[center][h2][color=54C571][i][b]Sam Smith[/b][/i][/color][/h2][/center][hr]
Sam grimaced at the Mayor’s words.  [color=54C571][i]”Fucking parasites.”[/i][/color] He growled under his breath. He wasn’t the easiest fellow to get along with, he knew, but even he did what he could to help others, or at very least not add to the suffering that was so prevalent in this day and age…but raiders? They simply fed off the rest in their own short sighted and violent little worlds.

He studied the map as Nicholas gave a run down on what they knew, and was roughing out a few ideas when the names were called. Not hearing his name, he shrugged and made to leave with the rest, only to stop in the middle of the walkway. 

Now only those left were the ones that would be carrying out the rescue. [color=54C571]”A word of advice from an old man, if you’ll take it.”[/color] He said, his foggy and blood shot eyes sweeping across the small group. [color=54C571]”Give ‘em what they want. Food, ammo, caps, time with a woman or two; promise them whatever they want so long as they give you the hostages and leave the factory…and once they’re clear, kill them all.”[/color] His raspy, gravely voice was as hard as iron. [color=54C571]”Kill ‘em all and stake their bodies out for the wildlife, and just [i]maybe[/i] the next pack of them will get the hint and fuck off before they become our problem.”[/color]

With a small nod to the Mayor, he left the town hall to go see about getting a drink.