[hr][INDENT][I][b]THE CONVOY[/b]
[INDENT]Outside Pointe Bordeaux[/INDENT][/I][/INDENT][hr]
"Come in child." Serene's voice called as she stood up from her chair. Knees wobbling as she braced herself with her cane before taking a couple steps forward. Reaching out, she lifted a large towel off a nearby hanger before stretching a feeble arm towards Lucas. "How have you been keeping? The drive from Larissa was a rather long one." She stated sinking back into her chair as she gestured for Lucas to take a seat as well. "Things are very different now than they were when we were on the island. To think that glorious building is simply sitting empty, slowly fading away." 

"Something is happening outside." Serena said suddenly as she sat up in her seat. Turning towards the window Serena motioned to Lucas and she could sense the fear and alarm of several members of the convoy who had stopped working and moved into a small crowd. From the swamp at the edge of the old plantation a figure stumbled forward with another slung over their shoulders. A black beret made its way through the crowd as Tarvos turned his attention to the commotion. 

Emerging from the small crowd of gathered onlookers, Tarvos moved towards the pair that had stumbled out of the swamp. His hand shifted slowly to his hip, brushing back his trenchcoat as his palm came to rest on the stock of his gun. A subtle click could be hard as Tarvos released the safety with his thumb before taking another step forward. His nostrils flailed as he inhaled, despite the stench of the swamp, the unmistakable odor of the city hung onto the girl's clothing. The boy slung over her shoulder however was a different case, he smelled of sweat and dust, the signs of a traveler. 

[B]"Do ye pose a threat to this convoy or its people."[/B] Tarvos called towards the woman, his hand remained calmly posed over his weapon as he watched her body language. His keen ears honing in on her already racing heart beat intending to find any falsehood in her words. 

[hr][INDENT][I][b]THE CAJUN QUARTER[/b]
[INDENT]Outside the Harlot Cafe[/INDENT][/I][/INDENT][hr]
The old jeep rumbled to a stop, its occupants barely waiting for the engine to turn off before they clambered out of the open vehicle. Running through the door out of the pouring rain, the men looked around at the chaos inside. 

"What the fuckin' hell happened in here?" The first man said scratching at his beard. "Get them up." He ordered motioning to the three behind him to pick up the men whose asses had been soundly kicked. 

"Remy, stop yer screeching and pull that sliver out of your hand." He yelled at the man before continuing. "That Hype convoy is sitting out at Old Man Foster's plantation and Fairchild is giving away the hardware to put them down. So get your asses up and lets get ourselves some guns to go and feed some freaks to the gators."

"Are you fuckin' kidding me Landin?" Remy's voice was almost an unnaturally high pitch as he screamed at the other man. "I need a fuckin' ambulance here." He motioned with his one good arm to the collapsed men around the cafe. "These guys need a hospital, we ain't in no condition to go Hype shootin'."

"If I hadda known y'all would be pussies about it, I wouldn't have wasted my time comin' here." Landin replied turning towards the door. "Looks like we're going to need fresh blood. Jack, Tom, Barry, lets go!" Landin yelled as the four ran out the building as quickly as they had burst in taking off towards City hall.