The drive was long, and there were several times he almost took the wrong exit on purpose, intending to ignore the whole thing. Ultimately, he kept on the road, though, determined to find out why these people thought he was a super. They were against the government, so that was a point in their favor, but he didn't know them, and that was a lot of points against them. He also went back over the note several times on the trip in his head. It seemed to imply he wasn't the only one contacted which means he wasn't going to be the only one going, unless they were smarter than he felt right now. 

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Micah slammed on the breaks as he realized he hadn't read the map wrong, there really wasn't a fucking road. "What kinda jacked up candid camera bullshit is this?!" He slammed his hand against the steering wheel before shifting the Jeep into 4wheel drive and pulled into the trees as far as possible. He knew it would be pointless if someone actually came out to this devil's asswart to get them, but at least it wouldn't just be sitting on the side of the road. Still grumbling, he put the jeep in park, killed the engine, then turned to look at his things. Then looked to the trees. Then back to his things. "Swear to God. If someone tells me this was some mistake, I'm shooting someone." He slipped out of the Jeep, gathered his bags, and headed for the woods. 

Being a prepper, he was in decent shape, even for a smoker. He couldn't run for a long time, but he could walk forever, even loaded down with his bags. The thick tactical clothing he wore protected him from the underbrush, but ever bit of it pissed him off, and by the time he reached the mansion he was mumbling to himself again. "this is the last straw. I'ma burn the place down." Well. Looked like he was right about the others. They were just as dumb as him.

Micah just stood there staring at them through his dark shades. Well wasn't this just the iconic set up to every jacked up action or horror movie ever. Ooo! Maybe it would be an Action Horror. Oh goodie. With a deep sigh, he pulled his old, black, leather cowboy hat down more, and headed for the group. He actually even walked like a cowboy, though there was no jingling of spurs... In fact his steps were suprisingly quiet for how much weight he looked like he was likely carrying. 

As he got closer, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. With a flick of his wrist, he slid one up in the pack and took it with his lips. He was lighting it as he reached them, takibg his time, and not bothering to take off his shades. "So how's responsible for this little gathering of odd balls... And I swear if anyone says we're splitting up to hubt for clues, I'm going back to let the government put a bullet in my brain." With that out of the way, he took a long slow drag, then let it out just as slow.