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“Be more careful next time. I don’t want to bandage you up again.” (Doc to Ray)

Ray chuckled, wincing as he felt the bandage wrapping around his wound on his arm. “It’s just a bullet wound Doc! Besides, you don’t wanna know what would have happened if I hadn’t been distracting the men who did this.” Ray had been purposefully distracting a group of men who were supposed to be hunting hobgoblins and forced them to waste several hours on him. He’d been shot, but he’d likely saved many lives that day as well.

“But I am open to suggestions! How do you carefully distract murderers from their intended targets? I’m all ears Doc!”

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Several weeks ago...

Tommy absentmindedly rubbed his eyes as he stirred from his slumber. He sat upright and looked around the hotel room and smiled at the mess it was in. It triggered memories of the night before. Tommy’s hands in dark hair, his tongue between the other man’s teeth, rough hands gradually moving lower and lower...

Biting his lip, he snapped out of the memory. He turned to look at Ray, who lay beside him, fast asleep. Tommy absentmindedly let the tips of his fingers drift over Ray’s chest, enjoying the feeling of muscle under the skin. He pulled away, before standing up and moving over to where his clothes lay. He debated getting dressed, but he had a sneaking suspicion that Ray might try for a round two once he woke up, so he remained in his underwear. He moved to make himself a coffee when he heard Ray stirring from the bed a few feet away.

“Morning handsome.”

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Call The Shots || Nadine & Ray

The past few weeks have moved quickly. Nadine moved through the QZ now with ease like she had been there since it opened up. It was something Nadine always liked about Pittsburgh, the fact that she knew the area before and moving through the zone was simple because of that. Now Nadine has that same skill with the Atlanta zone. While she might not have ever single turn memorized, Nadine was happy with her process here.

Now, Nadine circled the black market. She had list after list of everything she had from Gregory and everything that she thought she needed or the hunters as a whole could use. While some tables were full and stocked like the one that belonged to the man Nadine had spoke to before, others where less then half empty with items so poorly made Nadine was slightly worried wrongly touching one of the so called nail bombs might destroy the market.

Nadine passed another table and watched a few men enter an open door off to the left. Nadine had heard of the bar in there from comments around the market. Taking a break from the looking Nadine walked into the bar. It was small, but the shelves behind the hand made bar were far more stocked then Nadine would have expected.

There was an open post at the far end of the bar and Nadine made herself comfortable. Normally she would refuse to sit at the bar, a table was far more classier, but, the bar meant more of a chance to talk to the man working behind it and Nadine waited for him to notice her and move closer before playing an order. “Do you have all the making for a proper martini?”

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Arrangement || Ray & Charlie

Charlie moved quickly out of the military sector and to the black market area after she got down with Bower. She wanted to get to Ray as quickly as possible and get this out of her bag. She was glad that Bower conformed it was nothing illegal, but Charlie still wasn’t sure if she was suppose to just go and take anything she wanted from the medical center.

She guessed she would find out of she got in trouble for it. But for now Charlie was just going to focus on the fact that she was helping a friend. A friend who she promised she would get this to in less then a week. And it still was, barely.

It wasn’t a long walk from the middle of the military area to the back of the black market. And luckily it was still early it enough it looked like Ray had just opened and the place was still empty. Charlie spots Ray easily being the only one in there behind the bar getting things ready for the day.

“Give me 6 shots of whiskey.”

It was a joke. Charlie still had a fresh memory of her last hangover on her mind. She gives off a little laugh before getting quieter. Even with no one there it was clear Ray didn’t want everyone to know about this. “I got what was on the paper.”

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Get Your Drink On || Charlie, Baker, & Ray

It had been a... confusing couple of days to say the least. Charlie still felt like she was walking around in a haze. From trying to avoid Daniel, which in all honestly was one of the easiest things to do. She even stopped going and checking on the new recruits in case he was also doing the same thing. But yet she still found herself walking by the building they were in, the military mess hall, and Daniels office a couple dozen times day. Yeah, Charlie was trying real hard to avoid him

Then the deal with Ray yesterday. Charlie still wasn’t sure what she agreed to easily to it. She knew she was helping a friend. Charlie trusted Ray, and she wanted to actually be able to help him. But it was a big risk.

Everything all adding up Charlie wanted to get drunk. It was easy to get Baker to agree to come out drinking with her. While it took a while to find a night they both had off, Charlie was happy it gave her time to sell a few things and get a couple more ration cards. With them in hand Charlie made her way to the bunks after her shift.

She changed from the uniform to more normal looking clothing quick before finding Baker. Of course he was standing exactly where she told him to meet her at. “I hope you haven’t been waiting to long. Morgan was slow coming in for his shift after me and I had to wait.” You would think someone scared of her would actually be on time but no.

“Thanks for coming to get a few drinks with me. Been a long ass week”

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Business Opportunities || Charlie & Ray

Charlie grabbed the bottle of bottle self bourbon from her bag. It been over a week since Charlie had last seen Ray and he mentioned having a deal he wanted to make with her. It was still a strange idea to her. What could someone have that they thought would be a good deal with the military?

It was Ray though. And Charlie liked to think she had become close with the man even if it was because she gave him ration cards for him to give her booze. That was a still a good relationship in her book. She respected Ray, making a business in a time like this. It was pretty damn cleaver in her mind.

Charlie knew that most people started to spend less money on Sunday due to being pretty much out of cards. It was normally the first day that less people started showing up for meals in the main mess hall. Trying to make sure they saved enough to eat for the rest of the week Charlie also knew the bar would be slower, and that even if people were coming in, it wouldn’t be earlier since people would want to come in later to us the booze to fill their empty stomachs.

She always hated not being able to give out more. Not being able to give seven cards at least so people could have a meal each day. But they made sure the people had enough to live. Sure, it wasn’t as easy as before, warm meal 3 times a day, but it was enough. Charlie shook the thoughts from her head as she made her way through the market and into the bar.

The was one man sitting as the farthest table back as Charlie pulled out a stool right up front. She dropped her bag on the table and pulled out the bottle. “I’ll trade ya for a drink?” Charlie smiled knowing it wouldn’t be a problem.

“I tried to get her before you got too busy.”

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Los periódicos con titulares alarmantes se apilaban sobre su lado de la barra. El papel mostrando ligeras decoloraciones en la tinta por el repaso constante de los dedos y los ojos incansables de Richard. Era su obsesión, o al menos la más reciente. La noticia que envolvía Louisiana era una sola; el asesino serial que parecía escurrírsele entre los dedos a los policías. Todos sabían de él, de su forma de operar, de las cosas retorcidas que le gustaba experimentar con sus víctimas, sin embargo nadie se atrevía a hablar de él en voz alta. Quizá se debía a que pensaban que si no hablaban de él, que si lo sumían en el silencio y lo lanzaban al olvido, el asesino desaparecería en una nube de humo como si se tratara de un mal sueño. El moreno lo dudaba. Había pasado horas y horas de su vida dedicándose simplemente a comprender la psique enferma de aquél despiadado ser, repasando las cualidades que lo convertían en un psicópata, no solo en el monstruo que todos temían. Por ende, Richie sentía que lo conocía casi tanto como se conocía a sí mismo y creía que alguien capaz de arrebatarle la vida a una persona con tanta saña, con tanta premeditación no podía simplemente regresar a esconderse entre las sombras.

Aunque la luz del bar era deficiente y la música demasiado alta para su gusto, su atención no divagaba en nada más que en las cientos de líneas que los reporteros le dedicaban al asesino. Sin ver, deslizó la mano derecha por el borde de la barra en busca del vaso con ron del que había estado bebiendo por la última media hora, lo llevó a sus labios e intentó dar un trago encontrándose con que lo único que quedaba del mismo era hielo a medio derretir. Elevó el rostro parpadeando ante el cambió de iluminación y se ajustó los anteojos sobre el puente de la nariz antes de hacerle una seña a Rayland "Cuando tengas tiempo, podría utilizar un segundo trago" dijo intentando hacerse oír por encima del resto de los pedidos. Él no tenía prisa y debido a que Ray era básicamente su mejor amigo, ambos sabían que podía esperar a que los demás clientes consiguieran ordenar sus bebidas.