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[sup]Current Location: Arlington - Interacting With: Trevor, Witch Hunters & Anyone With a Radio - Mentioned: Jain[/sup]

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[color=gray]As the duo reached where the bandit prisoner was being held, Trevor stopped one of the troopers. The woodsman uttered a password, and sent the trooper on his way. It had made Maisy curious as she saw him hustle to catch up, but she knew she shouldn't be one to dabble, especially after what Trevor had said before. If anything, it would either get one of them killed, or some other undesirable fate that neither of them would particularly enjoy.

By then, Trevor had made a good point as Maisy watched him ready himself for business.[/color] [color=39b54a][b]“They came here for women, Maze, so I do believe it requires a woman’s touch.”[/b][/color] [color=gray]Trevor spoke, yet it was only something Maisy could partly agree with. The raider was from the band that not only killed and injured some from Lasthope, but also kidnapped (and most likely raped) women and killed men from Arlington. Maisy was a civilized girl, but understanding being "nicey-nicey" when someone was liable for a good sucker punch was something she struggled with, or rather, held strong opposition against.

Several women eventually appeared at the door of the building, and it was clear that they held a strong disregard for Maisy by the looks they gave the rancher. Nevertheless, they followed Trevor's orders, and the duo was left alone once more.[/color] [color=moccasin][b]"Ain't  got to worry, Trevor. We're here on official business, despite my hankering to tromp this yellow belly's britches."[/b][/color] [color=gray]Maisy tossed Trevor a smile back his way, just before the rest of his squad entered.

The next few moments were interesting, to say the least. Trevor started slow at first, having the raider, now known as Shawn, warm up to him with the power of an expired and ancient granola bar. Then, everything took a change, and Maisy frowned on how it was handled.[/color] [color=moccasin][i]Ain't them women got any respect for themselves? Horse feathers...[/i][/color] [color=gray]Maisy thought, shaking her head as Trevor brought in the two women. It wasn't her show, and the man spilled his beans, but Maisy was lost in disbelief at how they used their bodies to their advantage.

Eventually, the interrogation came to an end, and everyone came outside of the shed. Maisy bit her lip as the women judged her once more with their staring, but Trevor was quick to save face as he explained the details.[/color] [color=moccasin][b]"Ain't expecting it to require their shooting irons after the bandits showed 'emselves to be as useless as a bull with tits. Go on, Trevor, let's have us a jamboree."[/b][/color] [color=gray]Maisy explained, returning his smile once more as they all set out to gather what was required for the expedition.[/color]

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[color=gray]It had taken the matter of a few hours, but eventually the party was ready at one of the gates to Arlington. In comparison to the rest, Maisy was the only one that stood out, evident by the looks she was given and the way she held herself. Some still held her in disregard, and the fact Maisy held herself like a cowboy out of a spaghetti western certain didn't help.

Pulling forth a walkie talkie, Maisy announced that they would be leaving for a few hours at the most.[/color] [color=moccasin][b]"Trevor and I are goin' get a wiggle on finding the rest of the bandits. We'll be back."[/b][/color] [color=gray]Maisy explained over the radio, and then motioned for the party to head out. The ride to the barge was relatively uneventful except for the occasional stray corpse. Maisy knew there was distance between her and the rest of the group, and frankly, she didn't want to bother with it.

The party stopped a decent distance away from the washed up barge to plan their next action.[/color] [color=moccasin][b]"Now, Trevor. I don't give a rat's ass about any caterwauling hootenany limerick Jain might have--this is my operation. You either have loaded guns or you dig. You [i]always[/i] dig. I'm not planting anyone 'neath daisies but the yallers up there after what happened earlier."[/b][/color] [color=gray]Maisy explained, before reaching for a pair of binoculars to begin to scout the area The rancher's eyes spotted a number of men, but they also noticed a few horses obviously suffering from poor care.[/color]

[color=moccasin][b]"See those horses, Trevor? They'll dart off like a jack rabbit if we don't get 'em first. Think you can mop up their plates and keep my horse from being shot out underneath while I gather 'em up?"[/b][/color] [color=gray]Maisy asked, looking to Trevor should he have any ideas of his own.[/color]

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