The Snow Keep

Gregor's deep voice had awakened Ramsay from his sleep, and he cracked his one good pale eye open as the other was too bruised and swollen to be of any use. The sudden explosion had knocked him off the bed cot, and he hit the cold concrete floor with a thud. "Mountain sized motherfucker... Did you come in with a rocket launcher?!" He growled out the insult, cradling sore busted ribs just as the cell's locked security door's access panel turned from red to green, giving the Bastard of Bolton a way out. With a deadly grin, Ramsay rose to his feet and staggered outside, surveying the damage his best friend had caused to rescue him. Not bad... Now to find my own toys to play with and some damn clothes. He inspected the dead guards lining the hallway with growing annoyance, finding only one still half alive, half smothering in green like vapors to take his vengeance upon. "You're lucky I'm in a hurry, asshole, or I would savor this all the m

"What are you transporting?" the gate guard questioned with suspicious eyes, reading over the inventory ledger as his partner kept a raised assault rifle pointed at the semi-truck along with the intense beam of a flashlight. The pair of dogs chained up at the guard house was barking at the intruder but raised no specific threat. "Just the weekly fuel for all your toys. So go ahead and shoot and blow us all to kingdom come," a deep voice growled back, thick fingers tightening around the steering wheel, wanting to snap several necks instead. "Not to mention you're holding up my delivery schedule and I need to take a piss. This ain't no short ride over." "Yeah, yeah. I can't let anyone through if they're not on the list, buddy..." the guard replied, taking his sweet time flipping through the pages of the book. "All right, here it is... Blackwater Corporation?" he chuckled, slightly amused. "Clever name f