<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/The-vampire-diaries-2x14-crying-wolf-tyler-lockwood-cap_mid.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> River<br/><strong>Species:</strong> Primal - Totemic<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Chattin' up a pretty girl...or is he?<br/><strong>Tagged</strong> Abigail, and possibly anyone near Abigail </div><br/>River would need a truck at the very least, so he hustled back. Well...he'd probably end up settling for a wagon. He'd likely get a good ass-chewing even if he pulled this off, but taking a truck and burning limited fuel might upgrade that ass-chewing to a full ass-reaming. For the same reason he couldn't pull together a proper Ranger team. The brass was only slightly less inclined to waste lives than fuel.<br/><br/>He mulled over what he'd need. A wagon to haul back the goods of course. A horse would be too much of a liability where he was going though. And a wagon he could draw himself would be small. He wouldn't be able to get as much loaded onto it as he wanted to. If he could bring rangers he'd want a twelve-man time. Six to go in, and six to keep the escape route from closing. He supposed the Enclave was right to veto that. They'd almost certainly lose a few people going in that strong. But a smaller force just wouldn't cut it. At least, a smaller force of purely normal humans.<br/><br/>He looked around and bit his lip. Did he dare? It could be a real diplomatic nightmare if he brought representatives from the other Holdouts into this and things went sideways. But if it worked, it could be a powerful symbol with which to kick off the Conclave. Proof of how much more effective they were when all the Holdouts cooperated with each other. The Enclave still couldn't be thrilled with his initiative and risk-taking...but success would demonstrate he could be trusted afterall. Or his recklessness would validate their concerns. Nah. That's such a pessimistic way of thinking. Think positive thoughts Rivs! Besides, that Hellcat would solve alot of his problems. Helka trained their beasts to haul their wagons anyway.<br/><br/>He kept looking around and spotted the blonde. He'd definitely need somebody who knew their Old World Tech. But she was a bit on the youngish side. Still, if she came from Homestead she had to be a tech-head, didn't she? And both of them were alone. At the moment anyway. Apart from the rest of their respective groups, who might have otherwise talked them out of this. Assuming he could actually talk them in to it. Chances are if he told them what he was going after they'd say no, just like the Enclave did. Maybe if he was vague, he could rope them in that way.<br/><br/>He'd still need some extra muscle, even if they did sign on. He'd cross that bridge when he got to it. First he had to see if he could get either of these ladies signed on. He walked up to her, and felt strangely awkward. River was no stranger to the fairer sex. The high mortality rates among Rangers made them...most of them anyway...damned randy beasts. But this was different. Convincing a total stranger to embark on life-threatening mayhem with you is alot trickier than convincing them to drop trow and have practice making babies with you.<br/><br/>"Hey...you're from Homestead right? That's shiny. I didn't think they ever let their women out. So are you like...super techno-smart the way other Homesteaders are?"