To this Group called "The Trust" (Open Frequency)

[ItzThatcher]

**Razzel sighed as he finally made it a decent distance south from his previous location, a Severograd if he heard those.... civil people correctly. He also spoke with the one who referenced themselves as Duncan, but he cannot really trust that too much. "But my word is my word, and I will honor it..." thought Razzel to himself, before slowly pulling his radio he procured from a police car in Germany. Going through the numbers and stuff, he shrugged, hoping that this group Mr. Duncan referred, a group called "The Trust". Funny name in his opinion, but he isn't one to judge a book by it's cover. Bringing it close to his face mask, he looked about the small area he was in.**

*Presses the transmission button.*

"Hello..... well if this thing is working properly then I guess anyone can hear me.... well... anyways onto the topic. I received a referral to a group called "The Trust" by.... some civil people, who know who they are, and I am looking to take a break from traveling so long. One of them told me you are a more.... civilized group than most here. What that means I do not know but I do know that I am always looking for good conversation since in my experience..... it hasn't been so.... civil. Well, anyways, I would like to meet this group, and the name is Raz for now. Hope you respond, or at least someone would lead me in the right direction.... hopefully....." Came a voice over the random frequency. It was a calm, mannered, male, and American. It also seemed slightly confused and unaware as to the situation this country was in. The very last word was muttered, almost uncatchable through the airwaves.*

*Releases the transmission button.*

[Combat Logo]

*Logan jogs through the field, turning the dial occasionally from one frequency to the next, seeing if anything caught his ear. After a couple of turns, he hears the words "The Trust" come through and he stops to listen. After a couple of moments, he pulls his radio of to listen in. He thinks for a moment, before pressing down on the talk button.*

"Hey there, Raz... If I'm correct... This is Logan. I'm a member of The Trust... I... uhhh... can't give the location of were we live, but I am more than willing to meet you out there somewhere. Give me a location and I can make my way there. Safe travels out there."

*He lets go of the talk button, puts the radio back into his jacket pocket and continues his jog. The night slowly comes to an end.*

[ItzThatcher]

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**Razzel Anderson stops and almost trips when he hears his radio come to life with words and static. Pulling it out quickly, he turns up the volume and listens. He nods as the man speaks, before bringing the radio to his face mask.**

*Presses the transmission button.*

"Well! I am glad to see I caught your attention sir. Ahheheh..... I also am not to.... familiar with the land around here..... if you know what I mean...... so I do not know where to go. All I know is I am somewhere slightly south of a place called Severograd or something. Either way, if you could give me a compass direction to go by then that would be helpful so I can rendezvous with you sir..... I await your reply."

*Releases the transmission button.*

[Combat Logo]

*Logan raises an eyebrow, pulling his partner closer to him as they sit in the shed. Compasses direction, okay, best give a decent location.*

"Alright, if you can, start heading south-west, you should see a airfield as you go, don't go in there, but keep going and head to the town of Pustoshka. We will meet you there."

*He lets go of the button, putting the radio back in his pocket, as another member enters a garage.*

[ItzThatcher]

-snip-

**Razzel nodded, writing the directions down in his little Journal. He then brings the radio to his facemask.**

*Presses the transmission button.*

"Alrighty. I got that loud and clear. I will be heading southwest..... *Some noise of a map is heard.* And go to a..... Pustoskia...... alright..... I think I have got it. See you soon sir....."

*Releases the transmission button.*