Borgia ManusThe sun rose above the Salvation's Outpost. Borgia emerged from the tent he was sharing with five other Salvation in Camp A. He took in the Camp. Marie, Mark Colgan and a young Salvation member were all sitting. Borgia approached them.
"Marie. Mark." Borgia turned to the young Salvationer.
"Yes, boy?"
"Mr Borgia, sir. Mr Kendle, the man in charge of Camp F, sent me here to ask you when we move out from this temporary outpost," the boy replied nervously.
Sam. Putting him in charge of a camp was a risky move as the man was a borderline psycho, but he was a valiant warrior.
"What is your name, son?" Borgia enquired.
"Colin," the boy answered.
"Colin, tell Sam that this Outpost is more permanent then before planned." Borgia paused. "Tell him this is our home, for the time being, and to make himself comfortable."
Colin nodded and ran from the camp. Borgia turned to Marie.
Beautiful Marie, with her long bright red hair, her small freckles, her great big briasts and wonderful---. Borgia shook his head violently and cleared his mind.
"As this is our new home, it's only right to name it."
"Indeed Borgia, I'll get some people preparing a sign. What name do you wish?" Borgia considered this. He remembered reading about a place beside the sea. A place of beauty and happiness.
"Call it
Salvation Beach. And as our new home, send me somebody who will be capable of of running shops and such." Marie nodded and set off to begin.
"Sir, you wished to see me?" Mark Colgon asked. Mark was an Asian man, very charismatic. However, as a cannibal there are few ways to apply the skill.
"Mark, you are to enter New Manhattan today with one of our Bramhin. Search the camps for a suit. A clean suit. We do not want whoever runs New Manhattan to know who we are, so they will think we are merely a great new caravan company named Salvation." Mark nodded and set off in search for his suit.
Borgia looked to the second tent of Camp A. The young lad known as Leeroy was standing outside it, stretching.
"Scout, come," Borgia yelled at Leeroy. The Scout ran to him. He was certainly very fast and agile.
"You know the ghoul, Anton? I do not know at which camp he resides, but find him and send him to me." Leeroy set off from Camp A with tremendous speed.
Let's do this thing.