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[center][u]Location:[/u][/center][center][b]2Fort- Arowana Pond[/b][/center]

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John was already awake when the song of birds and the warm peak of the rising sun signaled morning in 2Fort; it had always been a familiar time for him. Handsome Jack's announcement, however, roused John's attention completely. He was initially startled by the sudden appearance of a loud, grating, voice, but as he listened on, John saw an opportunity to gather up a group and explore outside the town. 

John found himself navigating the winding hallways and strange architecture of the abandoned structures, in search of the proclaimed mayor's voice. The sound of jingling spurs accompanied the firm thumping of dusty boots, echoing softly throughout the otherwise quiet corridors of waking 2Fort.  The familiarity of the rustic colors and wooden foundations could only partially offset John's perplexment at what felt like a labyrinthine facility. 

[color=a0410d]"What possesses a man to build something like this?"[/color] John thought to himself. 

John's mind was already burdened with a host of questions since his arrival in 2Fort: why the world ended up like this, why he wasn't dead, and above all else, what had happened to his family. However, as he descended the stairs and passed loud, bulky devices capable of unknown purposes, more immediate concerns began to present themselves. Just what kind of people would he be working with here? Just who is this Handsome Jack, and why the hell should he trust him? And what exactly was would he be signing up for? As if to answer his questions, John found himself just outside the office.

John barely took one step into the room before he was stopped dead in his tracks, as he glanced over the women who had already arrived in the office. He continued to approach the desk slowly, subdued awe and surprise betrayed by slightly raised eyebrows on an otherwise stoic face. 

John addressed the man behind the desk with rehearsed politeness, wary of any man who finds comfort or authority behind a desk. 

[color=a0410d]"You must be Handsome Jack. Name's John Marston."[/color]  

He turned to the three women as well. 

[color=a0410d]"Ladies."[/color] 

Between the woman who was somehow wearing more revealing clothing than any brothel had ever stocked, and the woman that looked like a scorpion given murderous, female form, John had scarce else to add in his introduction to them without risking, in the best case scenario, slight offense. At the very least, the young girl with black hair, meek and out of place as she seemed, was more approachable, if not relatable. He met her glance with a slight raise of his hat, and then turned back to Handsome Jack.

[color=a0410d]"I'm responding to the public request you've sent out to this fine community. Now I'm not sure what kind of hands you need for your improvements to this town, and quite frankly, I'm not sure I can quite... compare to the volunteers currently present. I can shoot, I know a bit of farming, I can hunt, and if nothing else, I'm persistent. I reckon some of these things can be helpful."[/color] 

John didn't know what Handsome Jack was planning, and in his experience, taking orders from well-dressed, big-shot types never ended well for him. But this guy would be his best chance in understanding just what the hell was going on.