<div class="floatright">(https://i.insider.com/57d6eec6b0ef976d008b50bf?width=795&amp;format=jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">THE CITY ∎ Level Green                               </span></strong></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>Eddie</strong> ∎ HR 89 bpm ∎ Max 192 bpm ∎ Target 98-146 bpm</span><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>MISSION #0: THE MILK RUN</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monospace;">Part One: "Checking in and calling home."</span></span></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monospace;">Eddie looked up to the sky once he heard Sawyer's disheveled voice, only to realize the mistake he had made as the rain blurred his vision almost immediately with its intensity. Eddie placed a hand over his eyes and looked back forward, wondering if he could even say anything back to the two that appeared to be waiting for him. "Can you hear me?" he asked back, but his answer seemed to fade within the world around him the moment that he asked it. A sinking feeling filled up his stomach as he realized that the two couldn't hear him, and he looked back down the alley to see if there was something he could use to obscure the rain from his form. As he turned over the boxes with their not very creative name, he noticed somehow between then and now, these boxes had turned into crates with openings along the bottom, which had made them useless for covering his head. Annoyed but conceding to the weather, he turned around and found himself face to face with a woman. Or... face to suddenly materializing face would have been a better way to put it.<br/><br/>Eddie Rainer jumped in his skin as he stepped around the woman with his hands out in defense. "Let's just..." He tried to say, even though his mind had practically stopped there from something that was so different, so unlike the real world that he had just been connected to. He tried to ignore her, only assuming that the blurred words within Sawyer's warning meant that he needed to avoid talking to anyone. As he stepped out of the alleyway and onto the sidewalk, Eddie didn't even know where to begin to find this cafe. He saw a phone booth, and his eyes widened as he walked over to the booth and slipped inside. He grabbed the phone book that was hanging from a chain and opened it to the middle, looking for any sort of list for the various businesses within this world. But all he saw was numbers and symbols, all from a keyboard popping in and out of sight on the page. Any sort of business on these pages would be impossible to find.<br/><br/>Frustrated, Eddie dropped the book until it hung by its chain as he moved out of the phone booth and slammed the door behind him. He held his hand above his eyes, shielding them from any more rain as he grew progressively more soaked in his clothes. Somehow, he felt colder than if he had been drenched in real life, and he felt even more pressured by a time limit that he only assumed was beginning to run out. He power-walked down the sidewalk, looking every which way for something that could be noticeable. A cafe, or even Sawyer and Singer. Anything at this point! He avoided talking to anyone that would try and get his attention, all the while noticing that the amount of people he walked past with yellow umbrellas seemed... infinite? No, it was just in his head.<br/><br/>But then it happened. He turned another corner, then another, then backtracked after finding himself at a dead end. Finally, after what seemed like forever of walking around and making Sawyer and Singer wait even longer, Eddie saw the cafe's sign, one of the few pieces of written media that finally wasn't changing every few seconds and making their text illegible. He stepped inside of the cafe and saw Sawyer, sighing in relief as he steeled himself and walked over to the booth. Noticing that there was space on Singer's side of the booth, he quickly took the booth and smiled at the both of them. "How does food work here?" he asked, trying to make a joke to lighten the mood. "Either way... what's up?"<br/><br/><em>Eddie rolled an Instinct check: 3d6 = 5, 4, 5 = 14. Success!</em></span></span>