[color=f7941d][u][b]Steve Cooper - Several days earlier- Dulwich Borers quarry[/b][/u][/color]

“I’m getting too old for this shit...” Steve signed as he sat watching Johnny cook up another batch of Breeze whilst Daisy... err Rose? Or was it Mandy? Was between his legs “paying” for her next dose.” 

“Not referring to that, continue” Steve said to girl before turning back to John “... it’s just that I’m 40 years old living in an smelly and fucking dark quarry, surrounded by fucking morons who can’t aim a gun or fucking Suck without being properly guided and led by some crazy bitch who instead of properly leading the gang moans about some stupid dagger she dropped down the hole.” 

“Get some fucking rope and go fucking get it.” Steve shouted down the quarry tunnel as he grabbed the girls head. 

[i]Fēng nǚrén
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John looked up from his work, ignoring the delicate process before him for a moment.  "The place certainly has a charm of its own. I've barely slept in days." John paused, seemingly losing himself in thought. "I miss having an actual roof above my head. Remember those days?"

“Bloody Goodneigbour, sure it wasn’t as good as DC and I had to spend most of our money bribing every "Gangster" jackass with an fedora  but it was clean, mostly protected, had easy access to food & water and best of all customer, proper customers not these morons but people who'd actually pay top caps came to us... “

[i]if only you could remove the wise guy infestation [/i]

"And you didn't have to walk ten miles to find the nearest book," John mumbled under his breath.

“If only we could find get to a town first." Steve muttered on as he turned back to face the girl "Would be the bigshots for once instead of the hired help... Ah but all the big towns have their owns gangs... “

[i]Would be rather risky to try and muscle in on another gangs territory... alteast without a shitload of hired help to back us up.[/i]

“Salem.” mumbled Edgar, who had previously been trying to read a tattered children's book, saying words aloud from time to time.

“Holy shit he’s right” Steve replied in shock as he deposited another load “... Salem got wiped out by the cabbies but people are moving back, if we get there quick enough we could establish our own little empire...”. John looked up again, suddenly interested.

“Edgar you mutated freak! You deserve to be rewarded for this good idea.” Steve said as he turned to another addict awaiting to give her “payment” and pointed at her “You...entertain Edgar.” 

 “Ugh... fine but I’m getting double for this” the raider addict replied as she approached Edgar. Edgar, for his part, stood from the bench he had been crouched down upon and stepped back, the giant man suddenly afraid of the small, bone-thin woman. John waved her away.

Doing up his trousers up Steve turned around to face Johnny who handed Rose or whatever her name was another dose of Breeze “Just think about it Johnny, no more living in caves or scavenging for food... we would be the bosses for once.”

John thought for a bit, considering the prospect for a moment. Finally, he nodded. "This could work. Edgar and I went down that way a week or two back. It's serene... defensible too, with some intact docks. It'll attract a crowd in no time, and people need pleasure"

“Should start of small, maybe a playroom or something shit where they can get some lady company as they party and to make sure they don't do something stupid like fall of an cliff like Bob did in Radport but we both know your drugs are good... Once word gets around people will be come for miles to taste you shit.”

“And hell if we get big enough we could start exporting it to them!” 

"Tomorrow. We'll leave before dawn."