[h2]Sacha Fedyaev[/h2]

The streets of New Earlton. Wretched and destroyed as it may be, it became home to the post-apocalypse survivors. Home to scavengers and gangster scum, the streets were as good as a confused jail warden after a prison-break. The lynx approaches from a distance, stumpy as his feet crashed on rough concrete mixed with dirt and gravel with his two companions beside him, gas masks donned. The meeting was not exactly outside of the dome, but he needs to ensure that his identity wasn't going to attract any attention along the road.

They circled around the destination-- knowing that the meeting site was nearby Sacha had planned to ensure that John and Maxxy's job went through flawlessly. Despite the dealings without names, his feline senses didn't help him believe that it would be an easy shake down. He spent a little more time patrolling until he came upon a black vehicle [@Midnight Howl]. The group positioned themselves behind cover as one of them whispered; "Godmother's Group..." Sacha signalled them to quieten down.