The hole in the fence (Smith 01)(Jeremy 01)(Francis 01)

Jeremy, When you look at Smith, his eyes glinting white, something clicks into place. You'd been sorting through your junk and reorganizing it a lot lately, sensing some sort of psychic turbulence. The scrap those guys stole must have removed some kind of blockage from the rubble. Across the yard from your trailer, along the fence but not quite near the gate, is a busted up cart with a couple of heavy old tube televisions, a couple of VCRs, stereo, speakers. They're all in various states of disrepair, but the circutry seems to be broken in all the right ways. Something about the Maelstrom is encoded in a broadcast or radio frequency, and as soon as you look at the old AV cart, you realize you can use it to browse the Maelstrom (augury, p 45 of the spreads PDF).

You could certainly use it as the base for a badass trap, if you can buy enough time to run power to the thing and browse it over to the correct frequency.

Just then, a banging and a rattling at the gate and you both jump. It's Francis and his trusty second asking, cheerily and none to subtly, to gain entrance.

Apologies for any temporal confusion here. Did my best to work Francis into an existing scene without too much turbulence. Let's call it Jeremy's turn. He can respond to Smith and to Francis and pull us all up to present.

Jeremy, what do you do?

Jeremy, you need to buy yourself some time. If you don't send somebody out to intercept Clint's boys and distract them, the best you're going to be able to do for this trap is a crap version, weak and unreliable.

What do ya do?

Jimmy grins wide and rubs his hands on his torn slacks, then adjusts the blue, metal breastplate fashioned from a USPS mailbox he wears over his bare chest. "Maybe we can set up the trap in the middle of the junk, put somthin real nice in the middle, then we can hide by the gates and nail the stragglers!"

Jimmy seems eager to put his hands to work in one way or another.

Darkness surrounds Jeremy. Darkness and bright blue-green lines forming grids and various shapes. The world is suddenly composed of vector wire frames as though it were being composed within an ancient arcade cabinet. Jeremy himself appears to be wearing a strange gray suit and helmet with more blue-green grid-work making circuit-board-esque patterns across his body. A blue polyhedral shape is floating and shifting about in the air above him. 

"Well that was - helpful." Jeremy scowls and continues re-arranging the old electronics. He pauses, "S-say, has anybody seen Husher?"  

The little hamster in the wheel of Jeremy's mind begins to race at break-neck speed, cooking up plans for the traps. "Ok," He thinks to himself, "hole in the fence, should I leave it open? Yes. Otherwise they'll know I know. I know the paths that wind through here better than anyone - advantage me! I'll want to set the traps a little ways into the yard, draw them all in, or most of them anyway. Maybe set them after the path forks off, assuming they'll split up. I need some good long study strips of scrap, something springy with good metal memory.  If I plant them firmly and bend them over the junk piles and set them they'll be hardly noticeable. Then some lengths of strong wire, something hard to cut with a knife. Tie them to ends of the bent springs and put simple slip-knots at the end. Trip on one of those and it'll release the spring, flinging them in the air and leaving them dangling like human tether-balls. I could rig the first one up so that when the spring flies up it pulls another wire that closes a gate over the hole. An old box-spring might make a good temporary blockade. Perhaps I can set up several box spring gates, YES! Create a corral out of these pathways. It's pretty damn hard to climb over these piles of junk, I know I've tried. Whoever isn't tethered by a spring-snare would just be easy pickings for anybody with - with a - a gun - DAMNIT! MY PISTOL! WHERE THE FUCK?" 

Jeremy begins running around the yard again, frantically searching.