It wasn’t until he reached Zaton did he collect all sixteen packages needed for his return south. “Finally!” he yelled out, venting his frustration with zone economics. The journey itself was not so bad you know. A few minor skirmishes here and there, mostly blind dogs and the occasional pack of mutant livestock. Nothing a
When he arrived at the Clear Sky stronghold. He noticed the place was busy with faction activities. Stalkers all over were gathered into squads, some hanging by the campfire, others preparing for their day. It was a joy to be among that many stalkers in once place, though the Doc was nowhere to be seen,
Not much to be said about his visit to the Outskirts. The courier and contact were alive and well, there was no drama experienced, and traveling between each base was trivial. All in all an uneventful stay he thought. The loner was tempted to take on another mission from his contact, but decided against it.
Team monolith had set up shop at the tunnels entrance and they were not pleased to see some random loner casually stroll into their base. It was highly disrespectful and they made their grievances known, but, in an unfortunate way. In the loners defense, he was flying high from stimulants and a little distracted by
Not sure what prompted Owl to change his mind, normally when asked about that hidden passage to Jupiter, Owl would dismiss the question. Not so today. For just a fistful of Rubles the loner could now purchase the information, he’s been searching for all this time. “Jupiter at last.” He said as they made the