Great news! *looks forward*

This is pretty cool.

**************Las Vegas***************

More buildings crushed like toys, another shattered shell of another city. This was how Las Vegas appeared to the convoy of traders. Jethro knew the drill. Traders would enter a city and sell what they could. Hopefully, a few families would take them in for the night, if not, the traders would camp on the outskirts of town. It was a harsh, monotonous life, but it was better than the life of the ruin dwellers the caravans sold to.

A pagoda rose in the middle of the ruins, a sign of Japanese control over the city, even though the Japs didn’t do anything except make sure there were no overt signs of rebellion. That, and occasionally making brutal displays of force in the spirit of the rape of Nanking. Beating women and flipping babies on bayonets were the mildest of offenses.

Jethro and Dan led the convoy into this pit of despair, trying not to stare at the pale people, their eyes sunken in. As they reached an intersection, the civilians cleared, and several men in sleeveless leather jackets and dark sunglasses walked out in front of the traders.

“What’s yer business in Rembrandt turf?” growled one, who appeared to have a higher status signified by his copper ring, which was worn and beaten, but gold was virtually impossible to get, copper was the new gold.

“Rembrandt” remarked Jethro “I thought the only artists in Vegas were con artists.”

“Very funny wise guy.”


It's a bit shorter, but I keep my promises

I bet they get in a fight, nice little addition!

Awesome! Keep it up!

Great! I'd like to see more!

*******Las Vegas, an hour later******

The wagon train had to wait outside town, but Danny and Jethro followed the thugs through the winding streets, eventually reaching a casino that wasn’t quite as bombed out as the rest. Inside, there were several games of poker going on, the players never looking up at the sight of the outsiders and the leather-jacketed thugs.

As they walked through the room, Jethro peered at one table, having noticed the chips were an odd color. On closer examination, Jethro realized they weren’t betting with poker chips, but much more valuable small pieces of bread. One of the thugs was annoyed by Jethro stopping, and pushed Jethro along to the back room, where a man sat in a suit that was once a high-quality piece, of clothing, but now was so torn that the barrel of the revolver that the man had attempted to conceal could be seen clearly be seen.

“I assume you’re Rembrandt”, Jethro let out.

“Why, yes, yes I am” the man replied with a slick accent.

“Well, Mr. Rembrandt, as you may have heard, our convoy has stopped in you town to sell our wares”.

“Man has tae make a livin’”, Danny piped in.

“Well, that is true”, Rembrandt quietly stated. “You best move on, the Japs charge all leaving traders a nintey percent marketplace tariff.”

“We cannae efford another dey o’ travel, laddy”, Danny burst.

“Well, we can always smuggle some goods in and out through the tunnels. We’ve been tunneling for years, as part of a passive revolt” Rembrandt remarked.

While the conversation continued, Jethro went to the back of the room and opened the liquor cabinet. Noticing some lines in the back, he moved the few bottles of whiskey and found what appeared to be a ring, he pulled, and a hidden compartment opened, making a crashing noise.

Rembrandt was very surprised when Jethro pulled out a flamethrower. He managed to sputter “When did that get there?”

Jethro replied, “I don’t know, but it’s time to kick your little revolution into overdrive.”

The revolution overdrive bit isn't fully myn, guess where it's from

Awesome! I like where you're taking it. If you haven't played it already, I can tell you'd like Fallout New Vegas.

Finally someone starts "Occupied back up. Great chapter!

*feels angry at self for laziness*