Ogre and Dawson headed out early on their assigned scouting mission. It was a daily event, allowing them the opportunity to leave the fortress, see what was going on and find out the latest rumors. Sometimes, things worked out and they found stuff that could be useful to the Patricks. So far, the two hadn't seen or heard much. Dawson was the leader of the group, he was the brains while Ogre, well, he was around for his brawn. Brains on him didn't seem to work properly, but, when it came to fighting, or brute force, he was the guy to have around.  The two were traveling light, just simple homemade weapons and their clothes. Everything else would have to be scavenged.<br/><br/>After 30 minutes though, they encountered Ink. He was an old Patrick that had been cast out. Rumors were that he had constantly questioned the leadership and even tried to start a mutiny. The fact that he had been a member in good standing up to that point was his saving grace. He was only cast out and not given much other punishment. Other rumors were that he was just a crazy old man, something that was believable. People went nuts faster these days, especially the older ones that still remembered something of life before everything went to hell.  Ink was still useful, he traded tattoos for whatever he could get and then traded that with the Patricks, at least those that were willing to deal with him.  Today, he had a doozy.<br/><br/>"Narrowed in on a gun today. I can take you there."  A gun was something that was a prized possession. If Dawson could come back with that info, and it panned out, well, he might get some extra benefits for that. And that was all it took for the two to take Ink along. Even if they couldn't find the gun, the man was pretty funny to listen to, and Ogre liked talking to him, which helped keep Ogre in step with the activities.<br/><br/>It took another hour to be in the area, the evidence was there, a corpse, stripped naked with a clear gun shot wound. Dawson noted the location and then moved out of the area. They didn't get close enough to the body, just enough to tell that it was a fresh corpse and, according to Ogre who had eagle eyes, that it had been shot.  Moving around a building they decided to check a few other things, maybe talk to some people and then narrow down where the bullet came from.<br/><br/>Exiting an alley Ogre started to laugh, "Heh, heh, someone did to a blond what we did to that bitch last night?" Dawson had no idea what he was referring to and turned to look at the large man, a questioning look on his face. Ogre, surprisingly, read the question and answered, "There is a blond in the same situation we put the Grey Bitch in last night. Over there. See?" Dawson turned to look and was shocked to see that there was a blond women in a block. But he knew it wasn't really a blond.<br/><br/>"Good eyes, Ogre. But that ain't no blond. How many people you think would make a block like that and then use it on a woman the same night we did? I'll save you the trouble, not many and not likely. I think our Grey Bitch got some help. So, why don't we go see about that. Get her back into the state she should be in. And maybe get us a bit of her as well as make the boss happy when he hears about his."<br/><br/>Dawson didn't wait for an answer and headed off after the woman. She was having problems moving so it wouldn't be an issue. Then, using hand signals he motioned for Ink and Ogre to move around her while he came up from her rear, right flank, "Well hey, baby. How you doing today?"  He asked the question and then smiled when she turned. Dawson was wearing a pair of old, tan cargo pants that now looked grey going black with all the dirt and grime. One pocket on his leg was gone completely while the other was missing the flap to close it. He had on a shirt that was patched together from a couple different ones and was wearing boots, two different ones. The first was an old combat boot that had many pieces of string fashioned into a lace and the other boot was an old motorcycle style with a broken strap that used to hold a buckle. A broken bicycle handle fashioned into a weapon in his hand and resting on his shoulder.<br/><br/>Kriss then heard Ogre laugh. Whirling about she saw him in front of her, he was dressed in a mishmash of clothes as well. The prominent item being the board with several nails in it held in his left hand. She then heard another sound coming from her left and slightly behind, turning that way she saw the old man, leering at her smile broadly. He was wearing an old coat missing one sleeve and a stained t-shirt. A pair of pants that seemed too big for him and tennis shoes missing the toe portion. A small bag dangled from his left hand and a broken pipe was in his right.