11366/Tracking to the Far East

Tracking to the Far East
Date of Scene:	20 April 2020
Location:	Lowtown, Madripoor
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Chris Redfield, Sabretooth

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Chris Redfield has posed:
"So this is where the trail ends" Chris Redfield says as he sets feet in Lowtown. Well, setting feet is a misnomer. He and his team are riding in a cart pulled by sickly horses. Feet were set on Madripur soil for about....five seconds. Then it was into the cart. Officially, this is a simple itelligence gathering mission. Unofficially, Chris is expecting trouble. He got a rumor about a lead on Victor Creed, and jumped at the chance to check it out. Which, to be fair, Chris wants as bad as anyone to bring Victor in...

Preferably alive. Which is why the whole team, all five of them, have stun weaponry and they are here to confirm or deny any rumors of Sabretooth's being here. Simple intel mission.

So why is Chris nervous. Maybe it's just where they are. Madrapur. It's hot, it's poor, Chris is not liking it already.

Sabretooth has posed:
    Victor moves through Lowtown Madripoor as if he belonged there. Despite towering over most folks, he rarely got a second look as he went about his business. This kind of place was known for attracting all the unsavory types, and Victor certainly fit in there. The streets were crowded with people and smells. Food from kitches but also mixed with unwashed bodies, garbage, and sewage. The buildings were right on top of each other as space was a premium.

    Victor barely noticed the sweat marks on his tank top as he headed down the street. He was glancing at signs as if looking for the right spot.

Chris Redfield has posed:
Chris on the other hand? Nope, he doesn't own this bit of the world. Not in the least. To him, it's a mission. Nothing more. Nothing less. It's, well...it's reminding him of places he flew over in what feels like another life really. Like somehow, some way he's back in the cockpit of a fighter jet flying for his country.

Yeah that was a lifetime or two ago, he feels. Looking around Chris takes in his surroundings. Job? Find Victor Creed. Report anything. Get out of there. That's all there is to it. Simple, on paper. It felt simpler when Chris looked over the briefing back home. Now...he's doubting it.

Sabretooth has posed:
    Victor pauses as he is walking and lifts his head. There is an odd scent in the air. Hard to isolate anything with everything else around him, but there is something different. He turns slowly, looking over the crowd. Back the way he had come. His eyes narrow, but he doesn't have long to look as he is jostled and pushed by the throng of humanity moving through the streets. Finally, he turns back and continues to walk down the street seeming to have a direction as he appears to have spotted the place he wants.

Chris Redfield has posed:
Great. This place is, huh....wait a minute. Chris sits up more iin the cart. He thought he saw movement. Or, well, the sun's tricking him. Entirely possible. Chris though? He's wanting to stop the cart and get out, but he doesn't want to get lost in the crowd. So sit down, enjoy the ride.

See. Chris isn't exactly sure what he should do here. Madripur's crowded and stinking, and not on the top 10 list of Chris's favored destinations.

Bringing the cart to a halt..mostly thanks to crowds, Chris finally gets out of the cart and finally gets out taking a look around. Victor's got to be here somewhere. Fine. Team splits up, canvases the areaa. Chris is the last one out of the cart