Date: January 31, 1963
Location: Cheyenne Wyoming
Time: 6:54 AM
Railroad: Union Pacific

Metal Gloss arrived in her station wagon, but Hawkeye was not with her.

Pete: *Signing papers in his office*
Metal Gloss: *Arrives*
Pete: Metal Gloss, where's Pierce?
Metal Gloss: Ever since he arrived late yesterday in that freight with Stylo, he hasn't been taking it well.
Pete: What did he do?
Metal Gloss: He's been drinking heavily, and locked himself in his own room. He won't talk, of anything.
Pete: Hmm, it's not like Pierce. After work, we're going to try to talk to him. All of us.

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At night, Hawkeye walked to a bar. Several neon lights were on above, and in front of him. He thought the lights were too bright when he got to the bar.

Hawkeye: *Covering his eyes as he walks in*
Ponies: *Looking at Hawkeye*
Hawkeye: Hey, someone needs to fix the neon sign. u want your customers to go blind, and get lost?
Bartender: The sign is fine the way it is pal. What do u want?
Hawkeye: *Gives the bartender a twenty dollar bill* As many beers as possible.
Bartender: Right then. *Goes to get the drinks while looking up* Dear lord, please help this stallion.
pony 85: *Walks up to Hawkeye* Hey, you've been up here several times.
Hawkeye: No shit.
pony 85: u came up here eleven years geleden when they scrapped a steam locomotive, u dropped door in 1960 when your friend was in the hospital, and now you're back. What's buggin' u this time?
Hawkeye: Do u know how it feels when you're biggest accomplishment goes down the drain?
pony 85: Jesus christ, what the-
Hawkeye: Look. I'm not in the mood to talk. If u fuck off, I'll let u have five of my beers.
pony 85: Mh, okay.
Bartender: *Arrives with forty beers* Here u are Mr. Hawkins.
Hawkeye: Thanks.
pony 85: *Taking five beers, and walks away* hallo Off, can I fuck you?
Hawkeye: Not what I meant, but at least it worked.

Stop the song. At Hawkeye, and Metal Gloss' house, Pete, and the rest of the railroad ponies arrived with Metal Gloss.

Metal Gloss: Pierce? Some vrienden are here to see you. *Knocks on his door* Pierce?
Dan: I'm beginning to get a bad vibe.
Stylo: Are u sure he's home?
Metal Gloss: The door is locked, he has to be here. Let me get the key. *Goes downstairs*
Pete: Pierce? It's Pete. We all came over to see how you're doing.
Percy: Please talk to us Hawkeye.
Metal Gloss: *Returns, and unlocks the door*

As soon as they took a look inside, they noticed the room was empty, and that a window was left open.

Stylo: Now are u sure he's home?
Metal Gloss: We need to go find him!

Everyone ran out of the room in zoek for Hawkeye.

2 B Continued