When: Today
Where: Big Rico's Pizza
Status: On Going
Rating: Low
There are two constants in life. Death, and the fact Poe was currently starving.
Waking up in a suspicious place full of more suspicious people may have thrown most people for a loop, but Dameron had always been able to hit the ground running and this was no exception. He'd been held captive or taken hostage enough times to know that nothing was accomplished by sitting still or having an empty stomach.
Having no money and even fewer other resources, Dameron followed the smell of reheated frozen pizza dough and stale tomatoes to Big Rico's Pizza. It only took him a few minutes to talk the owner into letting him mop floors and wash dishes for a couple of slices. So after putting in an hour's work, he took a soda and a cardboard plate, which was practically disintegrating under the weight and oil of his food, outside. He sat on the Pizzeria's side steps, blotting his lunch with paper towel and contemplating what his next move might be.
He had a lot of questions about how might manage something like this and what their purpose could possibly be, and 'Big Rico' didn't seem like the right person to ask. The person on the radio he heard the night before seemed informed enough, but Dameron had no idea where to find him. He hoped that a bite to eat and a bit of rest would help him clear his mind, because he needed to get home. His friends were waiting.