Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190616163743/@comment-5543592-20190624224048

Morning came to Warehouse Zulu, and Josey was up early, not out of any particular desire to be, but because sleep was still elusive.

Tanner was standing in the main room, before one of the glass walls, an image projected on it, and as Josey entered, he motioned to the Courier.

"What're you looking at?" Josey asked, coming around. Tanner had a series of photos of Randall Clark lined up. Mugshots, images of him from different times in his life. Josey blood ran hot immediately. Funny how that worked, how just looking at a person could provoke emotion in you. "The hell you got this up for?"

"I wanted to make sure I could recognize him, if I see him." Tanner said.

"He stands out." Josey said. "Ain't someone you'll overlook."

Tanner nodded. "This too." He played with the remote, and the screen changed, now to a few photos of Reno. Featured in all them was a large, shaggy-haired man in a stained, faded trench coat that enveloped his entire body. There was nothing praticular about him aside from his ragged appearance. He looked like a regular bum, in Josey's opinion. "What about 'im?" In the photos the man was going about his business, shopping, entering buildings, talking to people. The photos weren't of him, mainly just surveillance shots taken by NCR scouts. He was the only connection between them.

"I think that's Randall Clark." Tanner said. "And I think this is too." He pulled up another photo, this time of a hunchbacked, slouched man in baggy sweats. "He's going about in disguises."

"So?"

"So it means he knows he's being looked for." Tanner said. "Or at least is wary.  When we were in San Francisco, the Yakuza members we talked to swore off connection to Randall.  Either they were lying, or someone else knows about what we're up to."

Josey had trouble wrapping his head around the implications of what Tanner was saying. Intrigue wasn't a skill of his. "What're ya gettin' at?" He asked, demanded really.

"Nothing." Tanner shrugged, clearing the screen. "Just thoughts."