The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Seyta jumped awake as her alarm clock went off. Except that wasnt her alarm clock, Seyta set hers to classical music and that was the morning news. Seyta rubbed the sleep from her eyes and glanced around the room. She wasn't in her bed, it was a big bed like her parents. The room was a complete mystery to her as well. "Wait... why did the news guy say New York City?"
Seyta threw back the covers and swung out of the bed only to trip on the silk nightgown the was wearing. Her eyes went wide as she stood up and moved towards the window. The gown was defiantly not hers and too big to stay on properly. Pulling it up to her knees she walked to the window and peeked out from behind the curtain. The view outside was a busy city street from an apartment window four floors up, the news guy was right. This wasn't Salem, this was New York. "Mom?" Her voice was starting to whimper in fear. She stepped back and looked at the far wall, there was one door.
Quickly running to the door Seyta stepped into the next room cautiously and quite scared. She was in a Kitchen living room combo, this wasn't her house, or any house she knew. "MOM? DAD?" Silence answered her. Despite her rising fear Seyta knew enough to find some clothes before wandering around for help.
Fighting back tears she walked back to the bedroom and started going through the dresser. It took some time to find anything that would fit. Everything was made for someone taller than Seyta. One drawer held some undergarmets that made Seyta blush, her mom would kill her if she wore those. As she continued her search Seyta settled on a pair jeans and a t-shirt. She luckily found a belt to hold the pants up despite needing to rolls the cuffs several times.
Despite her fears, getting dressed helped Seyta to slow down a bit and think. She was in New York City, and in a strange house. Other than that she didn't know anything about what was going on. Her parents always told her to stay put if she was lost in a strange place so that's what she did. Wandering around the small three room apartment Seyta found her first clue, a wallet. Checking it out she found a good amount of cash. Pulling out the drivers license Seyta froze.
"Seyta Alic, Born 10/20/1982...." Seyta stared at the license in disbelief. The picture looked like Seyta but was much older. She had the same name and birthday, same eye color. But the address was wrong. As her fear welled up again Seyta sat down and started bawling.
Posted by Sledgehammer on Apr 5, 2012 23:21:17 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
277
4
Jul 29, 2017 19:06:43 GMT -6
“Here I am, living in my metal thing,” Sledgehammer sang to himself as he hoisted his duffle bag higher up onto his shoulder and tried to balance the bag of groceries that he had picked up before returning to his apartment. New York City was plenty busy for the conman, and he quite enjoyed it. However business had called him down to New Jersey for a few days. The beaches were lovely he supposed, though after his crossing the ocean Sledge wasn’t too fond of the big blue wet thing. If the risk of allergic reaction wasn’t bad enough, he had faced more chavs with skin orange from tanning than he wished to meet in his lifetime. There was also talk about this Snooki person, who, upon Sledge seeing an image of, couldn’t possibly be human. She had to be a mutant who hypnotized the masses through the oversized hair.
Coming back to his apartment felt good. No heavily seafood laden menus at every single restaurant. Sane drivers, excellent shopping opportunities, and millions of mindless, featherless pigeons. His family had never really gone on a vacation, so this felt almost as though he had been taking a little holiday. A chaotic, working holiday that he was ready to take a break from. His own bed was sounding appealing. While Sledge could easily stay up for a few days in a row when he crashed, he would sleep for days upon days. It was comfortable in his bed. He liked it there. Once he made himself something to eat maybe he would catch a nap.
“Hm hm am… living in a metal thing,” he continued to sing and hum, trying to get the stupid little song out of his head. There was another flight to go up before he reached his floor. With his free hand he started to fish out his key. The complex was pretty quiet today. It might have been that time of day where people were heading off for work or school. One such person was heading down the stairs and Sledge had to step out of the stairway and into the floor below his. With the duffle bag and the groceries he was just going to get either trampled over or be a road block. While David didn’t care to get an actual job he wasn’t going to keep someone from doing theirs.
On this floor things were particularly quiet, minus the sounds of a young child crying. School could be rather dreadful he had to admit, but Sledge was under the impression that it wasn’t nearly as rough in the States. While he waited for the traffic in the stairway to clear up David stood around like an idiot, listening to the child bawl. There was no sound of a parent trying to comfort the crying child, no shouts to shush up. Nothing but an escalating wail. He looked up and down the hall, trying to tell if there was anyone whom the child might belong to, but nobody approached.
His parents had tried to impress upon him the importance of being a good neighbor. If they had a spar moment his mum and da checked in on those nearby, offering what little food could be spared or helping out around the house. If nothing else they would have a cup of tea and chat. To hell with that, he thought. But the problem was that Sledge couldn’t just walk away from a crying kid. He headed down the hallway, listening as the cries grew louder when he approached. David knocked on the door.
Seyta didn't hear the knock at first. Finding the license, or rather her license, was difficult to come to grips with. On the second knock she looked up, managing to take a breath as her sobbing slowed to a sniffling whimper. She wasn't suppose to talk to strangers in most cases but given the situation Seyta was willing to ask whoever was at the door for help.
Slowly getting up Seyta went over and opened the door slightly peering out, sniffing back a few tears."Hello? Who's there?" She was still careful about talking to random people, even if she was going to ask them for help. The man she saw looked to be in his twenties and carried a lot of baggage with him. Did the bad people in movies carry bags full of weapons? Ironically, had Seyta been her proper age she would recognize Maxwell as the guy who left her on the side walk after their first date. As of right know, she had never seen him before in her life..
Posted by Sledgehammer on Apr 14, 2012 21:03:48 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
277
4
Jul 29, 2017 19:06:43 GMT -6
This is a waste of time, Sledge thought to himself as he waited by the closed door. The child was crying too loud to hear him it seemed, a nd while he was waiting his duffle bag was digging more and more into his shoulder. He should just turn around and head back up to his apartment. There was the groceries to think of as well. Not that anything was right on the brink of spoiling. David was just hungry and a bag of food balancing in his arms was tempting. You should never go shopping hungry, but you shouldn’t be checking in on an apartment one floor down either.
At last there was the sounds of something other than crying. ”Hello? Who’s there?” There was a little kid in there, and the lack of an adult response was raising questions in Sledge’s mind. Shouldn’t this kid be heading off to school right about now? Three words was hardly enough to be able to tell if the kid was sick, especially if they had been crying. “Me name’s David. I live one floor up,” he said to the door. At least the child was smart enough to not open the door to a stranger. That should satisfy his concern. If kid wasn’t going to get caught up by a stranger than it shouldn’t be in danger. Nice and safe inside the apartment, no need to worry about anything hurting them from the outside.
But there were dangers on the inside he knew as well. Without the knowledge of how old the child on the other side of the door was, Sledge couldn’t tell if they were able to provide themselves with food. His nap would most certainly be interrupted if this kid were to set fire to their apartment. Nobody enjoys evacuating a building. Fast food was an option. New York was filled with plenty of delivery options for almost any type of food that you could possibly want. However if this kid hadn’t been left any money the delivery option went flying out the window. “All right in there?” he asked.
He was hoping that the child would say that everything was fine. Already Sledge had to deal with more preteens than he wanted. The young crowd stunted his business. David wasn’t that big a fan of having to defer to a boss. That was why he had always assumed the leadership of his gangs. Not being the one calling the shots was maddening, often because he knew better than his mates. “Your parents leave you food and all?” he asked. Food was the important thing David thought. Growing up there had been days of empty bellies that he had to deal with while his parents were busy at work. If the kid had food the risk of the apartment building burning down was lessened.
Seyta nodded slowly, still too scared to open the door completely. "I...I'm Seyta..."
>> “All right in there? Your parents leave you food and all?”
"I'm lost... I think." Seyta sniffed back a few tears and shook her head. He seemed nice, maybe it was safe to ask him for help."The radio said this was New York... I don't live here, but this says the lady who looks like me does." She held out the license for him to look at.
The idea of being helped was beginning to out weigh her fears and she took a step back and opened the door a bit wider. Even though David was a stranger she needed to get home and without asking for help she wasn't going to get any.
Posted by Sledgehammer on May 8, 2012 22:21:04 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
277
4
Jul 29, 2017 19:06:43 GMT -6
When he first heard the name Seyta, it had struck Sledge as unique. Some names you can tell the country of origin just by hearing it or seeing it spelled. Part of it was how the language of that country worked. In Spanish words that were masculine tended to end with an "o" and feminine ones with an "a". He had yet to figure out what sort of name Seyta was. Certainly not a common name, yet he was talking to a little girl who said that it was her name. New York City was a large city with people from all walks of life. Whatever nationality a person named Seyta was, there probably was even more of them in New York. As unique a name as Seyta was chances were probably higher here that he'd run into another.
The door opened, revealing a blonde haired, blue eyed girl, who looked as though she wasn’t quite done shedding tears. Stepping in front of a moving car wasn’t a problem for David, nor was getting into a knife fight, though thankfully his mates had been more in favor of bare fists. He was a man who had literally broken out of prison and grew up on the streets. Even the fiercest frost of winter did not shake him, yet present him with a tear springing carrier of double X chromosomes between the ages of infancy and death and his resolve crumbled. In his life there had been a few times when he had gotten into serious trouble with his parents, and his da always had to point out “You made your Mum cry.” Somehow bringing shame to the family was to be held on the same regards as physical punishment that followed. If Anna started to cry about anything, David had an unexplainable urge to either give her whatever she wanted or go into hiding until it was safe. Sometimes that meant he just stood there idiotically.
Little Seyta offered up a license to him, forcing David to sit down his bag of groceries. If she claimed that she didn’t live in New York this was a much more serious issue than a kid left home alone. Children don’t randomly just appear inside of your complex, let alone an flat. Someone has to bring them in there, or they have to let themselves in. When it had come time to find his own place to live, Sledge had chosen this building because, number one, it was close to the Sanctuary, and number two, it had seemed like a safe enough place to live. Child trafficking was right up there on the list of things that was not alright in his books.
A careful study of the license however made that preposterous lie of Kaitlyn’s seem more plausible. He recognized the face frozen in the picture. As unattractive as these bits of American plastic tried to make you seem in photos, he could see the Seyta that he had run into a few times now. Yes this little Seyta had blonde hair and blue eyes, but the shape of the face wasn’t quite right, and there was no confidence in her. She was positively drowning in those jeans. Not once had his Seyta worn anything that didn’t flatter her.
But people’s appearance changes as they get older. Even though he still was called a baby face, David did grow out of most of his face roundness and now had jawbones that stuck out. Give him a few days and he’d go from having a smooth face to a five o’clock shadow that made him look at least a little bit closer to his actual age. Voices changed, for which he was so thankful. It was bad enough when his voice went high pitched on him. Imagine living life forever with your ten year old voice. Ladies were just more subtle with their changes. He very well could be looking at the young version of the Seyta he knew and hated him so well. Bloody hell did this mean that he was some sort of deviant for having hit on her in the past?
No. She was most certainly not a little kid then, and if she was, she shouldn’t have been in that bar, pub, club… wherever. “Radio was right. This is New York City, and if there’s anyplace to be lost in, be glad it’s here. Now, how about we make you a sarnie and figure out what to do alright?” His best plan, given his empty stomach, was to calm Seyta down and see if her history matched what he knew. Sledge was overlooking one simple fact though. Seyta had never told him about herself.
>> “Radio was right. This is New York City, and if there’s anyplace to be lost in, be glad it’s here. Now, how about we make you a sarnie and figure out what to do alright?”
Seyta nodded and opened the door all the way from him. "Ok... um whats a Sarnie?" Hopefully it was something good since she had woken up awhile ago and not eaten anything. With the thought of food and help what fear she had was fading quickly as she moved to a seat on one of the stool at the kitchen counter.
Posted by Sledgehammer on May 21, 2012 0:53:31 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
277
4
Jul 29, 2017 19:06:43 GMT -6
"A sarnie is an excellent start to the day when everything's gone pear-shaped," Sledge answered as he was granted entrance into the apartment. Giving her a bit of food meant that he would be able to eat as well, and after spending a weekend trying to avoid a serious medical emergency based entirely around food it sounded like the most appealing plan. "So much easier to think with a full stomach, wouldn't you agree?" Food was life. That's all there was to it. You can't function without it. Food also brought about comfort. For David nothing made him feel as warm and secure as a stomach full of lamb stew. It was the one shining moment about Christmas the way that his family presented it. Lamb stew meant home and seeing both his Mum and Da. The next best thing to the stew was a simple peanut butter and jelly sarnie. Lunchtime revealed a great deal about your home life. Buying a lunch was common place, but having a lunch from home meant something. It meant that someone cared enough for you that they sent you off with food they had made. Peanut butter and jelly was a classic, and as long as your parents understood the whole jams and jellies situation you were golden.
"Now where do you keep the peanut butter?" Sledge asked, pulling from the top of his grocery bag a loaf of wheat bread. The jelly no doubt was in the fridge, which meant that he was only in need of one critical element for their breakfast, which was actually a lunch item. Ah well, if one could consider pancakes and bacon an appropriate option for supper in the States why shouldn't lunch be moved up? Bacon and eggs was only to be eaten before ten in the morning in David's book, but he was game for a sandwich at any point in the day.
Whilst waiting for Seyta to reply on the peanut butter Sledge opened the fridge. There was the jelly, as he expected, and it was strawberry. Grape might be the more traditional option, at least there seemed to always be more brands of it and varieties at the grocer's, but traditions can get to be bland. "I can't claim to be a four star chef but I do alright with a loaf of bread and some basic staples," he addressed Seyta, his head poking about in the fridge for milk. Simple and timeless. Upon the discovery of the dairy product, Sledge turned back towards Seyta.
Maybe this was the Seyta he knew. Changed by some circumstances that he didn't know. Or maybe the woman he had those brief encounters with wasn't the real her, and he was only now seeing it. Mutants were on the rise and you couldn't always tell at a glance who was one. The milk carton was opened and he gave it an experimental sniff. Just as there was no guarantee that what you saw was what you get with "humans", milk was not always as good at first glance. Even the sell-by date could lie. This smelled fresh though, and he set it down on the counter.
"Not much in the way to drink in there," David said with a smile. Milk and beer did not exactly say "Child friendly". There had been no toys about, no teen magazines. On the whole nothing in the apartment gave any indication that a preteen lived there. The address on the license had matched up with their location, which meant that his Seyta did indeed live here. Somehow it was easier to believe that he was talking to a young version of her than to think that a kidnapping had occurred. And as cruel as it might sound, the con man was hoping that something had happened to Seyta which resulted in this young state. As an adult she had always seemed irked by him, but younger he had to be looking more like a good guy. If this situation was to be fixed somehow perhaps he'd be in her good graces for a change.
Seyta shrugged, she hadn't looked through everything. She was in a strange house so she didn't snoop, her parents taught her that. "I don't know... I'm not suppose to go through peoples stuff when its not my house." She watched him go into the fridge curiously. If a sarnie was food then she would try it.
>> "I can't claim to be a four star chef but I do alright with a loaf of bread and some basic staples... Not much in the way to drink in there"
"Milk is ok..." Seyta smiled weakly, after some food she needed David to help her find her way home. Asking him now would save time though. Mom and dad where probably worried about her if she went missing last night. "So do you know how to get to Massachusetts from here?"
Posted by Sledgehammer on Jun 5, 2012 20:00:57 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
277
4
Jul 29, 2017 19:06:43 GMT -6
Well damn. Sledge had been hoping that Seyta would tell him where the peanut butter was. There wasn't anything wrong in his opinion with poking around in others cupboards. A closed cupboard door was just meant to keep pets out and the contents fresh. Besides which if he was operating under the assumption that he was talking to a younger version of Seyta, she should know where she kept the bloody peanut butter. "You're against finding peanut butter, but are welcome to the idea of taking some milk from the fridge?" If she wasn't going to go for the sarnie then he might as well make a more traditional breakfast item. Toasters rarely were kept in cupboards, so toast and jelly was a possibility. “Iffin someone took you from your home I don’t think you should concern yourself with being on your best behavior.”
Not that Sledge thought Seyta was a victim of a kidnapping. Seyta was young, but not too young that she would blindly go with someone, which meant that force would have had to have been used. There were no signs of injury anywhere on the girl that Sledge could see. Then again she was wearing clothes that were meant for someone much older and taller. Which he felt was more evidence that he was talking to the same Seyta he had run into in the past. While he totally understood and supported changing into fresh clothes every morning it made sense to him for a child to stay in their own clothes upon waking up in a strange place. “What ’appened to the clothes you arrived here in?”
Seyta wanted to know how to get back to Massachusetts. For someone who studied maps and almanacs on a regular basis it wasn’t important that he did not live in America, at least not previously. “Where in Massachusetts? It’s a big state, and not all roads lead the same way. Unless you want to take a plane.” He pulled out a couple of slices of bread. So Seyta was from Massachusetts eh? Well it wasn't as though Sledge knew the difference between a Texan accent and a Georgia accent. Americans sounded more or less all the same to the Brit. The bread went into the toaster and Sledge's focus shifted slightly off of Seyta. In his mind he could see the road maps that would lead him to Massachusetts had he been able to drive, and it is hard to keep you mind on one thing when your stomach is saying hello.
>> "You're against finding peanut butter, but are welcome to the idea of taking some milk from the fridge? Iffin someone took you from your home I don’t think you should concern yourself with being on your best behavior.”
Seyta started to sniffle again, David hadn't exactly scolded her but she was only twelve. "I...I don't know... I guess not." Shaking her head clear she watched as he made some toast with jelly and took the slice offered with a weak smile. He had a point though, mom and dad wouldn't mind if she was lost in a strange persons house right?
>> “What ’appened to the clothes you arrived here in?”
That was a good question. She went to bed last night in her room and woke up here in a nightgown that wasn't hers. Actually nothing in the apartment was hers The violin looked similar but Seyta's was brand new and the one here was scratched and worn. "I don't know... I'm not sure how I even got here."
>> “Where in Massachusetts? It’s a big state, and not all roads lead the same way. Unless you want to take a plane.”
"Salem...' Seyta trailed off thinking for a moment, she forgot her parents most basic rule. Call home. "Mom and dad will be worried about me... I should call them before you help me get home."
Posted by Sledgehammer on Jun 14, 2012 19:18:16 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
277
4
Jul 29, 2017 19:06:43 GMT -6
David took a slice of toast and nibbled it most politely, studying little Seyta. She was probably around Kaitlyn's age, which meant that he had pretty much no idea what to do with her. That girl Gina said that nail polish and body glitter were a given as far as gifts go, but that meant he'd have to dip into his stockpile of bribes for someone that he was hoping would turn back into an adult. For now she was a confused little girl who probably shouldn't be left alone. He wasn't going to bring her up to his apartment. The idea was to impress her, and inviting an underage girl up to his flat was simply going to reek of creepy. It wasn't common for him to ask birds over without there being some sort of adult desire, even if just for some more drinks. There had been beer in the fridge, which he had as well, but in Sledge's cupboards were other types of alcoholic beverages, most of which were of the hard variety. Additionally there were some things he had in his flat that he didn't particularly wish for her to see.
When Seyta said that she wanted to get to Salem Massachusetts, Sledge's mind started to wander away from thoughts of how to handle the little girl. He knew how to drive there, though he could not do it himself. Despite his spending many afternoons in Charlie's shop, the Brit did not have the foggiest idea of how to drive a car. Charlie had tried to get him to do some work, but all that David ever did was beg off and find a way to not participate. Cars had engines, brakes, and a petrol line, but that was the limit of their components that he knew of.
Yet again because his focus had been off from Seyta, Sledge found himself wondering what they had just been talking about. Enough that he had blanked on who this little girl was, but not enough that he wondered why he was eating toast with her. She had been crying, he could see the evidence of that. It was strange to see this small thing in clothes meant for an older, and taller, lady. This didn't look like someone playing dress up. "Where did your parents run off to?"
"They're at home in Salem, that's why I need to call them." Seyta looked at David wit a puzzled look, didn't she just tell him that? Even weirder was the look he had, like he didn't know what they were taking about. She spaced out sometimes, maybe adults did it to. "That's why I need your help..."
She huffed sitting upright on the stool. Nothing was making any sense to her and she was starting to get annoyed as much as she was scared. "I just want to go home." She sniffled a bit as she finished her toast, washing it down with milk. David did made something to eat though, and he was trying to help... so it was a bit hard to be too mad at him.
Posted by Sledgehammer on Jun 26, 2012 20:10:00 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
277
4
Jul 29, 2017 19:06:43 GMT -6
The mot's parents were in Salem, and she was here in New York. Hardly the difference between him and his family, but he was a grown man, having provided for himself for years. A touch of homesickness paled in comparison to what might be occurring here. Once again Sledge took in the surroundings and observed that this apartment did not look as though a child should, or ever did, live there. He might not know what the popular fashion was for these Yankee preteen girls, but when it came to adults, Sledge wasn't left without a clue. This was the flat of the childless. Given how things looked consistent, as though there had been no compromises made in the design, he'd bet that this was a single's flat. "Now tha's some distance. Don't it seem odd to you that you're here, but they're there?"
It was, of course, a rhetorical question. Had it not been strange the girl wouldn't have been crying and he'd not be a part of this. There was however, the vague impression that he was overlooking a detail that he had known already, something that was important. This hadn't been the first time that he felt this way. Usually it hit him when he was engaged in less than legal activities, especially if he didn't have someone watching his back. It really should be bothering him more than it was, given how grave this situation could be, but given time he was sure that he'd remember, or the fact would present itself. "S'alright, just need to give them a call, explain things all calm like," David said, putting emphasis on t he word calm. In the past he'd escaped the worst of the law by acting panicked or upset. One to believe you should use all available assets, Sledge relished in his trustworthy face and how with a bit of waterworks he could look like a kicked puppy. Such tactics wouldn't help him should the girl's kin assume that the adult male watching over her was to blame for her being here and not in Salem. She had to explain what brought her to the flat without freaking out.
From his pocket Sledge extricated his cell phone. In the time since he had received it, Sledge had learned about how to work it, making him one of those few people to read the manual. He couldn't help it. Knowledge was a powerful thing, perhaps more than the almighty dollar. What better source of knowledge than that provided by the creator? He was familiar with the functions of his cellphone, but he did not use them much. Sledge simply did not trust something that so easily kept track of his calls. The less of a trail he made for himself the better. "Why not give them a ring?"