"If it's not too inconvenient for you, yeah, thanks!"

He spends about twenty minutes having a couple of guys load everything into his new truck. Pulling camera wires and sensors and wifi routers and everything. Then climbs in the drivers seat, says, "Cheers and good luck!" And carefully starts backing out and turning around with the tanker truck.

"Bye!" Wave wave.

And off he motors toward the soup kitchen.

It contains rows of plastic tables, volunteers working with big pots, and a general subdued air. There are literal big pots of soup, as well as small amounts of fresh produce and bread. The people shuffling through mostly take the soup and go. It's kind of quiet. Subdued. A woman matching the description of Ann is present, one of the volunteers. She's trying real hard to keep the energy of the room up and not let the hopelessness set in.

Cam swings over to her. "Are you Ann?"

Her eyes narrow and one of the other volunteers looks over in concern. "Sure am, you heard of me? Who's asking?"

"Roland mentioned you in connection with this place. My name's Cam. Can you tell me who I go to about donating?"

"Oh! Well, he never told me about you, but welcome! Always good to have someone else who wants to help. Honestly? If it's food, just put it down over there. Everything goes into the pot, and calories are calories. If it's money or something else, Sammy's the one in charge of scheduling and logistics. The cybergoth over there, wearing welding goggles on top of her head."

"I was thinking food, I'm not at this moment as liquid as I'd like to be."

"Well, you'll be doing a good thing by it. Lots of people just need a little bit to get back on their feet!" She gives a wide smile.

"Is that so? I was imagining it'd mostly be, like, lots of people need... food... to not be hungry... but if you're actually seeing a lot of feet getting under a lot of folks here that's very cool."

"Well, there are a few success stories... That kind of thing appeals to people who are considering donating, you know. And if you don't have to go to a loan shark to not starve, things are a lot easier, right? We can't help people with rent or addictions so much, but food is a start. And we try to connect people to work or safe places to rent, when we can."

"Neat! Anyway, I'll go get some donations."

Off he goes to be unobserved somewhere and come back with a dolly and boxen.

He sure is getting a lot of stuff from random unobserved caches, huh. It's like people are starting to notice and try and tail him or something. He's seeing a few drones lingering near him, and a few faces following behind.

Well, he's not going to make stuff in front of any of those. He's going to take the motorcycle back to his garage, if people are going to follow him like that, and come out with a trailer - probably can't get away with a pickup truck right off - and motor it back over.

The stall operator parked right in front of the gate into the garage waves him down as he approaches. "Hey, name's Red. So the deal I had with Roland is that I'm sort of unofficially part of the security system, and he'll pass me junk or scrap metal or random excess components or first aid kits or whatever else he's got spare once in a while, ten or twenty bucks a day's worth. I look nice and normal, just part of the landscape, you dig head? In exchange I counted the drones poking around, see if anyone's spying, let him know if someone tries the door or seems to be casing the place."

"Oh, cool, cheap at the price. Do you prefer scrap to cash?"

"Yeah scrap, 's less obvious. Cause I give you a buck for the scrap and turn it around for five, ten, twenty, so you're just a sucker, not my boss."

"Ah, I see. I'm sure I'll turn up something for you soon."

"Yep, see ya soon!"

The garage is empty save for anything Cam has put into it. It is also bug-free. He might want to put the security stuff Roland took out back in, or his own versions, anyway.

Yeah, he does a quick pass putting his own bugs in places and then he comes out with a motorcycle trailer. Nobody saw him put it in, well, they must have missed something! Back to the soup kitchen he goes.

The mood is more subdued and one of the bulkier cooks is sporting a black eye.

"Whoa," says Cam, pulling in his dolly, "what'd I miss?"

"Couple heads tried to bring their outside grievances in here. Nothing we couldn't handle."

"Sometimes de-escalation doesn't work" Ann adds. "We try our best. It's not like calling Tower Group would help."

"I guess not! You want an ice pack for that eye? I've got some stuff on ice in here." Didn't a second ago but that's because he didn't actually have to transport it very far.