Lead Me to the Bliss [Faith Seed - Far Cry 5]

𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒

Warning: language, violence, cult talk, etc.

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Nathan was doing some research on the cult when his phone's screen started to become all staticky; a notification popped up saying, 'SERVICE LOST.'

"Hey Rookie. Rookie!" Sheriff Whitehorse exclaimed as Nate looked up from his phone. "You're wasting your time. There's no signal out here."

Cameron Burke, the Marshal, was reading a document on the Seed's, while I was flying the chopper toward Joseph's compound.

"Crossing over the Henbane now." Staci Pratt informed us as the statue of Joseph Seed came into view.

"Oh fuck, there he is." Deputy Hudson chimed in as I flew the chopper near the enormous, beautiful statue of Joseph Seed.

"Crazy motherfucker." Pratt added.

"Jesus..." Sheriff Whitehorse muttered.

"Lord have mercy..." Nathan whispered with wide eyes.

"We're officially in Peggie country." Hudson announced.

"How much longer?" The Marshal, Cameron Burke, asked incredulously.

"Just long enough for you to change your mind so we can turn this bird around." Whitehorse replied.

"That would be the smartest fuckin' thing to do." I chimed in, continuing to fly the helicopter closer to the Father's church. "I can turn around back to the station right now before it's too late."

"You want me to ignore a federal warrant, Sheriff? Alice?" The Marshal questioned.

"Sure." I replied nonchalantly, flying us in the direction of the Father's church. I didn't want them to go through with this, but if they do, I have a plan.

"No, sir. I want you to understand the reality of this situation. Joseph Seed, he's not a man to be fucked with." Sheriff Whitehorse answered. "We've had run-ins with him before and they haven't always gone our way. Just sometimes... sometimes, it's best to leave well enough alone."

"Yeah well, we have laws for a reason, Sheriff." The Marshal retorted.

"Hmm."

"And Joseph Seed is gonna learn that." The Marshall asserted.

"Pratt, open a call with dispatch." Whitehorse ordered.

"Ten-four." Pratt responded.

"Whitehorse to Dispatch. Over."

"Go ahead, Earl."

"We're approaching the compound, Nancy. Over." Whitehorse uttered.

"Roger, Sheriff. Still planning to go through with this? Over." Nancy inquired.

"We are— unfortunately— still trying to talk some sense into our friend, the Marshal. Over."

"Alright... he's lucky I'm not there. If you get into any trouble, you just let me know. Over."

"Ten-four. Over and out."

"Maybe we shoulda brought Nancy along with us instead of the Probie. These Peggies wouldn't fuck with her." Pratt basically insulted Nathan as he glanced over his shoulder and pointed at Nate.

"Screw you, Staci. What kind of name is Staci for a man anyway—" Nathan got cut off by Deputy Hudson.

"Pratt." Hudson threatened Staci, glaring at him.

"Why do you keep calling them Peggies?" The Marshal asked Whitehorse incredulously.

"Project at Eden's Gate: P.E.G.— Peggies. It's what the locals call 'em." Whitehorse replied. "You know, they started off harmless enough a few years back, but now, they are armed to the teeth. They're looking for a fight."