While Harlan was losing his bacon at cards and Doc was talking to Eureka at the finest table in Cocktail in walks Rum, owing the Chemist money.
Doc walks out with Eureka and his posse, urging them not to hurt Rum in any way that he can't fix up. They shot Rum in the knee and left him in Doc's care.
Doc doesn't waste any med-kits on Rum but he's stable. But where to put him? Bar's still waiting for a night with the Doc. He goes up to see her, hoping to seduce her into letting him stow Rum here while he heals (failed roll). They have a nice night and in the morning she kisses him on the head and says, "This ain't a hospital; get your junkie out of my joint."
They still don't know shit about Wheelyard, another town on the Rim. They head out that way to find a town/junkyard run by Gila. Gila's son, Corbette, greets him; doc recognizes the kid has Downs Syndrome. Corbette has an Irish Wolfhound, an old guy, blind, who follows him around.
I effed with Cybelle a bit. Gila called her New Ma, having heard about her time in R.V. and it tweaked her out. Ma, still hitch-hiking in her noggin, was giving her some shit about using her Violation Glove so often. She went off by herself to gather her head. She went into the Maelstrom and immediately noticed Corbette's dog. It approached her and while in the Maelstrom, talked to her.
The dog had a number tattooed on it, said something about her being a runaway from Area 51, something about the Colonel who fed him and how he used to chase down runaways, like her.
Doc cut a deal to keep Rum there and Gila serves them all lunch, talks to them about the politics of the Rim, how he'd love to see the Doc set up in his own Rim town but the Engineer-in-Chief wouldn't like that.
"If you were to get yourself a town, I know we'd all chip in to help you out. We'd rally around you."
Doc said, "I'm not looking to rally anyone. I just want to help people."
Doc's avoidance of local politics amuses the shit out of me.
Last drove into Wheelyard with his cycle all bent to hell. Last is the guy who shot Fuse over cards in the first game. He said there was an accident with a car.
They flipped on the sirens and went to it.
There was an accident with some bikes and a humvee. Yeah, there were bullet casings. Last got a gang together and tried to rob the Chemist's humvee and it went poorly. One of them was showing gray matter. All they could do was give him some chloroform and leave him to die peacefully. The other two were run over.
Doc healed them up. They left them with a wanna-be-doc in Hoover. Doc said he'd train him to be a legit doctor if he saw to it that these two didn't die.
They slept in the Croaker just outside of Hoover.
At this point, Anthony looked over the Doc's character sheet and noticed that he was running short on meds and had a job on his moonlighting that we hadn't done up yet. We decided the second job, termed Technical work, was surgery.
They were woken up by Eureka...the Chemist's kid was suffering due to appendicitis. They ran into Vegas and meet Graham, the Chemist. I picture him as the main character from Breaking Bad, a guy with a bad mustache and a comb-over holding his daughter's hand.
Doc saved her.
Graham seemed real reasonable for the fella who sold drugs.
He offered to set up Doc with his own town on the Rim.
Cybelle tried to open herself up to the Maelstrom and failed miserably. I figured this meant that she was made. The Chemist made her for a Brainer right off.
"Would you like work? A Brainer is so helpful to have around. I had one in my employ but he was shot. I could, of course, pay you."
And he dropped down a book on the table: SPEC OPS MANUAL 053: Psychic Warfare
She tried to shake his hand.
"Violation glove?" he asked.
She said she would think about the job offer.
They brought Harlan down to a sub-basement and showed him a cherry Nevada State Highway Interceptor. They need him to run a job, a dangerous delivery that they knew was going to go bad.
That is where we ended it, with the players in a safe, air conditioned bank building, being offered solid deals by a family man, a very reasonable devil.