Warrior Technology Expo

[Eanwulf]

Biting his lip with a mixture of outright tension and the need to do something, Frank guards the two as best he can and then leaps back into the passenger's seat of Caleb's truck. "Let's get this show on the road!" Frank blurts bluntly. "I've got a feeling that things are going to hell in a hand basket and I don't really want to be around any large groups of people once the military starts rolling in!" Shortly after Caleb starts his vehicle and puts the pedal to the metal, Frank's mind rapidly shifts to the fact that he knows absolutely nothing about the group of people he's traveling with.

A fact that bugs the shit out of him and needs remedying as soon as possible.

[BrokenWire2086]

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The group gets ready to leave, or has already started on their way when the police band radio, which was picked up in the convention center squawks to life. "Any station this net, any station this net, this is Dispatch 3, is anyone out there... we need assistance at the station. Jones, Stevens, Hawker, anyone, come in..."

[TetNak]

"Fuck," Cohle groans, "We should see go see what's what." Rust rubs his chin, the booze far shifted away from the excitement of the day.

[Eanwulf]

Frank grunts, then replies. "Well answer the damned thing then!" Concerned lines of worry mar his face.

OOC

Dispatch is coming from one of the radios you took inside the convention.

[TetNak]

Rust grabs the radio and presses the button. "This is Rustin Cohle. Homicide. What's your situation, over?"

The detective waits for a moment for the answer.

[Bohemond]

The haters wanted to drive away." So, do we fuck off, or live on my farm?"

[BrokenWire2086]

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The voice comes back from the radio. "The Sergeant got infected and started shooting the other officers. Everything went crazy and I don't know who was shooting and who was protecting. Right now there is a group of people trying to break down the front door."

[TetNak]

"Do you have any munitions? Is the armory secure?"

Rust sighs, "If they get those guns, it is going to be trouble. If we can secure them, and get a few more PD with us, that will help.

Rust seems somewhat ambivalent about the whole thing. His job was to solve murders. He wasn't some do-gooder by nature. Swooping into save some fat cops wasn't what Rust considered important in the least. And yet, those guns would be helpful in any situation.

[Eanwulf]

Frank looks to be torn between the notions of taking flight with Caleb and showing further interest in Rust's conversation. Both options seem to hold equal value to the man and despite his own thoughts upon the matter, Frank wishes to see how things play out a bit further before making any final decision. Turning towards the window of the cab, Frank comments softly to no one. "Ten to one the place is smack dab in the middle of town and surrounded by crazies..." The thoughts of making their way to Caleb's farm grow stronger.

[BrokenWire2086]

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"The arms room, its still locked, though the Sergeant had a set of the keys." Comes the answer form the other end of the radio. The person seems to have a level of calm though its being strained by the events as they unfold around him.

Looking off in the near distance (yea you figure that measurement out) the group who was so intent on getting into the car have succeeded and from the screams of the person inside, which don't last very long, its clear her end was met in a horrific fashion.