Gates and SeaTac,
A few days have passed since the big shindig at Yellowhouse. The inside gang of Safeco has grown, picking up new bodies from around the outskirts and handing them guns and weapons. Complaints from folks being roughed up for minor infractions and the inside gang has started roaming outside, too. In trucks and cars. Right now, it seems like the Admiral's rattling his saber. He hasn't made any big announcements about his plans. Pikers are worried that this could mean trouble.
Today, however, is Motor Duel Day! The Witch of Pike has declared markets closed. That's not good, Gates, because your people haven't eaten in a couple days. Work's dried up, and people aren't saying why they're refusing to hire your people on. Nobody has come to church, even though the place is really starting to take shape. Before the food ran out, construction was coming along nicely. Now, though? Even QuePasa is sitting around with a grumbling belly and sweat on her brow. Fortyfour took off this morning. Did he tell you where he was going?
SeaTac, you and Joey have come by to visit. Have you heard about Gates' people falling on hard times, or is this a social visit? Joey's excited to see Ghost, he's only been talking about it for hours. Never Ghost by name, not exactly, but well, you aren't stupid. When you come up to Gates' place, you see Fremont and Rei sitting outside, on their duffs, just relaxing. Although there's a desperation in their eyes.
What do you do?