The mortals move off to their rigs, climbing into the back. Out of sight. Presumably to sleep.
What do you do?
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The mortals move off to their rigs, climbing into the back. Out of sight. Presumably to sleep.
What do you do?
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"No need for the message, and while it would ideal to inspect the other rigs, I see no method other than breaking in." Edward shrugged. "Best to try out as many truck stops as we can tonight. If that fails, we try a different approach next time."
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Mable and Edward moved around town, checking out various truck stops. Some were better than others - some had restrooms and nice picnic tables. A few were nothing more than a parking lot of truck rigs, some brush and trees. A lot of wide open, empty land behind the parking lots. It was at this last parking stop - the one that was the most difficult to get to and therefore, the last that they checked - that they noticed a bit of criminal activity. There were two young women who were clearly working girls heading into a beat up blue truck, driven by a burly man in his late forties. The truck pulls away and activity seems to wind down for the evening.
No one is standing around smoking or gathered talking in the early morning hours. Yet as Mable moves around the edge of the lot, she spots a few drops of old blood. There are drag marks leading off into the open land. Following the drag marks leads to a depressed area of brush. Likely someone had set the body down here. Yet there were no signs of a person or body here, now. Looking around, there is nothing out here. No dug pits for hide outs and no homeless encampments. The night seems to be watching, waiting, this far from the parking lot lights you are lit only by moonlight. Owls wings' move nearly soundlessly as they hunt among this quiet area. A good sign this area doesn't get much human involvement.
You look around a bit more, yet find nothing else of interest.
No one seems to notice your vehicle, or care about it. You don't see another living soul after the two women and the man drove off. Listening closely, you can hear deep breathing of sleepers in their rigs. Some pocked with coughs of smokers. The investigation has revealed that something has happened here - although an indeterminate amount of time ago. This stop doesn't have a name, yet the cross roads are Power Street and Signal Butte Road, in eyesight of a worn down independent gas station called E - Z Up. The E - Z Up appears to be the only landmark until you climb back into your car and drive back into town.
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