Isiah Devin
It been a while since Isiah's last visit to Brian. He didn't care much about the man, but felt sort of bad for him, seeing as how no one went to visit him. He had sent a search team out to find where Manhattan was going to. Also, he sent out a relay message across many different radio frequencies. Saying a great reward would be procured if any information is given on the whereabouts of Manhattan. So far, no luck. It had been a dreadful two days, filled with paper work and other nonsense which he didn't want to focus on. His mind was set on other things. He wanted to get out of the office which he was trapped in, doomed to do nothing other than look at reports every now and again.
Suddenly, Isiah heard static over the radio. The sudden sound that erupted from the godawful silence sparked his interest. Picking up the mic, he then turned up the receiver, trying to pick up whatever that might had been. A gruff sounding voice had came out of the slight static saying " I have information about Manhattan, just stop sending that damn message every hour". Isiah chuckled and clicked the relay message off. Picking the mic back up, he pressed talk " Alright, we would appreciate it if you could come to New Montreal to tell us, because if they are listening right now, it would very unfortunate if they had a heads up that we knew. Also, your reward will be given once viable information is given. How does that sound?" Isiah replied to the man. " Alright, me and my group will head over that way, that's lake Ontario, right?" the gruff sounding man said. " Yes, it is quite easy to spot as well, it being many acres. Anyway, we will see you when you get here." Isiah turned off the talk button and leaned back in his chair to rest.
1 day later
The gruff voiced man and his group of 5 extra people arrived at New Montreal in an old van. Which was lucky to have in these wastes. The group seemed a bit under nourished, but who wasn't these days. The leader ( The man who talked to Isiah ) was easy to spot since he walked in front of everyone and held his head a bit higher. His looks were a bit better than the three men who trailed behind him, who must have obviously envied him. He had slightly long dark brown hair that went to his jaw line. The man had menacing dark green eyes which always seemed to be open. His demeanor was serious as if he meant business and his face wasn't aged too much, Isiah guessed he would be around 30. The man walked up to the gate and requested to be brought inside because of the information he had. He was directed towards the office with two armed guards, forcing the rest of the group to stay behind for the moment. He introduced himself to Isiah " My name is Michael Treacy, I'm the one you talked to over the radio." He said, extending his hand to shake. Isiah returned the gesture by shaking his hand. " My name is Isiah Devin, I am right now the leader of this colony. I would like to get straight to the point, what do you know, sir?" Isiah questioned. Michael gestured towards one of the chairs as if he was asking to sit without verbally asking, Isiah understood and nodded. Michael made himself comfortable. Leaning forward a bit, he pushed his hand through his hair and began " Well, I like it that you get straight to the point, makes it easier for me. My group is a bit desperate for supplies. Well, we saw what seemed to be two groups of people meeting each other at Saratoga, a while back. One I knew was Clint Lawson, I knew him from back when I was in some not so legal activities, he used to work for the mayor and all. Anyway, the two groups exchanged a few words and then headed on to what seemed to be New York, New York. Who knows what they're looking for there, as far as I know it's still over run by a bunch a raiders and bandits. My theory is that they the bandits and raiders finally left, cause they finally figured out it was just them. So, Manhattan wants to set up there colony there, in hopes of regaining something from the old world." Michael finished. " That is an interesting theory, and sounds quite trust able. I'll take your word for it." Isiah paused, coughed in to his elbow, and then continued. " What reward would you like?" Isiah asked Michael. " Me and my group out there would like shelter, food, and water". " We can do that. We do have enough stockpiled resources to support many new comers. But, may I ask does your group have any specific skills?". " I'm quite the sharpshooter and medic, the 3 other men are sort of like hench-men, they'll do anything you ask em'. We also need a permanent place to stay because my wife is pregnant, the girl out there with blond hair, only a few weeks in though." Michael finished waiting for Isiah's reply which seemed to take a few minutes. " We'll take you in, as long as you promise to serve us well." Isiah replied. " We promise." Michael finished talking and exited with a slightly happier countenance. He told his group the news that they would be living there from now on, they didn't mind.
Isiah immediately got in contact with the search group he enlisted through long range radio and requested that they changed course to go to New York, New York. There they would spy on Manhattan and see what they plan to do.
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