Recalculating

Owl Creek - Wyoming

Cyrus stepped forward slightly, trying to get a better view of the man in the treeline. "I doubt they're expecting me at all. Came to warn 'em of trouble headed their way. And, yes, I'm sure they have names."

Perrine was thinking and unmoving, though he was aware of Cyrus getting a little closer. The creek between them gave him a little bit of false security. Cyrus would see his attire, practical and suitable for a survivalist, alongside a little more of his facial features under lit from the bioluminescent creek below.

The word trouble was disconcerting to Perrine. While he didn’t agree with some of the politics and authoritarian policies at the gifted underground community, he did like the people there. If trouble was indeed coming, he would want them notified in advance. Then again, what if Cyrus was the trouble?

Perrine decided that it was worth the risk, after all Cyrus would have to go through their checkpoint and failsafes before they would ever let him in. And if he didn’t pass, they would wipe his memory. Plus they had strength in their numbers, and dream walkers and telepaths.

“Iz kno a homesteed, quit wural. Oner Mr. Mayberri may bee able tu halp yoo vind dis kommunitee.” Perrine informed.

There was a brief moment of silence as Cyrus translated Perrine's words in his head. A homestead? Sounds like the kind of place he was looking for. He remembered his handler, Nick, mentioning a farmhouse. That was before... well... their falling out.

"Mr. Mayberry ya said? I appreciate your help brother man. You point me in the right direction and I'll be on my way then."

Perrine nodded. He then made use of his hands to gesture his instructions. “Kep folluwing de rode too towm of Sharidan. But ven yoo leafe área Ouwl Kreek yu se a tree dat look like dis.” Perrine mimed the gnarled posture of the tree he was referring to.

“Taki wright nto de feald. Line up bighrn mountns.” He positioned his hands to represent the mountains. “With handl of big depper n ski.” Since it was night, the man would have to use the stars about. “Twavel northeest. If fast, ye get there by daeybreek.” It would be off road traveling, but a motorcycle should be able to handle it easily and in much better pace than his old wagon.

“Hit mountns yoo go too fur.” He provided a limit.

Cyrus nodded his head, "You're my guardian angel brother man, I hope we see each other again, in better circumstances." Cyrus executed a playful salute towards the stranger, then launched into the sky. From there he would map out his path and be gone. Taking the motorcycle of course.

Perrine simply nodded, never really letting his guard down. His facial expressions had consistently remained calm and approachable though; like a friend you could talk to that would actually listen. He waited till the man had left before he disappeared back into the forest and sighed in relief. Then he had to listen to Peekaboo make fun of his performance the rest of the way back to camp.