Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170331011949/@comment-5543592-20170402182907

The Handsman led the Outsiders down the bridge, whistling to himself as he did so.

"First time on Mercer Island, is it?  Lark wouldn't've worked otherwise.  Finest place in the world, it is, don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

They came to the end of the bridge, where a few concrete dividers had been set up as makeshift barricades. The bridge itself had been entirely cleaned of cars or any kind of debris, likely so the Red Hand could see whoever was coming and so any attackers wouldn't have any cover in an assault.

There was a toll booth at the bridge's end, and they could see a group Handsmen hanging around. Two were inside the toll booth, apparnelty doing work at some kind of desk, and the rest had taking up positions along the concrete barrier.

"How's it going gents?" Their guide greeted his fellow Handsmen. "Got a few who says they're Causers that want in.  One ov' 'em's even got a badge."

"We ain't expecting any Causers today." One of the soldiers sitting behind the barricade said, sounding annoyed his lounging on duty have been interrupted.

"Well go check with the Sarge and radio it in." Their escort said throwing a glance in the Outsider's direction, and they got a feeling he was winking at them from behind his helmet.

The soldier sighed, rising to his feet, and entered into the toll booth.

"They're gonna need you ta turn over your weapons." The Handsman who guided them across the bridge said, turning to the Outsider's. "Causers or not, only Red Handsmen are permitted ta carry on island." He then added, as a joke, "We're always looking for recruits if you want to join."