How the city is now, and today's task

Standing, Sam returns to the cluttered counter space, pulling a stained map from the pile and returning to the table.

The map is an almost unreadable mess of marks and scribbles, and thats before taking the stains and smudges into account.

Pointing to a large part of the local map seperated from the rest by a big red sharpy mark, "Those skanks own this part of town." He then points at a spot not far from there, "And this is where we are."

The realization strikes you that the territory he indicated is the same area you just passed through getting here. You realize that either Sam is completely unhinged and delusional, or you were lucky to avoid these ladies Sam had been talking about.

When you look back up, Sam is looking at you, as if trying to read your thoughts, his gaze a little unsettling. When Sam blinks, the intensity is gone as if it was never there, "Now," He points at the map again, "There's an old K-Mart here," He stabs the map with a finger, "We're headed there today, see if there is anything left worth taking."

Sam returns to the counter, rumaging for something. After several seconds, he returns with a small tuperware container, about the size of a shot glass.

"Fill it." Is all he says as he hands it to you