Once in the car again, they looked at the map. It was a map of Battle Mountain and the surrounding area. It included a large mountain, marked “Mount Tobin”. There was a route highlighted on the map, with accompanying directions, leading to a spot a few miles from Battle Mountain.
Charles was the first to speak.
“I suppose that means we should go there. To the middle of a desert in the middle of nowhere.”
Dominica answered, “I suppose so.”
“What she said.”
They all sat silently for a moment. Claire wondered if one of the others would speak. Then she realized that they were all wondering the same thing, so started the car.
Ten minutes later, they arrived in, as Charles had said, a desert. There were so distinguishing features, except for the excessive bareness of it. Claire also noticed that there was a noticeable lack of objects that could be used as cover. There was also a lone figure standing in the desert, next to a white, beaten up, sedan.
Claire parked the car, and the four of them got out. They walked toward the figure. As they approached, Claire saw that it was man of average height and weight, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. As they neared him, he began to approach them as well. Claire could now see him more clearly, and make out facial details. He appeared to be in his late twenties. He had messy red hair, and was wearing sunglasses. Something about him seemed eminently likeable. Once they were close enough, he spoke.
“Hello, and welcome to Nevada. Glad to see you all made it here. I’m Jackson Bennett, but my friends call me Mr. Bennett, and I would definitely like to think of you as friends, as opposed to the alternative which would involve me getting shot…” he trailed off, then returned with, “Anyway, I rather suspect that you have more than a few questions for me, so fire away.”