Date: August 24, 2014
City:. Outside of a military camp
Synopsis: Smitty and Bela get into more then they can chew.....
He didnt blame anyone for how things were. It wasn't worth it and all the worry did nothing but gave him a headache. In their line of work, it meant he had to be on his best behavior. She couldn't be watching him and the deal. Others were more dangerous then if Deacon Smith was out of commission with a headache. After all it had happened before when he had gotten inked. So many hunting for a conduit, like that would help stop the problems around the world.
It didn't stop him from doing his job. She had been happy to oblige with reminding him what he did and how to get money or even more what he needed. Some of his old contacts that he had used before in the hunting world saw him as a sellout. He had done fake ids before this but those couldn't stop a slaughter. Smitty had gone to weapons. Bela Talbot backing him up. In that life, Smitty needed it.
Life carried on. Businesses continued. War went on. Smitty's business with Bela Talbot continued until they had been contacted by by one of the few remaining military factions. Like always they ran them through the typical background check. A ll checked out and as the storm raged around them, Smitty stood next to Bela waiting for them to show. "Give them ten minutes more," Smitty stated. A hand grazed his bearded chin before glancing at her. Lateness never impressed him. Particularly on the first meeting. "Or we bolt." There was no blame but at the same time, Smitty didn't take his eyes off the shotgun in their truck.
Safety first after all.