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Carolyn’s machine shop has been abuzz with activity 24/7 for the past two weeks. From shop owners coming to ask for favours, to the acquisition of scrap, and distribution of work, it’s clear that the new leader is a bit overwhelmed by all of it. Nonetheless, the call has gone out to all Old Guard regulars, and those seeking a new life with the Old Guard, to come to Carolyn’s machine shop. She had a new mission in the works, and needed some helping hands.
Upon arriving to the entrance of Carolyn’s workshop, each person entering is briefly searched. They’re then forced to take a blood test—as simple as a needle going into someone’s arm, and extracting a little blood. There are no details given about the blood test, merely that it “enhanced security.” Upon passing that test, they are allowed to keep their firearms—though no explosives—and enter Carolyn’s office. There, a butch looking woman would meet them. Bald, and smoking a cigar. “Come in.” There were a few chairs in the room, all facing the woman’s desk. They seemed to have been dragged in recently, to allow her to interview a few people at once. The woman motions to the chairs. “Sit, and we’ll begin.”
The Old Guard – Recovery
Carolyn’s machine shop has been abuzz with activity 24/7 for the past two weeks. From shop owners coming to ask for favours, to the acquisition of scrap, and distribution of work, it’s clear that the new leader is a bit overwhelmed by all of it. Nonetheless, the call has gone out to all Old Guard regulars, and those seeking a new life with the Old Guard, to come to Carolyn’s machine shop. She had a new mission in the works, and needed some helping hands.
Upon arriving to the entrance of Carolyn’s workshop, each person entering is briefly searched. They’re then forced to take a blood test—as simple as a needle going into someone’s arm, and extracting a little blood. There are no details given about the blood test, merely that it “enhanced security.” Upon passing that test, they are allowed to keep their firearms—though no explosives—and enter Carolyn’s office. There, a butch looking woman would meet them. Bald, and smoking a cigar. “Come in.” There were a few chairs in the room, all facing the woman’s desk. They seemed to have been dragged in recently, to allow her to interview a few people at once. The woman motions to the chairs. “Sit, and we’ll begin.”