Freedom Arms; Monday

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Today Alice had arrived with the little compact radio -not the musical kind, mind you- she had scavenged a while ago on her world. It had been making some odd noises, so she decided to put it nearby and see if she could get a message.

Alice certainly hoped she didn't get anything; it would only bring troubles for her. Red headed Claire Redfield shaped problems at that

So of course, she moment she set it up it started to sputter static and...were those words? That certainly had sounded like a male saying the word 'Convoy' just then.

"I'll be damned."

Troubles, it was all troubles.

[ OCD free because Mondays are hell. ]