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</style>Backdated to the 8th. Private. c: Kinda powerplay, let me know if you want it changed o_x;
Autumn turned out to be overwhelmingly busy. Stable construction, last minute harvests, and end of year maintenance kept him shackled to the confines of Halifax throughout most of September and late October. The first week of November was consumed by subsequent recovery and celebration. Although he was exhausted, Hilsburn was bigger and better than ever. His stockpiles were substantial enough to get him and his current customers through winter three times over. And come next spring, he would be in a great place for further expansion. In no small way, his successes were owed to Axle and Grit; Barry was sure to pay them generously for their services. The trio had grown closer through toil and time, and ultimately, the watchdogs afforded Barrett one remarkable luxury: freedom.
Without their vigilance, leaving the property for more than a day at a time would be nerve-racking. This didn't suit his ramblin' spirit well. Though he was content to get stoned, shoot the shit, and fuck around on his guitar for awhile, days upon days of no visitors and no work left him restless. It was a relief having them to fall back on. This far in the game, there was too much to lose — ambitious marauders could cripple him for a year or more. The garage was most secure and he stored most of his products inside, but he supposed a determined individual could infiltrate it all the same. More worryingly, the building used to house the still and whatever equipment couldn't fit inside the garage wasn't locked. Even if he found the key, someone could easily shatter the windows.
Fortunately, he needn't concern himself with such thoughts. He popped in to let the Rottweiler and Presa Canario know he would be out of town for a few days, gathered up some choice supplies (including a bottle of vodka fresh off the still), and struck out east. It was late by the time he reached Anathema's borders, but the near-full moon cast the mountainside in a pale white light. Suddenly, he wasn't sure what to do — it stood to reason the kids were already asleep. Hell, their mother might be, too. The biped sniffed quietly at the cool night air. Her scent permeated the whole of the borders, but one trail seemed fresher than most. Maybe he could track her without making a ruckus.
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