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By this point the sun had fully emerged above the horizon, split in half by the spire they created a long shadow that had drawn itself across the dry wasteland. The heat had been a little intense these past few days and Montana knew from experience that sooner or later a cold front cause a change in the weather. In his opinion, he preferred for it to be sooner. Some heavy rain or a thunderstorm would certainly be a welcome change at this point. The higher levels of the spire had abundant access to clean water and the farmlands never really seemed to be affected as much by the drought, hence why Montana had concluded that there was most likely an underground reservoir of sorts that connected to the spire. But the Spire wasn’t known for dividing things equally and on the ground level a lot of people were experiencing dehydration. Naturally it angered him, but he wasn’t in any position to challenge authority, not yet at least.<br/>
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He couldn’t help a closed mouth grin at Andriette’s reply, she didn’t mince her words and he appreciated that. Taking a moment to watch the interaction between Jamison and Andriette, he was once again distracted by a shadow in the distance… There was no doubting himself now, as Tatum approached the group and he couldn’t help but shake his head ever so slightly in amusement. The kid had skills, he’ll give her that. And the nonchalant <i>‘I guess I missed the introductions’</i> only served to amuse him even more, not that he was planning on showing that. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#655f5b">“Nice to see you finally decided to join us miss Pierce.”</span> He replied, his tone of voice holding an authoritative note as he planned on letting her stew over his words for a moment, curious to see how she would take them. He then turned to lift his bag of off the ground, his hand momentarily distracted, unable to resist the urge to scratch Murphy’s head.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#655f5b">“Alright if you would all gather around me, I’ll explain why we’re here at the crack of dawn...”</span> He started, finally grabbing an old two feet wide, square map he then folded out against a tree. On it, it showed the layout of a city, more specifically, the very city not far from their position. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#655f5b">“Last night Leonard Hill, a member of the first layers Elevatum, supposedly he emptied a cash of medical supplies and ran.”</span> Montana let the fingers of his left hand slide over the paper, eventually halting his index-finger on one of the bigger streets, near the more industrial outskirts of the city. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#655f5b">“Enforcers saw him leave and tracked him here, when they were set upon by a small horde of zombies and lost him.”</span> He straightened his back and shoulders and looked out over <i>his crew</i>. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#655f5b">“Now according to the last reports the horde is still present within this area, my guess he’s hold up somewhere close, so that is where we’re heading.”</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#655f5b">“The retrieval order is dead or alive, with or without the supplies, no penalties on the bounty.”</span> Putting emphasis on the ‘dead’ part of that sentence he shifted his attention to Liora, Tatum and Landry. Accepting bounties from the Elevatum wasn’t a fun, innocent, picking flowers kind of job,- unless it meant there was something pushing them up out of the ground,- and he couldn’t help wondering if they really had what it took to get the job done.<br/>
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Leonard Hill was one of the founding members of the Elevatum, a former state official. Whatever the reason was he deserted his position as one of the <i>rulers</i> of the spire must’ve been either dangerous, greedy or plain stupid. In any case Montana wasn’t there to judge the man, the Elevatum had put a high reward on the man’s head and he just wanted to claim it before any of the other crews caught wind of the bounty.<br/>
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Once again he rummaged through his green backpack and pulled out three walkie-talkies. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#655f5b">“These are short range, batteries are low so only turn them on once you’re split off from the rest of the crew.”</span> He explained as he started handing them out to Andriette and Landry, keeping the last one for himself. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#655f5b">“If you want to make it out alive in this line of work, you better damn well have each others backs.”</span> The authoritative tone in his voice had returned with an urging presence. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#655f5b">“Andriette and Jamison front line, Liora and Landry backline, Pierce you’re with me, any questions?”</span><br/>
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