The delivery truck turns south toward the strip club, its tires rattling over broken pavement. Supplies thump in the rear while the bodega shrinks behind them.
A hard impact slams into the cargo wall behind the cab. Something shifts among the crates, followed by a muffled voice calling for help.
Delivery Driver
That is not mine. I loaded nothing after leaving the bodega. Nobody was in the truck when I started it.
Tactical Survivor
Keep driving. Maya, do not open that latch until we know what is inside.
The Tactical Survivor raises his bow across the cramped cab, angling past KaptKroniK toward the rear doors. Maya twists around and reaches for the latch anyway.
Maya
There is someone back there. If they are trapped, I am not leaving them with the supplies.
Another impact dents the cargo wall from within. The voice calls again, weaker this time, while the truck rolls toward the club and the rear latch sits under Maya’s hand.
“Get to strip club have driver open the latch question both see who's lying and shoot them”
SUCCESS (Good Firearms, rolled +2)
KaptKroniK
Pull over at the club. Open the cargo latch, and keep your hands where I can see them.
The delivery driver brakes beside the strip club. Under KaptKroniK's pistol, he climbs out, unlocks the rear latch, and swings both doors wide.
A young adult woman in a torn gray hoodie lies among the supplies, wrists bound with packing tape. Her face is dusty, but her eyes are alert and fixed on the driver.
KaptKroniK
Who are you, and why were you hiding in his truck? Which one of you is lying?
Delivery Driver
She was already inside when I found the truck. I left her there because she threatened me.
Cargo Stowaway
He locked me in after I saw what he carried out of the bodega. He is not the driver.
The conflicting answers settle nothing. KaptKroniK fires twice, once at the driver and once at the stowaway. Both fall still, leaving the truck, supplies, and unanswered accusation behind.
✓ Quest Accepted
Secure the truck and supplies