While some in the peanut gallery would want to see this mission fail, Erik set out to get whatever supplies he could before their venture into the 'mansion'. The poor souls that followed him had reason to fear there would be death and despair going forward, there was valid reason for such concerns. Hope prevailed though, Erik and the rest of these damned suckers didn't end up in Quintin on their own, they were led there. Coralled by that online post, all like lambs to the slaughter. Erik didn't mind the thought as he rummaged through the scrap yard, finding his weapon of choice.

Now felons couldn't go and run into a gun shop and buy a firearm, and the one he had was stolen by Chomp. He carried a foot-long piece of steel rebar, he rested it over his shoulder. Walking into the motel he took a long drag from a 'reacquired' cigarette as he walked back into the lot, looking over his shoulder for the sheriff. That's when she showed up, Jenny Jen Jen Caspin, he blew some smoke toward the short-stacked dork. He felt like a giant as he towered over her, his hand gripped on the rebar as he raised an eyebrow to the line of questioning being poised towards Erik.

"Want me to show my hand?" He said exhaling smoke from his nose, he'd drop the cigarette stepping on it and smushing it out with the heel of his shoe. "All I can say is there's a lot of unknowns in this world, and we only have scraped the service. While there are traditional unknowns, Eleanor's case transcends that."

Erik briefly graces Jennifer with the Lexicon of the Occult, he opens it and shows her a page with a CIA letter head of sorts with a sprawling hand-drawn diagram.

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"All I know is this place is dangerous, but do you have my back Jen? I bet you don't cutely stutter when you're gaming, so I'm going to need your best when we go in there. Focused, on the ball and switched on. Like you're a Wolfhound, you know from Tyrant Shell? Best of the best, and nothing less. You ready to venture into the unknown?"

It was a lot to ask, but if she was worth a damn she'd say yes. If he got anything less than that, then she was the enemy. What role she played, he didn't know though maybe an investigation in E-Sports finest would show him where Jen, a bunch of misfits and Eleanor all came into play.

[@Punished GN]