Mick Flanagan's terminalEdit
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Mick Flanagan's Terminal - Keep Out!
The first layoffs hit Hornwright this week. Twelve men, all with families. Some of them worked at the company for ten years or more. No warning, no severance. It was all in the contract, you see. "Hornwright reserves the right to terminate this agreement at any time without warning." It's kind of ironic how a bunch of stinking lawyers with pens could break the backs of miners with pickaxes. It happened so quickly, it took time to figure out the cause. Turns out they started bringing in robots from that new-fangled AMS company that built Watoga. That means something needs to be done, before we ALL lose our jobs.
Finally had a chance to speak with O'Conner and Fletcher today. They've agreed to gather twenty miners each and meet back at the woods outside of Charleston. It's time to meet and figure out how we're going to fight Hornwright, AMS and anyone else that threatens our way of life. I'm sensing that a few of the miners don't want to join the cause, but we'll make them change their mind. It's all of us, or none of us. There's nothing in between.
The plan's set. O'Conner's group is heading to Watoga to protest AMS, Fletcher's group will head to Charleston to flip the finger at Hornwright and my group is going to slow down the works at the Rockhound on Mount Blair. We'll shout, we'll hold signs and we swing a single pick until they're willing to talk to us. We got Sam Blackwell waiting in the wings to give us a hand if the companies are willing to talk. I only hope we can keep our people in line, I'm hearing some folks talking about going farther than just protesting.
Two of the folks from my group got arrested last night for throwing rotten vegetables at Penny Hornwright's limo. Cops said some bullcrap about "assault," but how can you hurt someone with a tomato? We tried to put a call into Sam Blackwell since he knows the legal mumbo-jumbo, but he suddenly isn't answering any of our calls. When I finally got through to his secretary, she said she hadn't seen him in days. I hope this isn't a trick that AMS or Hornwright cooked up to weaken our side.
Flethcer's entire group was arrested last night for trespassing on Hornwright property and he got canned. Somehow the property line for the mine "mysteriously" moved one hundred feet outwards overnight, and the miners didn't know they were standing on private land. That son-of-a-bitch of a CEO, Daniel Hornwright waited until Blackwell skipped out on us to pull this stunt. So, likes to play dirty? Fine, we'll play dirty. Let's see how he likes it when we take some shovels to his damn Auto-Miners.
Word came in from Welch that a bunch of veins of Ultracite peeked out their nasty mugs after a ground-shaker two days ago. Lost half of my team when they ran home to start grabbing whatever they could. Not even twelve hours after the frenzy, AMS goon squads moved in ready to demolish houses to get at "their property." People were none too please . That's when shooting broke out. I've called for another meeting with O'Conner's group. We need to act now, before AMS and Hornwright erases us from the map.
We've decided to split into two groups again. I'm taking my group to capture the Rockhound on Mount Blair and O'Conner will take his to Bramwell to blow their Mega Mansions sky-high. Since Hornwright are such good friends with AMS, it's time to show them both we aren't the kind of folk that can be pushed around. After we're heard here, it'll be time to take the fight to Watoga and burn it to the ground. It's possible this will be my last entry, so if anyone reads this and I'm long buried, I hope they carry on the message and keep the fight alive.