Vat:04 Mennonite Motorcyclist Mayhem

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Starring: Joseph, Amiri, Sophia, Steve, and Koz
Guest Starring: Constance
Challenge: Mennonite Bikers; Amish Demolitions Team
Location: Springfield, Mass back to Pittsburgh, PA
Date Played: 29 June 2012

New Assignment

Joseph: Fer this assignment, Constance herself is givin' us the lowdown. She confides in us that she was aimin' to git more outta the Hollywood fellas. She don't blame us, but I git the feelin' that we should try 'n not cut short a job again. She is fixin' fer givin' us our own stagecoach and wants to know what we'd like it to say. I'm fer tryin' to find a nice pun but the rest of 'em pay it no nevermind and start thinkin' up borin' stuff. A crying shame is what that is.

So our job is to ta escort a 18 wheeled wagon from the northern state of Mass directly back to the three rivers. We ask what the truck has and the question is evaded, but we are told that treasure hunters will be after it. Some things never change. However, some things are mighty new, as we get maps from a Triple A showin' us many routes to and fro. This is one of the thing that I'm likin' about my current situation.

Driving the Big Rig

Joseph: We arrive and find the wagon to be filled with rocks. Pauline has no idea what the rock is but I kin tell that it's from some kinda site or location, as some of the pieces looked to be worked by the hands of man. I commune with the area and find that the stone feels frustrated. I'm not able to suss out more, but as it isn't givin' me a headache, I'm fer assuming that it ain't no cursed rock.

In the mornin' we arrive at "zero dark" as my grandson calls it. I says that it's still the previous night until we git some o' that coffee. Once there I cast a ward and it is a big'un. I draw out all the energy that I can and give the truck the mother o' all wards. A creature o'da night would have to be very powerful to think about crossing that one. And man am I drained. I'm snappin' at the littlest thangs and just want to be left alone. I ride in the front of the coach with Koz and fortunately we sit in silence.

Horses are on the Loose! Mennonite Roadblock!

Joseph: A kindly sheriff pulls his coach up next to all of us and informs us that a bunch of horses were loose ahead and that we might should consider takin' the next exit. Koz is hellbound not to leave the road. By his reckoning, either way's a trap so we might as well stay on that road. As we ride up on the wild stallions we see that the road is blocked by cement fences. As it were stated, we reckon'd on a trap and made moves to clear up the horses and the fences. That's when we heard them motorcycles.

Ev'ryone thought it odd to see Mennonite folk on cycleback, but I didn't. I found their rides far more strange but I keep that to myself. Just as they git to us we've cleared the fences and start making our way. The world was a might foggy fer me, but I recollect clearly that one o' 'em fellas were throwin' around magics. Created a mess of ice on my grandson's automobile shield to obstruct his view. Fearin' that he might crash I get on the horn to ask if he wants me to fix it and I hear a yes. Mind you, that proves not to be true, but in da heat o' the moment it were. Focusing my thoughts I funnel my abilities and heave a chunk of rock with my will into the windshield and ice, bustin' 'em both apart like nothing. The fellas soon realize that our crew is capable and chooses the wiser course and stops pursuit.

I hear later that Pauline killed a man. That is a might sight awful for anyone, especially a woman. She's tough as nails and I'm sure dis'll serve to make her even tougher. Shame though.

Later, we cross into the commonwealth and pull through a weight station. We're passed by some kindly seeming Amish folk though we are more than a little suspicious. As we make to pass 'em they pull their wagon into the street and leap like their britches be burning. A moment later it explodes, nearly takin' out the African fella's jeep.

Safe Arrival at the Carnegie Natural History Museum

Joseph: We arrive at the museum with the load intact and us mostly together. Steve broke his arm with the bikers and Joe was mighty pissed about his automobile. We advise the museum about the attempts and we aid them in luggin' in the rocks. I don't mind workin' with the rock, as the physical nature 'o the work rekindles my connection with it.