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[h1]Martin Luthin[/h1]

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[h2]Nocturnia - Aid Supply Route[/h2]

[b]Interactions:[/b] none, [b]Mentions:[/b][@Yankee] Alex Gonzalez - Eagle, [@ERode] Matthias - Lodestar, Snow Frostfare

Martin sat in front of a large stack of aid supplies in the back of a tracked armored vehicle. Every time the ramp dropped, he stayed concealed from the public amassing to receive the critical supplies, listening to the shouting, the clamoring and the occasional gunshot to ward off any goddamn fool looking to take advantage of and overwhelm the army’s generosity. He huffed, gaining the attention of the driver. “Something wrong sir?”

Martin rested his head against the metal sheet the driver sat behind. “Look at them. Biting the hand that feeds them. You’d think they’d put some effort into it though. Supercharged with Gyft’s and they can’t even manage to overrun a convoy.” He rolled his head sideways so his voice could be more heard more clearly. “What do you think of the masses out there, driver?”

The driver went to respond before slamming the breaks, cursing and blaring the vehicles deep heavy horn. Hands slapped at the vision port before being dragged off. The driver tried to reply again. “I think they’re fucking savage’s sir. We’re in Pennystakes currently though, this’ll be the worst of it.” The driver seemed to pause before tilting his head back to speak properly. “Next up we’ll be cruising through Silverside, and I must admit, they’ve built something incredible there for having next to nothing to work with. Shit I think it’s nicer than any city I’ve ever been to. We don’t even bother stopping there anymore.”

Martin scoffed. “They get a blessing like the Gyft and they either use it for petty crime or to hide away in glass towers. It’s pathetic.” Martin rested his head on his hands. “They need to be broken and reformed so they might realize what they have, how that might benefit humanity, rather than just wallow in this cesspool of disparity.” He shook his head. “These goddamn animals need the stick more than any carrot. The ones we rip out of the city are the lucky ones. They might only know pain for awhile but the ones that survive are forged to guide us into the future.” Martin raised his eyebrows. “Recent reports say Snow Frostfare survived, taken in by the cult. The big one.”

The driver shuddered. “Hope you don’t mind me saying sir, but I’m not thrilled to hear that.” The driver scanned the street. “Some of the older guys still bring up when she first came out, they get that look in their eye like they aren’t there, you know, lights on but no one home, then they talk about the screaming they’d hear from her containment area. Sounds like it’d be a mercy if she died.” The driver shuffled in his seat. “Not to mention the creepy bitch can kill you just as easily as looking at ya. Fucking creepy.”

Martin shot back. “Watch your tone. That girl is a prodigy, my prodigy. Proof the Gyft can be controlled, focused and amplified. She’s still alive because of our charity to her.” Martin then began to recite his mission. “She’s the first objective. Find a set of lights, settle the vehicle’s bottom hatch over a manhole in Silverside. I’ll do some recon on Matthias FitzClarence, if possible, make contact and retrieve Snow. Second objective, we have spotted Alex Gonzalez cruising around the Canary’s, debriefing him will happen first if I find him.”

The driver interrupted. “Gonzalez made it? Ayy good shit! Bastard still owes me money. Wait Canary’s? I guess that makes sense we always thought he was a little freaky. Is it true the Canary’s are feather’ies? One of the boys was pushing him around calling him a furry, so if the Carany’s are this clandestine furry cult, then holy shit I owe Jim fifty dollars for clocking Gonzalez.”

Martin sat scrunching his eyes, unsure to pull rank or just tear the man down. He settled on confusion. “What the fuck are you talking about boy? What do you lads get up to off duty?”

The driver sighed. “Look I don’t know how to tell you this sir, but we’ve been watching these fucking walls for fifty years. There’s no one left on duty who’s been here from the beginning, so rumors and rambling are the only way to keep ourselves sane. Hate to say but even driving through the city is starting to get plenty fucking boring. Shit some days I hope I drive over an IED just to enjoy the fun of leaping twenty feet into the air before scattering myself over a large area.” The driver nodded. “You know like going down a water slide, a fun little rush.”

Martin shook his head. Morale was always an issue, but he thought he was always on top of discipline. Perhaps he’d been too absorbed by his studies, gazing into the abyss granted by his own Gyft that he had developed, admiring the pillar of light beaming up from the center of the city. He found himself murmuring. “Lastly, find and figure out that nexus of thought.”

The Driver tilted his head back. “Say something sir?”

Martin sat back up. “How far till drop off?”

The driver began to slow down. “Might be right here sir, just peaked into Silverside and the lights are red. Positioning the vehicle now.”

The armored car came to a gentle halt, a thumbs up shooting around the corner of the interior partition. Martin unlatched and lifted the hatch before lifting the utility hole cover, sliding down below with a sports bag dangling below him. Dropping it into the depths he latched the vehicle hatch and dragged the utility hole cover back over before the vehicle took off again. With the convoy rumbling reverberating down the underground tunnels Martin wasted no time heading west. The mission was go.