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OVERCAST: Bradbury's Brigade

The technical and assault squads acknowledge, and say they're moving in. ETA will be 5-10 minutes.

Swanson peers out the window at the man on the roof, trying to scope him out without lining up his rifle sights just yet, as to not prematurely provoke a response from the looters, which would likely happen if he raised his gun in a threatening stance. The three rebels in the back acknowledge your orders, steeling themselves as they wait for you to give the order.

The woman with the headband clips her radio back on her belt, and begins to walk back over to the driver's side window of your truck. "Okay," she begins. "What have you got for us?"
 
"Everyone keep a cool head. Reinforcements on the way, until then let's keep playing it friendly, but be ready for anything." Bradbury said in a low voice to the Squad 1 members, before turning back to the red headband woman and answering her.

"Mostly civilian pleasures, things you'd normally find in a grocer like this. Coffee, shaving cream, shaving razors, deodorant, tampons, pads, toilet paper, all kinds of mundane but useful stuff. Cooking supplies, cleaning supplies. On top of that some alchohol and baseball bats. I know we didn't bring anything too exciting this time, but if we get this trade going then we might have some stuff that will REALLY interest you down the line. This is just the pilot episode," Dylan explains, before asking the woman herself what they might have to offer up for trade.
 
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The woman purses her lips, tilting slightly to look over the contents that have been stashed in the back of the truck, nestled in among the militia that are riding there was well. She picks up a few things with her hands, which seems to irk Gomez, but she puts them back afterwards. "Yeah, this stuff looks good. What do you want in exchange? Scrip, scrap, bullets?" she asks you. "Things we're not really lookin' to trade right now are food and 7.62. If you bring back any... pharmaceuticals next time, or extra booze, we could pay you good for that."

The guards seem to have mostly relaxed now, letting the woman do the talking.
 
"Bullets would be extremely useful to us, scrap too, immensely. My company has run low on ammo, and our scrap reserves have definitely seen better days. So, shoot an offer," Dylan replies, letting his shoulders sag and his heart rate slow as he begun to feel safer.

However, he still had thousands of thoughts shooting a mile a minute in his head. He still didn't fully trust these shady civilians, but he did have the insurance of the enroute reinforcements. If the woman had bad intentions, hopefully he could survive them.
 
"We have plenty of scrap, we could sell you it a eight scrip a'piece. Or for two rings, if you know what I'm talking about there," she says with a shrug. "What kind of ammo do you need?" the woman asks.
 
"Rings?" Dylan questions, "I guess I don't know what you mean. People using jewelry as currency now, huh?" Dylan asks, chuckling a bit.

"That's pretty expensive for my budget, what if we worked out a trade of goods for scrap?" He asked, not looking to spend the group's scrip.

"Honestly, it would be easier to just ask what you would be willing to give us for this stuff we have in the truck. We pretty much need as much as we can get of everything we can get; 7.62 and 5.56 make up the bulk of our primary weapons while 9mm is our most used pistol ammo, however."

"Oh, and I wanted to mention something to you, while we're talking about all this trade. There's been a lot of fighting between my group and NPA nearby, which I'm sure you've heard recently. Yesterday, we sent a platoon of them running after we took out the rest of their numbers - we followed them but only heard some shots and found some civilian bodies. So if any of your people went missing yesterday afternoon, well, that might be it."
 
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"It's shit people in the DZ apparently do. Take rings from the zombies- mostly wedding rings, yeah? Use 'em as money. We'll take it, since we're gonna be part of the DZ soon anyway, seeing how this whole war is going," the woman pessimistically suggests. You've met quite a few people before that think societal collapse is imminent, and that the civil war will eventually descend into irrelevancy.

"Sure, we'll tell you if we're willing to purchase whatever supplies you have to offer. You don't need to pay scrip, necessarily," she says.

After you tell her of the incident yesterday, she nods solemnly. "Yeah, a few of our guys were out scavenging when they got wasted by some provo goons that were running away from something. Guess it was you."
 
Dylan moves from the talk of trade for a moment.

"If we're gonna come here often and trade, I should at the least know your name. I'm Dylan," the leader said, offering a handshake to the woman.

"And, do you have a radio I could contact you on for future trade offers?"

Following those two formalities, Dylan talks more about yesterday's shooting. "So the army cut down a few civs, in broad daylight. Probably thought your scavengers were my infantry...I'm sorry. Your people weren't supposed to be in the crossfire. "
 
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"I'm Metzy. I'll give you the frequency to talk to us. You're with ARF?" she asks, taking out a notepad and writing some numbers down on one of the pages. She rips it out and gives it to you.

"It's whatever. The army will shoot anything that moves in this city. In all honesty, it's our guys' own fault for carrying Zashers(1) in full view of the street when they were really supposed to just be scavenging, not looking for trouble. We had a goddamn meeting about it a few nights ago," she mutters.

(1) The common assault rifle.
 
Dylan nods, taking the frequency paper. "It's nice to meet you Metzy. You don't run into many people who will just chat with you," he says with a smile. "To answer your question, we fight with them and trade and shit, but we're not members of the Front really. Command has decided we need to stay independent for now, but we're basically here to hunt provos and infected, after that we'll be probably heading north to help the ARF where we can."

The rebel leader continues to give information. "There's big hordes of zombies close to the south and southeast, because of those alarms that have been going since yesterday. Have you had any problems with infected we could potentially help you with? I wouldn't be surprised if some straggling groups have wandered northward. Seems like the NPA are basically trying to flood the city with infected to get the last laugh before they give up the town."
 
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Metzy shrugs. "Uh-huh, nice to meet you too. It's good to know that some people are doing their own thing apart from those ARF dickheads," she mutters. "Still, looks like they might be the ones calling the shots in this city once the army gets pushed out."

She nods when you mention the hordes of zombies. "We're starting to block some of the streets off with barricades, in case they try to wander over here. For the time being, they're sticking by those sirens, though," she says.
 
"Anyway, I wouldn't be surprised if the ARF try putting together some sort of government here after the battle's over, but after all the fighting, I feel as though we won't reach any kind of lawfulness in the city until we get rid of the infected, and who knows how long that'll take." Dylan explains, before delving deeper into the topic of the ringing alarms.

"So believe it or not, while I come here with goods to offer my initial reason for coming here wasn't to give you tampons and booze; although I wanna do that too. But me and mine have been planning to bomb the alarm station in the commercial district - it's actually only a few minutes northeast of here. Last time I scouted it out, there was a small detachment of gendarmes guarding it, with a .50 out front. Some of them have long guns, but others don't - all-in-all we're both better equipped than them. The problem is that there's an army outpost nearby, that might try to reinforce the policemen if they come under attack. Which is why I'm looking to you for help, to amass an overwhelming force to make sure that station gets blown up before the cops get reinforcements."

Dylan takes a breath before continuing to try and sell the plan to Metzy."Now I'll admit, those sirens were meant to hurt the rebs, and it worked; two reform outposts have been overrun. But in their efforts to bring down reformist fighters in the area, they're attacking you, too - every second that those alarms are left on, more and more infected shuffle in from the countryside. If we don't take it offline, soon, the ghouls will be shoulder to shoulder, filling entire streets. They'll break through your barricades like it's nothin', and you'll only have so many bullets when the time comes and they get here. While the alarms are keeping the zombies in one spot, it's amassing more and more of them, and sooner rather than later it'll just be too many."

"So I'm asking you as a survivor, not a rebel, would you be willing to help me take those alarms offline, and in the meantime get revenge on the assholes that killed your buddies?"
 
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Metzy appears to consider it. "Let's say I offer up my own crew. I'm not in the league to make a decision on behalf of the whole gang, but I can probably give personal help. So, let's say we take out those alarms... Thing is, those sirens already have attracted big hordes, and if we take out the alarms, then they ain't gonna mill around in those spots anymore. They're gonna start dispersing. I don't think we have enough barricades to hold off those hordes for when that happens, you know? Unless you're going to lead them away for us, there's no benefit."
 
Bradbury frowns and thinks on what Metzy had answered with. It was definitely true what she said, and the hordes would definitely need to be led away, or else all of southeast Broxbane might end up falling to the zeds.


“You speak a lot of truth, Metzy. We’ve been thinking about some kind of way to lead the infected away, probably just going out into the country and setting off a few bombs or leaving a car out with the horn blaring or something. When I get back home I’ll talk it out with the other officers, and once we’ve come up with a plan for it we’ll contact you. Probably later today, assuming something else doesn’t end up taking priority. Then, you and your people can decide whether you’ll help us out, after I tell you our plan.” Dylan says, glad that Metzy was willing to at least consider it rather than flat out rejecting his proposal.


“Before we get into the meat of some trading, would you be willing to share any information with us you might know about our surroundings? Civilian groups we might’ve not noticed yet, NPA patrols you might’ve seen, anything like that.”
 
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Metzy considers the request. "The NPA doesn't really patrol much around here. They only leave their cooped-up little outposts if they're heading out to ice some guys," she tells you. "Sometimes it's a small death squad to light up some squatters, sometimes it's a big attack force, like the guys that went over to you. They don't really walk around the city for no reason, but for scouting I think they might send solo guys, maybe ones dressed in civ clothes. This is just guesswork. As for civilians, I know of a few groups, but info's valuable, and we generally like to turn profits around here. Y'know?" Looks like you might have to pay extra to learn more.
 
Dylan ponders her offer. "What if a portion of my offered goods are exchanged for info on civilians in the area?" he questions. Bradbury wanted to contact these different survivor groups, and forge an alliance against the zombie hordes nearby.
 
[2 weeks for a 1 liner, awesome!!!]

"Sure, fine, that works," she says. Metzy requests half of the miscellaneous trade goods that are currently stored in the truck, in exchange for information about the civilian groups.
 
"That seems like a little much," Dylan initially responds, however he follows this refusal up in a second with some bartering. "What if I offered...twenty trading goods for all of your information on the most prominent of groups that you know of in the area. Location, leader, frequency, whether or not they're killers or normal dudes. I'm talkin the fellas with the most guns, the most food, the most influence; aside from yourself of course."

"In return, I could offer back continuous intel on NPA and ARF movements and positions around here, to make sure your scavs steer clear of the fighters on both sides, since I doubt you want your boys to run into a bunch of army guys and get shot up again, like they did yesterday. If I had been able to transmit to you and let you know that they were going through that area, maybe you could've pulled back your scavs or put them on a higher level of caution."

Dylan had a reason for this; a group of that criteria had to either be a raging dickhead of a warlord to avoid or potentially raid, a lawful but cautious leader similar to Metzy to trade with or maybe temporarily enlist in the fight against the impending hordes, or perhaps a more civilized individual who might be able to be shown the ways of the reform. When it came to giving these civilians intel on troop movements in the area, that was more in the spirit of ensuring safety of simple scavengers, displaced citizens with nowhere else to go and nothing else to do.
 
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