Thread: Misquamicut State Beach

Name Jackson Pierce Nickname Jax Attire Black cargo pants, black leather studded belt with concealed blade in buckle, plain black sleeveless tee, Black Red Sox Hoodie, black converse sneakersClassic high tops. Weapons None to the untrained eye Location Misquamicut State Beach Tagging Snow, OPEN Jackson nodded in response to the man saying he could call him Sam then when he answered his question about the training, again Jackson nodded in response. The young man found it difficult to believe that Sam had no training and that what he had just witnessed was pure luck. However, the young man wasn't one to question and simply began helping the man scavenge what they could off of the bodies. Fuckin' score ,Jax breathed out as he pulled an iPod from the pocket of the woman's body and turned it on. A sigh of relief came next as the screen lit up and the battery icon was filled half way. Once he had grabbed anything he could find that would be useful and Snow asked if he had gotten all he wanted, Jackson nodded in response before the two worked on finding a working vehicle. When they found one with all of it's parts, Jackson slid into the driver's seat and ripped the panel off of the steering wheel before going to work on the wires. As soon as Snow told him to try it, Jackson connected the two wires that would start the engine. A few sparks flew before the engine roared signalling that the car was started. Fuck yeah! Let's get the hell outta here ,Jackson stated in a somewhat proud tone before Snow got into the back seat and laid down. A soft laugh came from Jackson as the man's shirt came up while the young man started to drive away from the beach. Jackson knew the tattoo, knew where it was from, and also knew of a man who had the same tattoo. Of course he didn't now the man personally but anyone who had half a brain cell to work with and paid attention to the media, knew who Snake Plissken was. The man was responsible for the world having to rebuild after the blackout caused by him in 2013, he was the man who went into New York City and came out alive, the man Jackson had read about since he was old enough to read. Snake Plissken was a goddamn hero in every right and it took all Jax could not to start the slew of questions he had for the man asleep in the back seat of the old Chevy he was driving. As Jackson drove he kept an eye on the iPod he had set in the center console to see if he would have any smidge of luck with getting a WiFi signal. Sure it was a shot in the dark but with how many towers there were throughout the small state and the fact that the entrance to the prison was somewhere within Kent County which meant there was a network somewhere around there due to the Processing Center needing access to online files, there was still a chance he'd get something. Of course the fact that the signal he would pick up would probably be locked didn't even cross his mind, it didn't have too, if the kid found a signal he would do everything he could to hack into the network and doing so from inside the prison vs. outside was actually far safer for him. On the inside he was protected, knew of places to hide if he indeed was able to carry out plans and get into the network and the USPF caught on like they did on the outside. Of course Jackson wasn't going to be so foolish this time around. He wouldn't leave an IP address for them to trace nor was he going to jump the gun again. This was going to take time and patience both of which Jackson now had plenty of if he played his cards right and didn't get killed. First thing was first however, he needed to find Summer and make sure she was alright so as he kept an eye on the iPod he also kept his eyes out for any sign of his sister. Moving to Kent County Travel Thread