[color=gold][h2][center]Delvin Crawford[/center][/h2][/color]
	Deep in the toxic wasteland that was the world, a dust cloud was moving east at an abnormally fast pace.  It was almost as if it had a mind of it's own, and in a way, it did.  At the front of the dust devil was a raven on a chopper with a goal in mind.  He'd caught wind of an abandoned hotel out in the waste, and knew well enough that places like that were constantly avoided, either because they had become monster nests or temporary havens for outlaws.  This one, though, was a different story.  This place had been picked clean by scavengers years ago, and was always over looked by newcomers to the trade.  The experienced foragers, like the biker on his way there, had the knowledge that places like this always had more to offer.  As the dilapidated building came into view, his left hand drifted to the shotgun stored on the gas tank.  While unlikely that someone was there, the possibility existed.

	Delvin Crawford, one of the more experienced scavengers in the world, pulled up to a crippled hotel and shut his bike off.  Out of habit, he dropped the keys into a pocket on the inside of his vest and locked it with an audible click.  The raven made his way to the back of the vehicle and opened the left saddlebag, withdrawing a somewhat bulky bag and slinging it over his shoulder.  His kit for this type of work retrieved, the man took a few steps towards the main door of the building and looked up at the dusty and faded sign that identified it.  He read what he could, a scratchy and muffled voice coming from behind the gas mask keeping him alive.  [color=gold]"The Merlot... fancy name for a roach motel in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere."[/color]  Continuing his path into the complex, the avian was surprised to find the glass door intact.  However, a simple jiggle of the handle shattered the entire thing.  [color=gold]"It's amazing what a hundred years'll do... makes my job easy."[/color]  Meriting himself a light chuckle, Delvin proceeded into the lobby.

	A quick glance revealed more than a fair number of hidden gems to his keen eyes, and the raven set to work immediately.  He withdrew a crowbar from his kit and held it in his left hand, ready for an inevitable use in a worn down structure.  It didn't take him long to find what he was after, though; a television, one in working condition for that matter.  [color=gold]"Sacha, I may have just solved all your problems with that geezer..."[/color]  Mumbling to himself as he picked the electronic rectangle up off of the lounge's wall, he slowly made his way back to the waiting bike outside.  Every few feet, he would stop and pick up the occasional nail, nut, or other pieces of metal.  A quick melting and these were the most useful things in existence.  Delvin passed through the entrance and walked the last couple feet to his bike.  Finally setting the television down, he opened up the other saddlebag and withdrew a few bungee chords.  Clipping them into some strategically placed rings on the back of the vehicle, the piece of technology was soon held firmly to the side of it.  [color=gold]"Can I risk a double-dip..?  Yeah."[/color]  The raven, eager to find some more useful and/or valuable objects, dived back into the wreckage with glee.

	Hours later, Delvin came out of the gold mine with an armful of scrap metal and several abandoned necklaces and rings.  Tossing his loot into the right bag, he reclaimed his keys the pocket of his vest and took a seat on his chopper, starting the vehicle up and dropping his scav kit into the left bag.  Picking up the kick stand and doing a quick turn around, the raven sped off in the direction from which he came.  [color=gold]"Maybe you can keep this one from breaking, Sacha..."[/color]  Kicking up another cloud of dust behind him, he signed.  Another long drive back to New Earlton...

	Another couple of hours passed before the bird noticed something strange.  Two cars parked far from each other, one with a sniper on it.  Beside the larger of the vehicles was several crates, likely full of some dangerous substance.  Squinting for a moment and trying to make out faces, he could identify a few alligators armed to the teeth, what looked like a puma... and the sniper.  While she had the gas mask on and most of her body was concealed by the jeep, the patterns of what fur he could see marked her as a snow leopard.  And, given the low number of them in the city, he was willing to bet it was the Godmother herself behind the scope.  Killing the engine and leaning back in his seat, Delvin watched the scene unfold before him.  If someone saw him, well, it probably wouldn't be a huge problem.  Arms deals like this happen all the time around New Earlton.  And if a fire fight broke out, assistance could be given.
	
	[@Midnight Howl][@VKAllen]