“Let me through, I’ll make this worth your while…” This was something you heard everyday, but it was 10x more offensive when coming from Hobo Jo. “Papers, please.” You said, ignoring his request. Instead of his documents, he slid 3 crumbled up ration cards across the desk.

You sighed before reaching across the table and pressing that big red button. “Hey! Wait!” The man tried to protest before he was dragged away by standby guards. “Next…” what an awesome job…

Next in line was Joel Miller, he’d been a topic of discussion due to whispers that he was smuggling things in and out of the QZ. And now, here he was, coming back into the QZ with a huge duffel bag over his shoulder, but that was none of your business.