Gus looked at you all gearing up fresh from Henrietta’s tender touch. The old time ranger scratched his whiskers a bit sheepishly. He turned up one of the electric lights giving the room a soft glow as the sun had all but set by now. You had noticed in this tall building only he and Heneretta appeared to be the only ones present. There was ample room for about twelve more folks and in fact they you might even reckon passing by a room full of bunks.
Gus’ voice was filled with worry despite his steady demenor, ” Deputies haven’t come back. Damn Saloons. They are probably out drinking, whoring, and what not. Last time this happened the rag, Electric Daily, wrote a whole darn spread on it. Got Mr. Tesla seeing red over the whole matter. We need to find them before they tarnish our name and are more drunk than Andy is british.” Gus sighed, clearly there was more.
He dropped the other shoe waving the rangers to follow him and true to himself he told another tale, ”The armored wagon I was gonna give you has gone, missin’ like Bull’s good looks... Hurry down to the barn... Follow me.”
He took the group to the adjacent Tesla Rangers Barn. A large stall big enough for a good sized wagon and sure as shit it was empty. The barn doors were busted open and charred as if introduced to something smokin’ hot. Strangely fine bits of metal were suspended in the air two feet off the ground near where the wagon would have been secured. Clearly an odd situation. Gus drawled on taking out his compass which was circling aimlessly unable to find its way. ” Yup still missing. Ole Tommy boy is up to his usual pranks and at the worst time ever. He probably saw you’ll at the Rusty Sunset and decided to introduce you to the rangers proper like. Fuck... No time for goddamn pranks.” . Gus shook his head. Despite the ease with which he spoke, his eyes betrayed just how much up shits creek the group was without the armored wagon. ” Damn the timing... Fuckin Edison. Paper had a field day last time the joker pulled a stunt like this. We still haven't found out where is he operating from. He just shows up and does stuff like this... In a few weeks no doubt the armored wagon will be back... But damn if it will be too late.”
He looked out a window that has the towns electric lights on full display. Countless Saloons, opium dens, and other establishments set to the vices of man were just hitting their stride as night had set. ” We’ll be sending you to Uncanny Valley; one of our outposts on the Missip’. Mr. Tesla sent a telegram that Bot Masterson has been captured and is being held there. You’ll need backup going out that far, and the armored wagon... Well lets just say you’ll need somethin’ sturdy to lock up Bot Masterson in. Henretta and I will mind the station in case Mr. Telsa telegrams or any of the deputies comes wanderin’ back.” Gus paused tapping on the barn door and pointing out to town...
”Folks out there would have seen somethin’. I’ll need you to represent us and find our deputies and armored wagon.”
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