The Junkyard Trap (Jeremy 02)(Francis 02)

Jimmy hauls some sheets of busted plywood from the yard and the two of you position them neatly behind your respective dunes near their peaks to give yourselves the footing you'll need to maintain a steady attack position. He takes the front Dune in case the gang gets out of line and he needs to run out and tackle one. Francis, you do a great job covering your tracks in the sand, it's like you were never there.

I'm going to assume Jimmy has the same weapon as you, 9mm, because nothing else was detailed.

Francis, you can see from your spot in the dunes the tiny forms of Clint's Boys out in the dessert to the south, where Smith had gone to distract them. You can't quite tell what's happening from this distance, they're just tiny, like ants. You wish Trish was here to do the squinting, she could spot a tick on a wild dog from this distance.

Some sort of confrontation seems to break out, then one of the little ants on the horizon heads out to the west, followed minutes later by two more. The rest of Clint's Boys seem to be preoccupied, holding position for a pretty good amount of time. You give Jimmy a curt nod and he signals Jeremy that the distraction is well in play.

Jeremy, give us a solid description of your trap's layout and we'll fast forward to the gang's impending arrival.

Francis, Go ahead and make the roll. Here's a bit of set up for you.

The gang lingers for a long time where Smith had met them, until late afternoon or so. Whatever they're doing out there seems non-violent and solemn, but it's hard to tell from the distance. They finally seem to regroup and resume their trek toward the scrapyard.

It's dusk by the time they shuffle into shooting distance. You have a good enough view of them in the fading light from your hiding place in the shadows of the dune. There's 8 or 9 of them, you think. You recognize Brace Win but that slick little dirtbag Frito he's always hanging around doesn't seem to be there. They huddle together briefly and then start to stalk toward the hole in the gate one by one.

Which enemy is my biggest threat?

Pardon the delay.

Several paths cut through the piles of junk throughout the yard, an ever shifting landscape carved out by Jeremy's constant rummaging for parts. The path leading to the hole in the fence is much like any other path in the yard. The ground is littered with stray parts, perhaps even more so since the visit earlier this morning. Just beyond a bend in this path, out of sight from the hole, five wires lay un-noticeable in the debris. On one end of each wire a simple loop has been made much like a slip-knot. The other end of each wire has been attached to a metal pole bent over like a spring and set to launch upward at the slightest tug. The first such spring snare has also been attached to a box-spring gate poised to slam shut over the hole in the fence. Further down the path another box-spring gate is set to close with the second spring snare. In the middle of all this, hidden on the other side of a junk pile, the AV equipment has been positioned. Once the guests are secure in the junk-cage, Jeremy intends to activate his new toy and open up a nice hole in the maelstrom for his guests to enjoy.

Jeremy is just inspecting his snares and making adjustments as he spots Brace. Jer ducks behind a trash heap and quickly but silently makes his way to the AV equipment.