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Title: To the North
Post by: Steel on 14-04-2010

This is following IC events and Military needs some personell right now, so not alot of time for Hunter. He may come back, bu youll seeeeee.

A briefcase made of steel is left in the burn down old shack, it is locked, and on the case is Written in permanent ink "Pilgrim".

A letter is left inside as well as all of X4's Documents:

Dear Pilgrim, i have taken my leave from this area permantly, the reason i came back is no longer valid, i am heading north, to find out what awaits me up there. All documents from the venture to the labs are contained within here, i trust youll do what you can seeing as maybe 2-3 of those things escaped, you need to hunt them, and rally hunting teams together.
Preferbly from freedom. You will not see me again, ive left Parmenion Thades PDA in here aswell as his Dogtags. Get them to Valentin.
And as for the Hut? That was an accident, dropped a pot on the stove. Damn thing.
I have no means of contact on me any longer.
I will see you in another life.
Signed "Hunter"

PS: Ive left my Hunting Deagle there too, make good use of it.

Inside the case lays the following:

X4 Documents.
Hunting Deagle
Thades PDA
Thades Dogtags

Will Hunter come back?
Or will he perish in the depths of the zone?
Stay tuned kids!
Title: Re: To the North
Post by: Bielecki on 15-04-2010
Pilgrim enters the old burnt down shack, questioning its condition.
He notices the cold steal object on the table, its unearthly business begging him to practice his curiosity.
He draws closer, catching the written 'Pilgrim' as he dose. He places his gloved hands on the suitcase and slowly opens it a jar. Pilgrim notices the single piece of paper first; he grabs it pulling it from the case.

A brisk wind passes through the broken walls of the shack, gliding across Pilgrims figure. He stands firm, his eyes following the text of the letter, back and fourth, back and fourth...

His head slowly rises; the paper is lowered from his eyes. He stands, not a word.
His helm covers his depression. Pilgrim folds the letter carefully before placing it in his front coat pocket. He turns to the suitcase again, pulling out its contents then placing it back in.

The steps across the floorboards to the doorway echo through the forest.
Pilgrim looks back on the Shack for maybe the last time, he leaves into the fog.


(Sorry for the late reply, Interenet went down for a while.)