The Pulse Sparrows began unpacking the truck. LQ took particular interest in a few things. Evelyn Rockefeller was obsessed with the Ghost, so he made collected everything the Ghost put into the world, including old classic vehicles. 1979 Dodge Power Wagon, colored in Burnt Rust Orange caught his eye.
"Ain't this a beauty." he said running his hand over the faded paint.
The group had also decided to move fully into the building, no rent to pay, just a place over their heads, a safe place. The Ghost was busy walking down memory leave, looking over his Grandpa's 2000 Chevy S10, it hadn't been dinged or damaged by the laser, and Evelyn even went through the trouble of having the rust fixed. Then in came his 04 Ford Mustang and 1989 Ford Bronco. The little Bronco was damaged and was in definite need of a tune up, however the Mustang was still running.
"LQ, if ya like the Power Wagon, take it, it yours." The Ghost said tossing him the keys.
"Fuck ya GH, thanks man." said LQ
The others were busy moving their belonging into their new home. Big Mick was also there painting the Pulse Sparrows' logo on the wall. Everything was coming together nicely, a new home/base, good people to be around and plenty of classic metal. Kip was working on installing a sound system for the base, while Kay finished setting up her room.
"This will be so fun!" she said hugging Rose
"Yea, just it'll take getting used to." Rose replied
The Ghost was busy getting the cobwebs out of his Mustang, along with LQ pimping out the 79' Power Wagon.
"You fixed these?" LQ asked
"Rescued that one years ago, almost 100-year-old parts in that thing." answered the Ghost.
"What about the Mustang?"
"Bought that one used, not to shabby. Just a 3.9L Supercharged V6, straight piped with a posi-rear end, and colored matte torino ford red. Can't get better than that."
"Hell yea man, Mick said he's gonna get the vehicles some bootlegged fuel, some of that good shit, we gonna need it." laughed LQ
"Ever consider having Mick join us?" asked the Ghost
"I don't think he would, but maybe he'd move on in, we got a shop, why not have him here. Working safe in Sparrows' territory?"
"I'll talk to him, good idea."
Mick had finished the first logo on the wall in the lounge as they were calling it when the Ghost walked in."
"Aye Ghosty, what can Big Mick do for ya mon?"
"Mick, the Sparrows' wanted to extend a hand and say join us, and I wanted to see if you'd like to move in here, we got shop space, plenty of room and safe in Sparrow territory."
"Mon, LQ said ya'd have a big request, gimme some time to tink on it."
"Roger that Mick."
The Sparrows' Nest was finished later that evening, the truck was pulled around back, and the crew and their friends were celebrating. Mick ultimately decided to join them, set up shop at least in the nest, hoping they'd keep up their end of the bargain he'd struck with them.
The Ghost stood on the roof of his building, thinking about everything he'd been through, everyone he'd lost and gained since Ottawa fell victim to the NWO. It seemed like a lifetime ago, 50 odd years had passed since then and now he was in a new world, with strangers who'd become his friends. He raised his beer up to the sky, "Cheers friends, may you all be at peace." he said before taking a swig.
Free City was home to all types of outcasts, lowlifes, criminals, tech-tycoons, and more. Now it was home of the Legendary Ghost of Ottawa, a man frozen for 150 years, his city leveled by the NWO, his friends executed by a corrupt wealth member of the NWO, and now, he was back to collect on the debts he was owed.