Found em. I think.
I’m writing this early in the afternoon because I am headed out in an hour or two. I swung down to the houses below us on Auburn Lake today with Mallory to check for phone books. As it turns out, I really have burned all the phone books here on campus, and Google is still fucking down.
I got the address to a “diesel import” specialty dealership in a small town just north east of the city, and it was roughly in the same area as where the Outsiders were coming from. I’m betting anything it’s the right place. I can tell. Feel it in my bones and whatnot.
I’m going alone. I know that sounds dumb, but I work better on my own, and I don’t need to burden anyone with covering my stupid risk taking ass. I also think that I will still be in radio contact that far out now that we have the repeater tower perched on the top of MGR, so in reality, I’m only a walkie transmission away from help.
Not that the hour plus it’ll take for them to get to me won’t factor in … Guess I’ll just have to do this quietly, and try to get in and out of their neighborhood without bloodshed. Or a little bit of carefully planned out bloodshed.
Not that I’ll complain if I get to bring an abrupt end to the life of a bad guy. The trick seems to be whether or not I can figure out who the good guys are, and who the bad guys are.
I’ll put an entry in when I get back. Hopefully that’s pretty soon. I’m thinking maybe the 18th or 19th. I’m planning on being gone for a few days, and I’m not bringing this laptop. Too heavy, and god forbid they got their hands on it, and read all of this. Even with a password required to log in, I don’t trust it. Plus someone needs to read this if I die.
And as I’ve said abundantly, dying is pretty easy nowadays, even for little old me.
Fuck you Jinx Fairy.