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It felt good knowing that they weren't the only ones chasing a dream, but Jacob also wasn't so sure about getting happy too soon considering there was still no viable proof that there was an Isle. Or what were the chances of a place that was good actually still standing? How many had gone all that way and only to be turned away? That couldn't be easily accepted.<br/>
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Their hosts were grateful that Asha and Jacob were trying to share some of the responsibilities. He knew the men would definitely be glad to find that he and Ash weren't just freeloaders. He didn't think they were all the way trusted, but until Ash or Jacob gave them a reason not to like them, they were in the clear. While most of the dishes had been paper, the few plastic dishes and pots and pans could use their attention. It'd be quick, but Jacob used this as a bit of time away from the others to check in with Ash. He waited for the weighted sound of footsteps heading upstairs before he was able to sigh with relief and trust that they were really alone.<br/>
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He fired his hands after rinsing out the dishes and laying them on a towel on the counter. Jacob leaned against it with his arms crossed over his chest.<br/>
"That could be possible – these guys seem too powerful and too resourceful not to have solid connections. It all seems so . . staged." Towns like this weren't built overnight and while it had been some time since things were normal, the infrastructure still seemed too good for just a couple of small towns being bullied by a motorcycle gang. "But it does sound like this gang runs things. Maybe we should look into talking with the leader or something. We're going to need to load up with as much supplies as possible before we leave. Maybe even get some gas for the car if it hasn't rusted over completely." The rain was still coming down hard, less tumultuous weather, but nothing that Jacob would find peaceful. "Maybe we stay a couple of days?"<br/>
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