The Central Station Haven was a sizable camp created within a subway station. The railways had been blocked off after too many attacks came from them. The stairway into the tunnels became the only way inside, and that was constantly guarded by armed guards
Much of the haven is filled with immigrants and traders, but it has less electronics due to the lack of gas or ways to power such luxuries. Many of the maintenance tunnels remain open so that the station can operate comfortably, and so that they can restore original function if the opportunity arises.
A bounty hunter named Matthew Mccreed came to the entrance of this camp. His revolver in its holster, he approached the guards after they waved him over.
“Name?” One of the guards asked. Matthew smirked at the semantics behind the questions.
“Matthew.” He replied.
“And surname?” The guard questioned.
“Mccreed.” Matthew said simply.
“And what’s your business here, Mccreed?” The guard ask with a hint of suspicion.
“I’m just here to resupply. Have some trading to do.” He replied.
The guards parted for him and waved him through, Matthew tipped his hat in thanks and went down the stairs into the station.
As Matthew was on his way down, another man came was coming up to the entrance. This man was a scavenger named Mal’Ganis Geh’Draxias, he was a dark tiefling that knew his way around the Central Station Haven. He came up to the entrance when the guards waved him over as well.
“Name?” They asked
“Well, my name is Mal’Ganis.” he said, knowing all too well that they knew who he was.
“Surname?” They asked
“Geh’Draxias.” Mal’Ganis replied.
“What’s your business here?” He asked.
“Well, I’m here to do some trading, as well as some business.” He said explaining.
The guards looked at each other for a moment.
“We’re going to have to search you for illicit items and contraband. Please step over here.” The guards said, motioning to the side of the entrance. Mal’Ganis begrudgingly did so. He put his backpack down, as they had him put his hands up on the wall, feet apart to check for hidden items, and they checked inside his backpack.
All of his items were given back, except for a gallon of ale.
“We are going to have to seize this as contraband.” The guard said simply.
“Why? This seems a little bit like a shakedown” Mal’Ganis said.
The guard went up to him and leaned in.
“You’re lucky we don’t seize all of it. Now do you want to go in, or not?” He asked, trying to intimidate Mal’Ganis.
“Fine.” he said with a huff, then headed down into the station.
As Mal’Ganis came down, he saw a man leave the lobbyist, and head in. The lobbyist beckoned Mal’Ganis over in a friendly manner. He head over to where she was.
It was a human woman sitting at a desk just to the side of the bottom of the stairs. On the desk was an old computer from the pre-cataclysm era. To either side of the desk was a guard leaning against a side of the arch that the desk was under.
“Name?” She asked him.
“Mal’Ganis” He said, and she began clacking a few keys at her computer.
“How do you spell that in English?” She asked. Though Mal’Ganis was used to speaking in common, he did know the English language, as did most people within Manhattan.
He spelled it out for her, and she typed it in.
“And surname?” she asked, looking up from the computer screen as she did.
“Geh’Draxias.” He said, then began spelling it out before she could ask.
“And what is your business here?” She asked.
“Trading.” He replied shortly.
“And do you know how long you will be staying? Is this just a quick stop? Or will you be staying for longer than a week?” She asked.
“Uh, I haven’t completely decided, but it will be at least one day.” He said.
“Okay, I will put it down as undetermined. Just see me on your way out if it is within a week, or let me know that you will be staying longer once a week is up.” She said.
Mal’Ganis nodded, and then left. He went straight towards the bathroom.