[color=9e0039]CORRINE DOOLAK[/color] - The Gun Shop

“We might just have gotten a working switch.”, Castner replied to her. 

"Great job, Corrine", Steve said, "James found a switch for us, just got done putting it in. Well...here goes nothing", then flipped the switch. Corrine dashed over to his side, eager to see if the fix had worked.  The green light on the device immediately turned on, and the needle in the gauge moved, raising up noticeably when he aimed it in a North-Westerly direction. He smiled triumphantly. "it works...all that remains is to test it. Turn the radio on and set it to Military AF-47...when you key the mic the meter should spike when we point it that way."

"I got it," she answered, stepping back over to the radio and fiddling with the dial.  "Okay, there it goes.  Anything?"

Steve stared at the device with a serious look on his face. Through the Ham radio's speaker, a steady beep from the signal could be heard. 

"It works", Steve said happily. "if we had the time using the tracker and the radio we could probably triangulate the position to within a stone's throw but time is something we don't have. If we're going to get the armor and weapons, at least, we need to go in the next few minutes. Once everyone's back, we need to go if we're going to do this. What do you guys think?" Steve asked in concluded. 

Time slowed down for Corrine.  The very thought of going out into the fog, after dark, terrified her.  It raged against her very fibre.  The fog was dangerous [i]decades[/i] ago, in the best of times, and no sane person would go out in it for any reason in the dark.

A large lump formed in her throat and she felt the blood drain from her face.  Her entire being screamed NO.

[i]If you don't go out there now, you'll die tomorrow.  If you do go out there now, you could die, now.  Ain't much difference,
 is there?[/i]

She glanced towards Steve, still waiting for a response.  Corrine took a slow breath.  "I'll...go get my things.  Be back at the gate in thirty minutes."

Corrine made her way back to her bunk in the common house one more time.  She retrieved her spear and considered leaving her duffle bag behind, when she groaned and snapped it up.  It never hurt to have some carrying capacity and a few tools.  Following that, she wandered back to the town gate, and waited.