Field phone convo 0315. Mobile Command (MobCom) to Stanford (S1).

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MobCom  “Car four reported an attack on Camp Cypress’ perimeter road. Says some scavvies shot at him with bows and arrows.”

S1  “Plonks?”

MobCom  “He didn’t see ’em.”

S1  “They shot at the car?”

MobCom  “Negative. The driver was outside the vehicle.”

S1  “Where was this?”

MobCom  “Between mile markers fifteen and sixteen at the southwestern corner of the property.”

S1  “That’s Plonk territory. It took them long enough to come out of the woods for a look. We’ve been driving circles around them for three weeks.”

MobCom  “The driver was actually in the woods at the time.”

S1  “He was on Camp Cypress property?”

MobComm  “That’s correct.”

S1  “How far in?”

MobComm  “Repeat?”

S1  “How far in did he go? What did he see? Did he say anything about lights or machine sounds or the electric fence?”

MobComm  “No. But Slater is driving Car Four. You can trust him. He won’t try to jump your claim.”

S1  “Trust. That’s funny. Mark my words, if those Plonks really do have a working generator, it will be difficult enough taking it from them without having to worry about our own Hunters.”