<span style="font-style: italic">Ren was a few miles away from the structure. She had slowly stalked through the foliage, following the tracks of the flatbeds she had seen earlier in the day about 3 days back. She was used to staying out of the line of sight of strangers...and a stranger bunch of people , and other things, than she was used to were behind those defended walls. She double checked both her arrows and her pistols, staying to the shadows.<br/><br/>Her last viable contact had been on the edge of what was once the boarder between Bulgaria Russia. Both Chav and Sam had been through there, although nearly a month apart and several months before she had arrived at the trading post. She didn't really have a lead right now, but the sounds of gun fire earlier in the week had drawn her like a moth to the flame. Gun fire usually meant work for mercs. Which meant that Chav would be around...or at least someone might know about him. And if Chav was near, then so was Sam. <br/><br/>And now, so was she. But these were strangers. And it looked like a cornucopia of mutants and humans. Of fighters and civilians. To just walk up could mean her death, or at the very least the loss of her gear. To sneak in would be worse. While she wasn't one to deal with indecision often, Ren knew when to be cautious. <br/><br/>So she sat, somewhat hidden with a pistol in one hand and dried jerky in the other, her back resting against a rock. She needed luck. Or a plan. <br/><br/>But for now she needed to chew.</span>