A week and a half had now passed since the shooting incident at the Sand Stone. Nearly half the team had suffered gun shot wounds. Fortunately, most of them were minor. Matsuo Luong from Blue Team had suffered the worst injuries, still being in critical care. He had been admitted to the hospital in the Transrail Oasis Tower across the Core. Everyone was now assembled for an important team meeting that the Colonel had called earlier today. The Colonel, Jezebel, Chico and Clara were still out of the room. However, new to the team, the young gear pilot Diggs William had arrived the day after the shooting and had spent much of his time assisting Felicity, Sasquatch and Lyle Devous in getting the remaining Gears repaired and reassembled. Also present were Keavy, Terry and Rohgen, who signed up with the team a couple of days after their own incident in the Transrail Oasis Hangar Facility. The two theives that they had helped chase had unfortunately gotten away, seeming to disappear into the Oasis Station's ventilation system and skulk away undetected. The exact nature of the two men's intent was still under investigation by Transrail Security. After performing an inventory on their equipment and supplies, it appeared that nothing had been stolen or clearly tampered with. At the same time, the grenade had ended up being a fake, merely meant as a ruse to assist the theif in getting away. It was clear that the theives had been highly-trained professionals, likely ex-special-ops personnel for hire. Transrail Security assured the trio that a continued investigation would reveal something. At present, their Cheetah Gear and supplies had all been moved into the Redliner's hangar. There was an impatient air in the hangar. Gustav, Chagall and an injured Jonus all took perimeter near the doors leading out of the hangar. At that point, the far door open, and the missing four entered the hangar. Holding out his arms, the Colonel called out. "Thank you for your patience. I am sorry that we are late. We were going over, er,... business issues." He, his wife, Chico and Clara all stopped at the foot of Shamus' Iguana, which had been reassembled and now stood upright. "Let me get to the point," the Colonel continued, clearling his voice. "As you know the team paid for all your medical treatments. Clara and I have been going over the books, and---" "What's going on?" Jaana Czeshin interupted. There was a chorus of voices that echoed Jaana's question. Jezebel squeezed her husbands hand as if to assure him. "Well, to put it bluntly," the Colonel answered, gesturing for people to let him continue. "We're broke. Completely broke, I'm afraid." [...] "Stop me when any of this sounds familiar." Terry whispered to Keavy and Rhogen. In all their adventures through the badlands they'd often been low on money. Only when they got serious about gear racing did they slowly start to build up any kind of real savings. "Then we'd better put a plan in place and do something about it." Terry said, "We have a race coming up in a couple of weeks we need to practice for and gears and people to fix in the meantime. Unless you want to run a really big bake sale or form a rock band and go on tour we'd best stick with what we know and hold it together for that race." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- This message brought to you by the HG-PBEM "OVERDRIVE" mailing list. http://www.bluething.org/overdrive/