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[i]Jerry jumped out of his bed in a gasp. His sister was standing just a foot away, still shaking his body. He grabbed both her hands with his and before he could ask, she blurted out "[color=92278f]Its a code Black, Jerry! The Imperator is calling all Battle-Wagon Drivers to form up in the main Bay![/color]". Without any hesitation Jerry nodded and quickly began to put on his clothes. His padded Brown leather jacket over his Ballistic Weave vest and his Racing Goggles tightened to the top of his head, pressing his hair down in a ridiculous manner. The Wild Cat Battle Driver ran to the main bay as fast as he could. The Garage was a massive three story tall Garage and part Warehouse. Most lived on the top while the young, old, and sick laid in the Vault underneath. Jerry was sleeping in his Families Garage Holding on the second Floor. The closest to the Bay than any other quarters were. It only took Jerry a minute of running to find himself on the large Catwalk that overlooked the Whole First level of the Garage. Everyone was running around, mounting weapons, topping off on gas, and any other pre-system checks before heading off.

Jerry found the nearest ladder and slid down, almost breaking his feet with the amount of speed he had gained as he hit the Concrete floor. His Father quickly approached Jerry and took him by the Hand leading him onward. "[color=0054a6]Father? What is happening? What is going on!?[/color]". With the outburst the whole Garage turned silent. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at Jerry and his Father. Jerry's Father now had a wide grin on his face. He turned back to grab the back tarp that was lying over a Car. He yanked at it hard Revealin-
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[color=8dc73f]"If they don't show soon I'm going in regardless."[/color]

Jerry woke up again in shock. He moved up from the wall that served as his temporary bed and put his hand over his Pistol's grip. [i][color=0054a6]It was just a dream. You're back at the meetup point.[/color][/i] Jerry lowered his guard once his surroundings reminded him where he was. He shook his head in embarrassment. He had fallen asleep at a random location full of strangers. He was getting careless, but it wasn't like he held anything worth much on him. Jerry grunted in amusement. He was defending himself against himself for being careless. The waste have really begun to take a tole on him.

The Blackfinger looked around to see what everyone else was doing. Most of them seemed to be waiting as well, but most didn't look happy about it. Of course if this was legitimate the Pariah wouldn't just be sitting here to greet them. That would be suicide. Shit, all of them standing around here so openly was suicide. They must think pretty highly of themselves or they were all Idiots. Then again none of them look like they were just sleeping...

Jerry took quick glances at the ones surrounding him. Most just looked like the average Wastelander, nothing too crazy. Another looked like a Raider Leader, but Jerry highly doubted that with him not being surrounded by a bunch of Raider trash. The ones that really caught his eye was the Trio in Power Armor. The Armor didn't really surprise him. The Wild Cats had a collection of suits when they raided the Warren Military base. That's where they mostly got the armor for their vehicles. Although the symbols that they had marked on them were new. He was sure to keep his eyes on these ones. With his new party sized up, Jerry went back to leaning on the wall and looking at the floor. Using his ears more than his vision to learn more about the situation he had placed himself in.