Captivated by the music, Edard began to reassess the sniper again in a whole new dimension, and for the first time in a while, was pleasantly surprised and surprisingly pleased. Composing a message on his I-Net screen, He sent it to their UN handler. [ I, for one, am so glad the sniper, anna, was selected for this mission. I'd almost forgotten the sound of good music.] He had half a mind to see if Red would help him seed the streets with PDE's with a random selection of music just to bring a little splash of levity into this bleak new existence. A project that might, of course, hinge on the success of this mission.
In the refuse at the side of the road, He'd found some petrol cans, empty of course, but with a length of hose, he could start harvesting any that might not yet have been scavenged while the bus was stopped to clear the road of the husks of cars. Things were getting bad out there, and the society he'd known a month ago was now something completely alien. They needed to restore some measure of order, and they needed to do it within the week, he knew. Because it only took give or take fifteen days before even the sanest member of a post-collapse citizen will seriously consider eating his neighbors just to have a bit of fresh meat. He'd rather no one have to live with that on their conscience.