GG-S01E03

Sept 18th 2014


I'm not sure where we're going, but this train seems like it will get us there.

It's a nice enough piece of kit. Nice hardware under the tarnish and soot. Some of this might need to find a better home. I wonder why we're going so slow.

Well, we found the good Dr. quick enough. A personable fellow, free with wine an talk. And his companion is easy enough on the eyes, for a human.

There goes Sarlos with his talk of lost gods. As if you'd find one in a luggage rack. Well, we all have things we want to find, I suppose.

Well, that livened things up. Turns out this bucket of bolts was carrying something more valuable than bullets. At least, some local bandits were willing to trade a heap of one for the other. I wonder how their empty horses will weigh into that equation. They came over the ridge-line like a crashing wave. Horses and a wagon with a mini-gun. That thing tore through the train like, well, there are more holes than not at his point. A clean enough job they made of it. We hardly had the chance to kill any of them before they had the wagon full of whatever they came for and were on their way. They boarded, but it seems, only to buy time. They filled our car with stink gas before I even got my mask on. Five of them came up from the rear and we headed forward to find the good Dr., only to see him heading west, hog-tied to a horse. That little guy from the sewer nearly had one of them alive, if he'd just known when to hold still.

Dr. and cargo. A connection? I wonder which they wanted more. Or is that a package deal. I think it's time we find out now why we were going so conveniently slow.

- H.F. 