It felt right to be doing this. Here he was, standing before a crowd of desperate, battered, and hungry survivors. Food and other supplies were scarce because of the coyote infestation and the wildfire that had scorched the housing settlements. People had been on edge, unsure of what to do next, pondering what was in store for their shriveling futures. Well, Charlie figured that it was time to take initiative. He surely didn't see anyone else getting off their ass and doing it, and Charlie had little patience for these sorts of things.

It was early in the morning. The Italian man was dressed in a dark gray vest and a blue button-up underneath with the sleeves rolled up. He had dressed lightly, as the journey would take at least a day or two and he wanted to wear fairly loose clothing so that the actual raiding would be easier on him. "Attention," Charlie had practically barked to grab the focus of the passerbys. He had a commanding gait, unwilling to take shit from anyone. This plan was approved by the leader, and therefore, he had a job to carry out, whether anyone was agreeing with him or not. "I'm leadin' a group ova' to th' Northstar District for a raid on their supplies." Yeah, that was right. The Northstar District. One of their "allies". The group that had all the supplies and the resources. That was fucking bullshit. They expected the Badlands to trade with them after the fire, when they had practically lost everything? This would show them. The Badlands could make their own way in life; it was a kill-or-be-killed world right now. Charlie wasn't going to let these guys rot and die out just because they sat by doing nothing. "I need a few able-bodied individuals to aid in smugglin' and loadin' and keepin' a lookout if we're gonna make this trip a success." They'd be wheeling along a cart to make transporting boxes of items easier. Not everybody would come, obviously, as the territory shouldn't be left alone, but a few strong hands were needed for this operation. "We ain't got all day, so step up now and we'll get a move on."

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Charlie looked towards Margaux. She wanted to come along, eh? He blinked, his expression remaining neutral and stricly professional. He knew that the past week was a little out of the ordinary for the both of them but right now he wasn't focused on that at all. Charlie needed help with this mission, and with limited helping hands, he'd take her assistance if she offered it. "We don't needa' distraction." Charlie informed her. "We're tryin' to keep undercover. We're plannin' to arrive there at around midnight tomorrow, and we're gonna slip in-'n-outta' there without bein' caught." Charlie wondered if she would still come along. She didn't seem like the type that could do heavy-lifting, and with her hand, it would be practically impossible.

The Italian turned to Dylan, who had offered to be a lookout. Ah yes, a lookout. They could use one of those for this mission. Charlie was about to suggest that he help him load the boxes, but then he remembered that Dylan had burned himself as well. Jesus, was anybody fit to lift things? Charlie didn't want to have to do everything by himself, but he would if he had to. The Badlands couldn't afford to put this off for much longer. "Okay, you and Marg can come with." Charlie told him and glanced around to see if anybody else would offer themselves up for the task.