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[color=gray]Trevor moved quickly through the crowd of teamsters and horses, heading back to Ms. Wintergarden and the short blonde. He was slightly worried that she may have left without him when he scurried off through the crowd. Feeling a bit relived when he spotted the two still next to Hank he called out,[/color] [color=39b54a][b]"I'm coming! Don't leave with out me!"[/b][/color]

[color=gray]Maisy had explained the plan from top to bottom. They were going in blind, searching for whatever might the map lead them to. A trap, a stockpile, or even nothing. The options were numerous, but Jain wanted the second-in-command to lead a group and investigate said marked houses. Thankfully, the rancher had the aid of one of the newer additions to the group, but as quick as she spoke to him he disappeared.

A gaze in the direction of April had made it known that Trevor had wished to see the child first. It had brought a smile to Maisy's face, who was busy assembling the troopers that would accompany them on this treasure hunt. [/color][color=moccasin][b]"We have as much information as scholar does when he burns his books. Last chance to back out."[/b][/color] [color=gray]Maisy explained, waiting to hear the man's answer.[/color]

[color=gray]He could hear her talking as he got closer but couldn't quite make out what until he was almost right next to her,[/color] [color=39b54a][b]"I hate crowds,"[/b][/color] [color=gray]was all Trevor could mumble while climbing up on to Hank.[/color] [color=39b54a][b]"Here you are promising bloodshed and the good possibility of myself or someone else becoming injured or dead and you think I'm gonna back out? Lady, you keep promising these things and I will follow you anywhere."[/b][/color] [color=gray]He laughed, perhaps a bit loud but he had to keep up some rumors of him being crazy.[/color]

[color=moccasin][b]"I like your spirit, woodsman. Most would shy away from the unknown. Not like there ain't nothing wrong with that."[/b][/color] [color=gray]Maisy smirked as she replied, shifting her weight over and onto the saddle of her horse. A sharp whistle, and the troopers that were going to accompany them assembled behind her.[/color] [color=moccasin][b]"Let's get this show on the road."[/b][/color] [color=gray]The rancher stated, leading the pack from the Falls to the subdivision.

The first house marked on the map was on a corner, some maybe five houses down from the entrance. It was a large two story home with many possibilties behind closed doors. Assigning some troopers to watch over their mounts, Maisy walked to the front door, and tapped it lightly with the mace she had in her hands. A few seconds passed before a mangly woman met them at the door, clearly infected and trying to gnaw at them through the glass panes.[/color] [color=moccasin][b]"Seems we've got company after all. Up for taking point?"[/b][/color] [color=gray]Maisy asked, ready to kick the door in to see what they were to find.

At least the short ride over was peaceful, he found himself far top interested in the surroundings than he did making small talk with the girl riding alongside him. He found himself waiting just a little while longer while the others dismounted and took up their positions.[/color] [color=39b54a][b]"You know its been three years and I'm still not entirely used to your safety protocols."[/b][/color] [color=gray]He spoke while he got off his mule.[/color] [color=39b54a][b]"Be good Hank, and don't run off without me."[/b][/color] [color=gray]He spoke to the mule while petting its head. 

Still, he did what he was told. even if he didn't like or agree with the way they did things it wasn't his show or his place to say or do otherwise. Trevor followed Maisy to the first house, spear in hand, with some troopers behind him. Switching ends of the spear to the metal ball he answered her question with another.[/color] [color=39b54a][b]"You know how to breach a door, right?"[/b][/color] [color=gray]While he got himself in a readied position.

Maisy nodded.[/color] [color=moccasin][b]"You have to learn all kinds of things in trooper school these days. 'We dare to live' and all that."[/b][/color] [color=gray]The rancher explained, turning her attention to the door frame. Maisy moved herself into position, and then slammed her foot close to where the door handle was. 

The sudden jolt knocked the walker backwards, and Maisy pushed the door open. Readying the mace, the rancher swung the weapon like a baseball bat, turning the woman's skull into mush as it clunk to the floor.[/color] [color=moccasin][b]"Baldy over there is yours,"[/b][/color] [color=gray]Maisy commented, referring to the second Risen that had appeared due to the commotion.[/color]

[color=39b54a][b]"Sounds like propaganda."[/b][/color] [color=gray]Trevor referred to their motto. He wasn't trying to start a fight, but mostly just giving her shit. He would most likely back down if she had a problem with it. However once she put her foot through the door, Trevor was right behind her with his spear in one hand and his small round shield in the other. He didn't look to see if she had been able to deal with the old lady; his target was the other one stumbling toward them. With one quick thrust of the spear the blunt round ball caved the front of its head in, dropping it to the floor. 

He was quick to move and bring up his shield to push back another one that tried to blind side him from another room. Trevor quickly pulled back and jammed the edge of his shield into the side of its head. Once his shield was free from its head, he kept it up and at the ready. His spear wasn't an ideal weapon for such close quarters but at least for now it wasn't hampering his progress.[/color] [color=39b54a][b]"Clear."[/b][/color] [color=gray]Something he was used to saying after getting done with any type of combat.

Maisy looked around the room, her eyesight failing to spot any more walking corpses. [/color][color=moccasin][b]"Clear.[/b][/color] [color=gray]The rancher said, echoing the woodsman's words. With a motion of her hand, a few troopers entered the building and began to search the house for any threats or supplies.[/color] [color=moccasin][b]"Any idea on what we'll find?[/b][/color] [color=gray]Maisy asked, walking through the door to the kitchen. A few pots and pans were on the stove, evident that some sort of meal was attempted before they were infected.

Opening various cabinets, Maisy looked through each one. Most were empty, but the rancher had been lucky with gold. Pulling out an old box of mac and cheese, Maisy pointed it out to Trevor.[/color] [color=moccasin][b]"We're at least rich with cheesy goodiness."[/b][/color] [color=gray]The rancher jested, sliding the package into her pack.

The troopers made their way through the building in an orderly fashion or at least as orderly as one could be. The tall man continued to move through the house clearing rooms with the other troopers on the first floor until he found himself back in the kitchen. [/color][color=39b54a][b]"Well those three over there don't look like the original owners by the look of this place. Maybe the red buildings are deemed unsafe or they just put their dead in here."[/b][/color] [color=gray]He thought about that for a moment while he watched the short blonde and could hardly help himself from laughing ever so slightly while she reached for the food.[/color] [color=39b54a][b]"If they did leave their dead here it was a real dick move."[/b][/color]

[color=gray]The kitchen was bare for the most part. There wasn't all that much to be picked through However, having a keen pair of eyes was always a good thing. Trevor noticed some scuff marks under the fridge and paused.[/color] [color=39b54a][b]"So, I'm guessing you haven't tried the fridge yet?"[/b][/color][color=gray]The man didn't wait for an answer and pulled the fridge away from the wall.[/color] [color=39b54a][b]"Oh, hey, it looks like we got ourselves a secret door. You wanna check it out?"[/b][/color] [color=gray]Personally Trevor wasn't all that greedy. He knows what he needs but other than that likes to find things that were hidden away.

Maisy frowned as Trevor broke into laughter.[/color] [color=moccasin][b]"Hey now, I'm not [i]that[/i] short. Summermoon is shorter than me, and besides, I'm five foot five of kick ass!"[/b][/color] [color=gray]The rancher replied, more as a jest. Maisy couldn't stay mad, in the end, and laughed along too. 

They returned to their searching, but moments later the woodsman had found something clearly hidden.[/color] [color=moccasin][b]"I haven't, why?"[/b][/color] [color=gray]Maisy asked, but instead of a reply, Trevor shoved the fridge out of the way and revealed a hidden hole underneath the fridge.[/color] [color=moccasin][b]"Might as well check it out while we're here."[/b][/color] [color=gray]Maisy shrugged, motioning for a flashlight. 

Shining it down into the hole, Maisy noticed the drop was just tall enough for a human to stand on their own two feet. It appeared as if someone had made their own basement underneath the house. Tapping against a nearby pipe, Maisy attempted to signal any threats that would exist, but the underground hideout was silent.[/color] [color=moccasin][b]"Watch yourself on the way down."[/b][/color] [color=gray]Maisy explained, jumping down into the darkness.[/color]

[color=39b54a][b]"Ballsy girl, real ballsy."[/b][/color] [color=gray]Trevor smiled and walked over to a couple of the troopers,[/color] [color=39b54a][b]"Hey guys, keep a couple people on the stairs and any of you have a head lamp?"[/b][/color] [color=gray]Without a word one of the other troopers tossed him one.[/color] [color=39b54a][b]"Thanks dude, I'll get it back to you."[/b][/color] [color=gray]Trevor didn't waste too much time getting back to the hole. He took a moment to check and make sure he wasn't going to fall on the girl as he carefully slipped down into the darkness. 

The chain mail jingled when he landed, and Trevor turned on the headlamp and put it on. He slowly scanned the area, seeing card board boxes, wooden crates, large olive green metal and plastic crates, as well what looked like several glass jars and trays on a table like a lab setup.[/color] [color=39b54a][b]"Hot damn, girl, we might be doing pretty damn good."[/b][/color] [color=gray]He could hear the troopers upstairs but the basement looked open with the odd support beam here and there.[/color]

[color=39b54a][b]"By the look of the dust and cobwebs, I'd say this place hasn't been touched in a long time."[/b][/color] [color=gray]Something on the table with the glass caught his eye as he proceeded to investigate.[/color] [color=39b54a][b]"Might still be traps in here, though."[/b][/color][color=gray]Right after Trevor spoke, a loud snap came from under his foot followed by a deep and annoyed sigh.[/color] [color=39b54a][b]"Aside from mouse traps that scare the shit out of you."[/b][/color] [color=gray]He paused and continued forward towards the table,[/color] [color=39b54a][b]"Well I think this guy was making drugs, just sayin'."[/b][/color] [color=gray]He didn't drop his guard, as there could still be a walker buried around here.

Maisy smirked to herself as Trevor called her 'ballsy.' Nonetheless, his caution held truth, and the rancher was careful not to stumble onto the odd trap. Of course, the ocassional mouse trap crunched under her boot, but Maisy was focused on the gold mine they had just found. Brushing the dust off a crate, Maisy double-checked her vision as she read the words: "Property of the US Army" stamped on each side. It may have been the Army's property before, but now, whatever that was inside now property of Lasthope.[/color]

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