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After the woman shook her head, Gail shrugged, and ran off to the mystery city. A supermutant was far faster than a human being even when making sure to be keeping quiet, but it was still some distance to cover. Back in the day the Master's Army had used steam-trucks, ingenious retrofitted vehicles that had now gone out of use despite the amount that were even now still sitting there in the Necropolis. But now it was purely Gail's own burden to get there. Looking up, he noted a sign, [i]Ashland[/i]. 

It was a shithole, despite the fact somebody had tried to decorate the place such that this fact would be hidden. Despite everything, he didn't see very many people, at least not from outside of the place. He hopped a few meters closer to a stone upon which he could stabilize his rifle and examined it. There was movement, but he would have to get a lot closer to inspect the place. He was almost about to run closer, until looking up into the sky he found that he had already been here some time. 

Thus he stood, and sprinted back. Somewhere around half of the journey's path he ignored stealth, kicking up a dust cloud with his great big mutant feet thus announcing his arrival to the team. Again he deactivated the stealthboy with the noise ever more common to the group. "Movement in City. Called Ashland. Looked... happy, but that's gone. Probably raiders, or wildlife in there."