And it looks like Tarrant was right about the shrinking juice. Sorry about that, Tarry, I owe you an apology.
*tenses at a noise far down the corridor...then finishes picking the lock and opens the door quietly...still no guards*
I don't like this. Where are they all? Keep close, Sam.
*walks on, keeping a keen eye out for danger in the nearly-nonexistant fluorescent lighting along the concrete walls*
So basically, what you need to know...this whole outfit is run by a guy called Noxs. He's making a mint off this place. The two things you need the most in a desert are water and salt, and he's got the corner market on both. He's dammed up the underground reservoir that used to run above ground further downstream, and he makes all the prisoners mine the Flats and process the salt for him. Slave labour. Almost no one in here's a criminal; they're all lost travelers like us or people who stood up to Noxs.
And Archie's the key to it all.
*comes to a ragged hole in the wall where the concrete gives way to a rough-hewn tunnel...with no fluorescent lighting*
*lets eyes adjust...then takes a deep breath and enters*
Sam, we might have to take down a guard or two. Be ready.
*feels way along the tunnel walls...farther...and farther...*
*WHOOSH*!!!
*barely ducks in time to avoid a massive club to the noggin from an attacking guard*
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Date: 2014-02-11 03:43 am (UTC)And it looks like Tarrant was right about the shrinking juice. Sorry about that, Tarry, I owe you an apology.
*tenses at a noise far down the corridor...then finishes picking the lock and opens the door quietly...still no guards*
I don't like this. Where are they all? Keep close, Sam.
*walks on, keeping a keen eye out for danger in the nearly-nonexistant fluorescent lighting along the concrete walls*
So basically, what you need to know...this whole outfit is run by a guy called Noxs. He's making a mint off this place. The two things you need the most in a desert are water and salt, and he's got the corner market on both. He's dammed up the underground reservoir that used to run above ground further downstream, and he makes all the prisoners mine the Flats and process the salt for him. Slave labour. Almost no one in here's a criminal; they're all lost travelers like us or people who stood up to Noxs.
And Archie's the key to it all.
*comes to a ragged hole in the wall where the concrete gives way to a rough-hewn tunnel...with no fluorescent lighting*
*lets eyes adjust...then takes a deep breath and enters*
Sam, we might have to take down a guard or two. Be ready.
*feels way along the tunnel walls...farther...and farther...*
*WHOOSH*!!!
*barely ducks in time to avoid a massive club to the noggin from an attacking guard*