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It's been a week since your mysterious contractor made contact with you after the rookie draft left you all with crushed dreams and no real direction. Then without warning, you all where snapped up in the final round by a relatively unknown team. And by relatively unknown you meant completely and totally off the radar. Thunder Company had never participated in a draft, game, or even a skirmish. But, the money was good and the letter that came with it seemed heartfelt. And a quick google search showed the Address was somewhere in Upstate New York. With that in mind, you all set out to what would hopefully be your opening into Professional Tanking.
As you arrive at the address you find a massive Spanish Style villa backed into a heavily wooded Valley. As you drive down the driveway you catch sight of a large Railway depot of to one side of the house and several small warehouses backed up to a ten-foot tall block wall. Sitting right in front of the house were several armored cars, A red and white racing striped Puma, An AEC in a polished metallic Blue, and a Coventry in a dark burgundy with flame decals around the wheel wells. Several Italian Tankettes in a variety of candy colors sit not far away with a beautiful dark metallic green Alfa Romeo 4C Coupe.
There was a large concrete parking slab with a positively ancient looking R-4 Hoverfly American helicopter. Next to it is a large German half-track and a smaller Russian fuel truck.
A smattering of Folding chairs and a small stage with a large projector screen sit dominating the center of the courtyard. A large Mustard Yellow and Olive Green sign proudly proclaim. "Welcome Tankers!"
There is nobody in sight.
It's been a week since your mysterious contractor made contact with you after the rookie draft left you all with crushed dreams and no real direction. Then without warning, you all where snapped up in the final round by a relatively unknown team. And by relatively unknown you meant completely and totally off the radar. Thunder Company had never participated in a draft, game, or even a skirmish. But, the money was good and the letter that came with it seemed heartfelt. And a quick google search showed the Address was somewhere in Upstate New York. With that in mind, you all set out to what would hopefully be your opening into Professional Tanking.
As you arrive at the address you find a massive Spanish Style villa backed into a heavily wooded Valley. As you drive down the driveway you catch sight of a large Railway depot of to one side of the house and several small warehouses backed up to a ten-foot tall block wall. Sitting right in front of the house were several armored cars, A red and white racing striped Puma, An AEC in a polished metallic Blue, and a Coventry in a dark burgundy with flame decals around the wheel wells. Several Italian Tankettes in a variety of candy colors sit not far away with a beautiful dark metallic green Alfa Romeo 4C Coupe.
There was a large concrete parking slab with a positively ancient looking R-4 Hoverfly American helicopter. Next to it is a large German half-track and a smaller Russian fuel truck.
A smattering of Folding chairs and a small stage with a large projector screen sit dominating the center of the courtyard. A large Mustard Yellow and Olive Green sign proudly proclaim. "Welcome Tankers!"
There is nobody in sight.
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