OOC: Made a mistake with the month this scenario takes place in. It's in November. Today's actually election day. |
The team heads to their rooms and finds sleep claims them quickly.
Morning arrives all too soon. After a quick breakfast, the agents set out to Thomas Iron Shirt's house. Just outside city limits, it's in an impoverished area, but makes the homes around it look almost like mansions. It's little more than a rusty shack, with garbage and old furniture littering the outside of the small yard. A dog dish sits in one corner, but no animal can be seen.
Jose looks to his companions. "I'm going to go up there and try to get Thomas to talk. I'll give away as little as possible but imply I'm here about the package-- hopefully he'll jump to conclusions from there, and I'll go with whatever he decides. If all goes well he'll either let us in, or he'll agree to meet with us somewhere else. Watch from here, please. That way if there's trouble, you can intervene pretty quickly."
The paramedic gets out of the car, carefully navigating the yard as he approaches the rusted door. He knocks on it three times. A minute goes by and he knocks again. He looks back at the agents and seems about to say something when the door opens and a man appears. He's wearing stained overalls and nothing else. Jose backs up, his hands up in a placating gesture, and it becomes apparent why; the man is holding a shotgun and pointing it directly at the delta green agent! He takes a step after Jose and says something, though neither of the other agents can hear it from here.
