[center][h1][color=red]Taryn Weaver[/color][/h1]
[color=red][b]Factory Suite, 19:15[/b][/color]
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 Taryn didn’t waste anytime with questions when Campbell told her to join the crew he sent to the old station. She got up from her seat on the couch resting her weight on its arm so as not to collapse when doing so. Her knee had tightened up from sitting too long but after she shook it out for a few seconds she was alright to move. Grabbing her jacket she threw it over her shoulder and headed towards the door. Without saying much of anything she was gone, out into the crowd forming outside the door effortlessly slipping through them as she headed down the hallway to the side staircase that lead into an alley running alongside the old factory. Taryn kind of felt off for not saying anything but what was there to say? She knew what to do, and Campbell trusted her to do it there was no need for a monologue. Maybe she just felt like she should socialize with the others more, but she has still yet to trust them and she was sure they felt the same about her.


 Outside in the decrepit alleyway all to commonplace in the Reclaim Taryn had concealed her ride. It wasn’t as nice as Maxwell’s ride but it was hers and that’s all that mattered. A 2045 model of the Quadra V-Tech sat concealed under a black tarp. Taryn built it up primarily from nothing, starting with just the frame and the engine so it was rough around the edges in some spots but a car was a car. In the Reclaim a vehicle equaled freedom. Freedom to leave the slums of the Reclaim and see the rest of the city. A freedom very few people would ever be able to have.


 Taryn pulled the tarp off of the car, pressed her thumb against the handle to unlock it and tossed her jacket in the passenger seat. Sitting down in the driver's seat Taryn turned it over and like every time before the rumble of the engine gave her chills. She’d have to take the scenic route to the station but either way it beat walking, especially with how her knee was getting maybe augments wouldn’t be that bad of an idea. Accelerating forward Taryn turned her focus back to the task at hand, and to her driving. She would be at the station shortly.







[center][color=red][b]Old Rail Stop, Polling Station - 19:43[/b][/color][/center]






 Taryn pulled up in front of the old station. She’d come here a few times before mainly just to scavenge parts. No one really came around this part of town, at least as far as she knew. So a polling station was definitely a strange site. Stranger so was Mackwell’s ride contrasted against the decaying neighborhood around them. It had its moments but generally the Reclaim was filled with shattered lives and remnants of broken dreams. Say what you want about Campbell and his campaign but it’s hard to argue that just their presence was bringing life to parts of the Reclaim that have long been forgotten.


 Parking just behind Mackwell Taryn turned her car off bringing an unsettling silence back onto the station. She got out choosing to leave her shotgun, and jacket in the car there were three of them her revolver would be enough. [color=red]“Sorry for the delay. Boss sent me over as soon as he heard you were down one.”[/color] Taryn lit another cigarette before she walked closer to the wheel-man. She ran her hand along her car in order to keep her balance until she was comfortable enough to walk. [color=red]“So what’s the scoop? Cantos already inside?”[/color]