They vary, the signs that is and to most they are just scribbles but to me… I’m being summoned. There’s something that needs to be done.
First things first. Pick up the correct type of vehicle for the task at hand from one of the assorted depots aka Bobs.
I pick up my job packet here and no it does not self destruct! I have to eat it but usually I pair it with a fine ale.
I grab the basics, you need to travel light for these things but capturing an image here or there never hurts and is a great cover story when I’m not running Pyro Kow Racing.
The pick up is always the easiest part. Usually…
Stairs? Whey do these places always have to have stairs?
Seconds to late again, the cigarettes still smoking. Our paths will cross one day. Well maybe I can find a drink here, the secret message is still irritating in my throat a bit. Ok found it! The package… Not a beer here anywhere.
Something ain’t right with my transport so I’ll see if I can get some help here. It always goes down hill from the pickup.
I’m told to pull around back so he can throw it on their cutting edge diagnostic machine.
He says he’s got just what I need inside his shop. I’ve seen stranger and in no time I’m back on the trail with more power than ever.
Whoa sister, I was here first and I think I have a paper cut in my throat too.
I’m going to have to risk the Old Lost Coast road. You go from heaven too..
A very cold place. What… what did you think I was going to say? Hey, there could be kids WATCHING… WATChing… watching… ECHO… ECho… echo…
After the summit I dropped down to the Lost Coast. Some Ill prepared have meet fate on this stretch of barren coast.
The last crossing. Well I hope on this journey. I mean I hope the are many more crossing… journeys that is.
Finally the Warehouse 13 pyramid.
And look.. (Grumble, grumble) More stairssssss. Yeah! Not.
The things stored here… Well, that would take a while to explain. Not that most would comprehend.