Hell Or High Water (Escape From Tarkov + Arknights)

Chapter VII

At a local Laterno Church among the newer, modern appearing apartments, shops and a park at the core area of Sector 17, many of the Laterans who found themselves moved to the city would partake the morning worship there using some of their morning times as it is the biggest church in the area that uses its 378 seats out of the 450 max capacity it could house. Observing the exterior and the interiors of the church by itself would make one believe that they went to a church inside the Holy City itself.

Despite the relatively less amount than other patrons, Laterans did invest in the construction of the Mobile City as an exchange for their churches to pay less taxes yearly to the authorities in comparison to the land they used and also possessing the right for allowing their citizens who bring along their own self defense weapons into the city where they only have to obey the local laws and to resupply them for the need of ammunition. Said supply though, was never free outside of those within the churches' ranks.

As the morning prayers was about to end with the Archbishop giving his final prayer to the almighty lord in the heavens above for his divine blessings, the Lateran prists in grey opened the main doors of exit in advance to allow the follower's leave in a better tempo. While they were standing guard at the doors and looking at the Archbishop from the very rear stepped in a woman in lightened steps that were masked under the loud speakers used for the prayer until she was behind them.

The two prists then turned over and looked at the Iberi before one identified her and communicated via his hushed voice."Please head left to the restroom behind that door and wait, miss Fiammetta. I'll inform Archbishop Pius to your arrival." She then replied with a nod and headed there where she closed the door just before a synced Amen echoed throughout the church loudly by the faithful.

Somewhere in Sector 23 of District 23, Lungmen Slums
Forecast: Cloudy and windy, 13:27 hours

"The weather in the city is significantly colder today, The Cold Weather Warning is now in force." At the channel spoken in Victorian broadcasting the female reporter's show were the display and sound of an old, thick color televison played as it received the frequency from the building's antenna it was plugged into. Gathered along its staining surface and thick sides were dusts of couple milimeters at least, and a metallic plate to its left that was supposed to be the covering lid of a box for pastry cakes. Housed above it were a statue for the god of the lands and bundles of incense burning gently to its right in the container for itself.

"The Observatory said residents should expect a minimun temperature of 12 degrees Celicus in urban areas. Anita Mui has more." The television continues, as within the space it was in is currently in a hectic time where plenty of mouth to feed becomes the case, and plenty of eyes watching the TV that is center left of the space from the entry, to either gain the newest information of the day or to suspend the boredom that is upon them while waiting for their food in the dining establishment. Some continues to read the Lungmen Post newspaper that were freshly printed in the early morning as they often takes the drinks they got for a sip, some who were seemingly regulars just sits close to the kitchen or register and chat with the chief or server who would play the role of a cashier simultaneously while they were working, only to stop their topics a little should they get interrupted, often times the people interrupting was actually jumping into their topic as well and they continued their friendly conversations.

One of the staff in white apron walked pass first the vinyl player that had been playing all the time then the table after table upon leaving the kitchen in the depts of the establishement, carried on his hands were two plates of a sandwich with fillings including bacons plus an egg worth of scrambled eggs at the side on one square dish and a bun with cruchy, sugar cookie like crust that looked like a pineapple with it's golden-brown color and checkered top at a circle one, was slice in the middle of the bun vertically to stuff a butter that was slightly melting in between. He then stops at a table of two located at the seats that was the opposite of the television, whom were not from around the neighbourhood given by their distant outfits and the traits they possessed.