The Town of Salem

Transporter

Alignment:
Town (Support)

Abilities:
Choose two people to transport at night.

Attributes:
Transporting two people swaps all targets against them.
You may transport yourself.
Your targets will know they were transported.

Goal:
Lynch every criminal and evildoer.

A man stood in the garage of his home, in his element as he surrounded himself with the mechanics of the transportation of the century. The pads of his fingertips gently stroked the metal cover of his car, chilled by its cool touch.

He walked towards the door into his home, his calloused hands twisting the door knob as he felt an itch consuming him. He stopped in his tracks, looking over his shoulder towards his uncovered vehicle. He looked at the clock mounted on the wall.

It was nearly midnight.

The man snatched the keys with an invigorating energy, rushing to the front seat of his car. He threw open the glove box, snatching his tattered map as he began plotting his route for the night. He had started to chuckle to himself, bringing the car into the driveway as he began his journey.

For the past few months, the town had been eerily quiet, issues rarely presenting themselves after a large group of killers brought turmoil to Danvers and the town of Salem. The envoy stroked his dashboard, his fingers tapping melodically as he thought of the lack of action.

The man was a trouble maker. He would enjoy going out in the middle of the night to take people from their homes. He wasn't one to cause a scene, but he naturally would cause a panic as he took his targets from one home to another. He insisted that he was saving his fellow neighbors, taking them out of harm's way as he saved him from the evil of the world. Little did he know, he was only adding to the chaos himself.

The man heard a rustling in the bushes nearby, causing him to look up from his map as he glanced upon the entrance of the village. He noticed a young woman walk with a long stride, watching her as she approached, examined, and entered the first house.

He chewed his thumb nail, looking at his map. Ever since the original tenants had vacated the home, he had failed to incorporate it into his master plan as it underwent renovations. He grabbed a pen from a spare compartment on his dashboard, heavily circling the home.

Looking once more for the girl, he noticed that she had already disappeared into the depths of the empty building. He threw the map into the seat beside him, sneakily driving his vehicle past her driveway, acting as though he were about the leave the village for the night. He peered into the window, seeing that she was admiring the living space. He forced himself to pull forward, taking the long path towards the main highway.

He continued to glance back and forth from the map to the road. He thought of his future plans, the hum of the engine relaxing him as he thought of the action he could take the next night. He was thinking of the young girl, wondering what her role in society would be. He thought of the evil that still lurked the town, slamming his hand against the horn. The noise blared through the empty path, the echo slapping him in the face.

She would have to be transported the very next evening.