Erik, for his part, drifted slowly towards one of the engineering contractors he recognised. The man was sat behind a table stacked high with admission forms and looked thoroughly put out with the task at hand, as a clamour of unskilled individuals mistakenly (or perhaps purposefully) tried to get hired as trained engineers. It was his job to sort the wheat from the chaff, so to speak, and with most of the genuinely skilled workers already being hired out by Company, there were more pretenders than not lining up to meet his appraisal. 

The man's worn out face broke into a brief smile of ackowledgement when he spotted Erik lurking in the crowd. The two had worked together before and had a fairly easy friendship so Erik pushed to the front and few people were brave enough to stop him. Once he was within earshot he addressed his friend.

"It is good to see you, Andrew, so you were lumped with the desk work then?" 

"Unfortunately." Andrew sighed as he looked up at his broad friend, before flicking through some papers in front of him. He stared at an odd note for a few moments, and then glanced back at his friend. "Looks like it's your lucky day, Erik." 

"Hmm?" 

"It says 'ere that you've been picked for some sort of expeditionary group, dunno why, good pay though." 

"What?" Erik looked perturbed for a moment. "What does that mean?"

"I guess it means you'll be leading the charge, doing all the dangerous work for a bigger pay-out. Could be risky though, there's bound to be trouble with the Clanners." 

"So... I'll be paid more to fight the Clan?" Erik looked at him thoughtfully, at odds with the hustle and bustle all around him as his brow furrowed. "Sounds good to me." 

"Righty-oh." Andrew muttered a little awkwardly, he knew there was history between Erik and the Clan, so he didn't want to press it. "You 'ave to go outside, meet the rest of the group out by the Silos." 

"I'll do that then." 

Erik made his way to the large red structures just inside Ambrosia, he was actually fairly familiar with the food storage Silos, having been contracted to carry out some repair work on their exterior a year ago. It didn't take long for him to get there, but even so someone had beaten him to the punch so to speak. There were already a couple of armed and dangerous types waiting, a soldier in the defence force and a frontier type, perhaps one of those hunters. Erik strode over to them confidently, nodding to them but saving introductions as he assumed more were coming. 

Daniel had to make his way through throngs of people, elbowing past people who clearly did not respect his badge. It didn't matter. He was more then a little peeved at the whole thing. Random orders were never good. As he stepped up to the group, his eyes widned at the site of Claudia Alrecht, who stood arms akimbo.

"Captain Alrecht. I did not expect to see you here." He said. Eyes glancing over the engineer at his side.Next to him stood a man with a large rifel. A hunter, he'd stake his pay on it. "What is the meaning of this little initiative." 

Claudia smiled. It was a cold, dead excuse of a smile. "Is that any way to adress your superiors, Peace Officer Cheng." She turned to regard Erik. "Welcome Erik, I had a feeling you'd accept the commishion."She said the last bit with a wry grin on  her lips. " The Silent man next to you is Joséf Bartosz. He is a hunter of some skill. We are still waiting for a few others to arrive. Any questions in the meanwhile?"

Erik nodded politely at the officer, though her smile unsettled him. "No questions, as such, I am sure you will tell us exactly what we are to do when the others arrive." He looked around for a moment. "Except, I would very much like to know why I was picked for this group, I am not a soldier or a hunter. Are engineers not going to be needed for the railway project?" 

The redheaded soldier pondered this. You won't be needed for the actual railway until we actually have the lay of the land." She frowned. "We need to set up fortifications along the the way. Hard points. That's were you come in. 

"I see. Well, I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth." 

"Wise. Its more like a gift dinosaur in any case."

Cynric arrived at the signup desk just before the rush. He was surprised just how smooth things were going, his paperwork had been processed quickly and  someone was already walking up to him.

"Hey. Sinner ack." Cynric put his hand up to stop him.

"It's Sin-err-ick." 

The man coughed nervously. Cynric smiled. "Never seen someone with an eye-patch before? Look." He lifted the patch showing off his ruined eye. "I can't see jack through it and chicks dig scars. Apparently."

There was a pregnant pause from the man who whistled nervously and flipped through the papers he had. "Well. You've been assigned to the expeditionary group."

Cynric looked at the man confused. "The expeditionary group? Sounds exciting."

The man nodded handing him the papers he was carrying. "You're to head to the silos to meet up with the rest of the group from there you'll be told what you're doing."

Cynric returned the nod and took the papers from his hand. Turning on the spot he headed out towards the silos. He saw there were already several people milling about. "Howdy there folks. Names Cynric."

Erik turned towards the vaguely familiar voice behind him, surprised to see a face he recognised. Though it wasn't the sort one would forget, considering the man was wearing an eye-patch. 

"We've met, remember?" Erik grinned at him, for they had indeed met in the past. The burly armourer had done some maintenence on Cynric's bike almost a year back, though they had only talked briefly. The apocalypse had a way of bringing people together, so it was really unsurprising that the two had met before. "It's Erik, if you had forgotten." He laughed, letting the man off easy if he was the sort to forget the names of those he met in passing.

Cynric looked at Erik slightly confused the cogs in his brain slowly processing his words. "My god Erik it's been a long time." He enveloped Erik in a bear hug slightly lifting him off the ground. "Last time I saw you you were working on that hunk of junk you called armour. Thanks for the tune up by the way!" He let Erik down and stepped back to give him some space.

Erik was taken aback by the sudden hug, but he just assumed Cynric was that type of person and shrugged, not bothered enough to let it get to him. If anything, he was glad there was at least one familiar face on the team. Eventually he was put down, though he'd barely left the ground to begin with. He patted the one-eyed swordsman on the shoulder.

"That armour will save lives one day, Cynric, we both know the real 'hunk of junk' is that bike of yours. I was happy to work with it, you don't have to thank me again, though given a few more days the thing would have probably killed you!" He laughed, and with that introduction out of the way Erik turned back to the red-haired captain, expecting more rag-tag individuals to arrive at any moment.

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