An introduction...

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Trent is picking up the weapons of the dead enemies when he finds a strange pouch on Larry the mutant. When he opens it he finds two chemical grenades, a 100 round belt for the machine gun and a small batteri powered radio(walkie talkie). He tosses it to Grim.

"Can you work this thing? If they are using radios then maybie we can listen in."
 
"I say we gather up what we need, dump the rest. We can't carry everything so pick what you need. Stimpacks especially. Don't forget the heads. Take as many as you can. Each one's worth a hundred caps."

Grim looks at Trent and Red Dragon, "It's either we get out of here with the tunnels or we try to fight them off again. But I'm guessing, they come back again, they won't withdraw."
 
Grim tries the radio. It comes up mostly static, some voices, but nothing too clear.

"maybe its the batteries, or maybe its the damn crater causing interference, but it's just static, some words. If I was going to guess, I would say they're calling in the big guns."
 
Grim stays low, finds his old hatchet and, using his foot against the dead skuls head, removes it. Then he whacks off the head and puts it in the bag. He moves amoung the dead skulls, removing each head, also checking for ammo, stims, caps, weapons, anything of value.

The redhead calls into the watercloset, 'Metro? Metro, Look darlin, we got to move that shitter out and get to the tunnel, You think you could come out now?"

OOC- Ok, time to get back to work. Will check tomorrow. Good night!
 
Trent goes into the restroom and smashes the toilet, feces fly everywhere, underneath there is a trapdoor.

"hey guys I found it!"

"Thats good." Grim says. "Everybody ready?"

Trent opens the trapdoor. The stench almost makes him gag as he goes down. There are poorly carved steppes that lead down about four meters into small room with a large steel door covering one wall.

"I guess this is it" Jethro says.

The door is old but sturdy and it took all of Grim's, Trent's and Red Dragon's strength combined to get it open. The door leads to a small hallway, about 15ft long, with an elevator at the end. They can see that underneath all the dirt are concrete walls.

"What the hell is this place?" The Barmaid asks.
 
You guys stay here i will try to fihgt off the rest i ain't worth living any more it's been nice knoing you poeple now get the fuck outta here
 
Don't read the top one i made to many mistakes

You guys go and i will try and fend them off i might as well try to go out fighting while your guys go out and escape and i thank you poeple for not killing me for my past NOW get the fuck outta here
 
OOC- I wouldn't worry much about the mistakes. I think we've all made quite a few.

Grim thinks about what Red Dragon says. Doesn't like it. Neither does Trent.

"I don't like it. I don't like leaving someone behind, no matter what kind of sick twisted serial killer psycho lunatic he is." Grim begins to move around the bar, placing obstacles in the holes in the wall, reinforcing the building, especially where the mutant Larry broke through.

Trent, "nods, ya. I know. This ain't right. God knows that those clowns will do to him."

Grim agrees, "Yeah, but he's got a point. If no one stays behind, the Skuls and their mutie buddies will get suspicious. They may decide to take the place rather than destroy it. We need to make it look like it’s occupied, and we got to be able to destroy this place as well, leave no trail."

Trent nods. "But if we go down there, armed with only shotguns, rifles and mutants, what about the Winnamingos, or Deathclaws. We don't have much chance down there either."

"Yes, but at least we might escape.”Jethro chimes in, “Here we wait, and when they have enough men, or feel they have the edge, they'll come back. And there are fewer of us now."

Cindy the barmaid peers down the tunnel, "She-it, but it does stink down there."

Jethro hobbles over and looks, "yep, it ain't pretty, for damn sure. That's Deathclaw shit, and it smells like that Death claw is sick, and some'n died in it."

Trent looks over at Jethro, "How do you know so much about Deathclaws."

"Hell, run into 'em all the time up in the mountains. They like to run in them caves and all, make a hatch. Deadly bastards too.
Say follow'n your reasonin' I think I got somethin that can help us out. I got me some Plastique, that would blow the hell out of this place, and I got me some flamer fuel, maybe we can use for torches."

Grim takes the fuel and Cindy begin to make torches using broken wood from the tables and chairs and rags made of the cloths of the dead.

Trent comes up with an idea. "Can you rig a detonator?A plunger?"

"'Fraid not. My plunger got a hole in it, I don't recon it will work or at least get enough charge. But I do got some timers that work just as well." replies Jethro.

Trent looks over at Red Dragon, "Look, If you set a charge, say for 30 seconds or so, you can get down the tunnel and follow us out. But if they kill you before you can blow this place, they'll now where we went."

Grim agrees, "yep and then they'll try to seal us in or might even come looking for us."

Trent nods and speaks to Red Dragon, "Yep, so we got to blow this place down upon the tunnel. But 30 seconds is time enough for you to escape. Can you make it?” Then he looks for Metro, but doesn’t see him. “Metro, you still with us?”


Further away, the Skul leader surveys the bar. The place is riddled with bullets, so much so that the structure is beginning to give way. The top floor is soon to collapse inward. Maybe they won’t have to attack.

The Mutant leader returns from conferring with his aide. “We got more comin’.Mutants, and more of you Skuls. Tonight we kill them all. “
 
Alright i will do it but if i get killed i am sorry you guys get going i will set the bombs and everything you guys get going we don't have alot of time on our hands so as jethro, grim, trant and the barnmaid head down into the trap door red dragon is seeting the charges " All right you sonovea BITCHES YOU WANTA PIECE OF THIS HUH ALLRIGHT SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND !!!! Red dragon starts shooting at the mutants and the skulls and starts running to the shitter and jumps down to the bottom and sets off the detonator and blows up the bar and heads into the tunnel and goes and meets up with the other people
 
Red Dragon comes running in to the small hallway and Trent shuts the door, hard.
As the bar is blown to bits the grounds skakes horribly but the underground structure holds.

"Whatever this place is, it was built to last" Jethro says.

Trent replies: "Yeah but that means that they can come after us if they find the trapdoor."

"Thats a big if." Jethro adds. "Come on, lets ride that thing down."

They all step into the old elevator and Red Dragon pushes a button labelled "DOWN". The lift starts shaking and, eventually, going down. it comes to a halt after about 50 seconds and the door swings open revealing some kind of a lobby. The place is a mess (Think Silent hill), animal droppings, old bones and various other bad items are scattered around.
There is a large sign behind the desk that reads: Welcome to the EPA.....
 
you guys stay here I will go check if anything is ahead and i will comeback and if a don't come back you get your damn guns ready

he walks down the corridor with the two magnums in hand and hears scraping against the walls. He gets his guns pointed in front of him and walks a bit further H-H-HOLY SHITTTTT BANG BANG BANG 20 rounds of bullets go off trent and them get scared Red dragon walks back to the main hall wiht a big gash in his stomach.

" Death...cl..a..w.s. e..ve...r..y...w...h....e...r..e and collapse onto the ground with blood around him
 
Ok not trying to be a bastard but plz stop controlling my charater i am greatful yes but i would liek to control my own charater This is so kick ass man
 
Grim watched Red Dragon walked ahead, pistols in each hand, into the dark, without even a torch to light his way.

He nudges Trent, "Watch this." Jethro smiles, shakes his head.

Trent asks Grim, "You don't think maybe he was a little impatient up there do you? Like maybe he could have given us a bit more head start, pick off a couple of Skuls,"

Grim mocks surprise, "Nah... this is better."

They hear the sounds of pistols firing and the flashes of the barrels up ahead, but its too far to see with so little light.

Trent looks at Grim, "You think the lights still work.

"Doubt it."

They hear the screams of Red Dragon as he gets torn up by Deathclaws. THey ready their weapons. "Trent, you might want to ready either those chemical grenades or the machine gun"

"Got it. Not to smart is he." meaning Red Dragon.

"He's young, he'll learn."

"Hope so"

Red Dragon limps back to the elevator, his chest rip open, his arms holding in his innards, keeping intestines from falling out.
"Death claws," and collapses.

Jethro nods, "Yep, kind of figured that."

The group moves closer, both Trent and Grim providing cover. What ever happened to Metro (Gosh I hope we didn't leave him behind). JEthro administers doctor skills, "good think I learned a bit of doctoring in the hills, this fool's going to need it."

Cindy the Barmaid, puts a long, painful stim pack in Red Dragon's ass, the only place still free of needle tracks. "You wouldn't have any mentats for this youngster, would ya. I think he can use it."

But before Jethro can search his pack they he a deep gutteral growl from back in the tunnels, back deep in the dark, beyond the meager lights of their torches.
 
On the surface the Skul and the Mutant leader are stunned by the explosion. They had been observing the snipers shoot at the bar, with no apparent success then suddenly, a machine gun from inside, rattling off without apparent direction or aim.

Why would the occupants fire so quickly. Without any pending attack it seems little but a futile waste of ammunition. Did they suspect a hidden attack. But how, the sun still in the sky, any fool would have seen that there were no enemies.

The skul leader looks at the mutant leader for an explanation, but the mutant just shrugs. Humans, some of them are just didn't get the full measure of IQ, like some mutants.

THen suddently an explosion. The bar practically lifts itself up off the ground and rises a few feet, until it folds in upon itself. The roof falls in and walls crumble. The bar becomes a cloud of smoke for a few minutes. When the cloud lifts the bar is little more than a pile of debrie.

"What the fuck was that about?" the Skul leader asks herself.

The Mutant leader is also surprised. "This isn't right."

"No it ain't." She agrees, surprised to be agreeing with the Mutant at all.

"maybe an accident inside the building and someone detonated the blast?" The Mutant suggests.

"The same persons killed four of your men and over 20 of mine. I doubt it."

"A diversion? perhaps?"

"Not for them, no one left the house. Unless they sacrificed themselves for another." The Skuls leader summises.

"An attack on the perimeter?"

The SKuls leader tells one of her seconds, Creed, to check the perimeter guards. The leader of the siege engines, Slade, comes up to the observation post. "Trisha," he calls out to the Skuls commander, "this is a strange turn of events."

"I agree, I don't like it. But am at a lose for an explanation. I don't believe in accidents." She says.

"Nor I, but if they escaped, they must have gone by tunnel." Explains Slade.

"What Tunnels?"

"YOu didn't know?” Slade asks surprised, but suddently aware he has made Trish look bad he adds, “ AH but you are new, your first time here. THere are tunnels underneath, but few known entrances. I did not know that there was an entry below Leroy's Bar, but then maybe. After he built the water closet, he might have accessed the tunnels."

The Mutant leader is furious. “They have escaped! Because of your incompetence!”

The Skuls leader eyes the Mutant. This won’t make the relationship better. “What’s down there?”

“Mostly old sewers, and something called an EPA. But if they went down there, they will not survive. The tunnels are the home of Deathclaws, and without light, the Deathclaws can get close and crush you before you blink. And there are worse things. Winnamingos. They are virtually impervious to bullets.”

Creed runs back into the observation post. “The perimeter guards saw nothing suspicious. There has been no movement in the past three hours, either coming or going to town.”

The Mutant leader yells at the Trisha, “You will send your men down to get them. And maybe we might overlook your lapse of judgment.”

Trish glares up at the Mutant. “You will mind your manners while you are in my town. IF you want to send down your men, by all means. But I will not throw away anymore of mine. We will get them, but first we must set a trap.”

To Creed and Slade, “Tell me where the exits are.” Slade reveals a map of the town with the known exits marked, Trisha looks it over and gives her instructions. “Good, then we will seal all these, except this one. Perhaps we can spring a trap here.”
 
Grim looks over the new place. "Well Brother, what do you think of this? SOme kind of military installation?"
 
ooc - sorry i havent been more involved, there was some troubles nd i couldnt get online. I'm still here, though.

Metro has been following behind quietly. He'd not noticed the trapdoor in the restroom. Now, seeing that things could get serious, he removes his headphones and checks his shotgun carefully. Having been in the can for much of the battle, he is less tired and hurt than many others - uninjured, as a matter of fact, except for a bottle-cap-shaped cut in his forehead; when the bartender had taken the grenade, it had flown out of his pocket and slammed into Metro's forehead.

He catches sight of a desk, pushed to a corner of the fetid storage space. He opens the drawers - he loves old things, and hopes to find some. Instead, he finds several small, mutated descendants of rats. The shotgun dispatches of them, and much of the desk as well. Metro rejoins the rest of the group.
 
The shockwave of the explosion aboveground sends a short, heavy breeze against everyone else.
Metro looks at Grim. "Military, maybe." He cleans the ratguts off the business end of his shotgun and reloads it, thining to himself "Thank god for the extra shells I picked up in New Reno." He looks around the room, then turns back to Grim. "EPA... wonder what that stood for. I think I've heard it before..."
 
"Metro- glad you're still with us. You might want to get that shotgun ready."

Jethro and Cindy are busy trying to patch up Red Dragon, who's unconscious on the floor. Jethro, looks at the wounded fighter. "He's hurt real bad. Best thing we could do is give him some time to rest."

Down in the darkness they can hear the growl, more menacing. THey can hear the loud banging as furniture is moved out of the way. they can hear the claws scratching the concrete, as the creature gets closer.

Trent gets down on a knee to more adequately steady the machine gun. "I don't think we're going to get much of a chance."

Jethro shakes his head, "I'm not sure if my doctor'in can do much more help." and takes his shotgun up. Cindy continues to tender Red Dragon, but keeps her hand on the .44 she's taken from the fight above.

Grim considers tossing down a grenade, but doubts it would do much good. THeir best bet is to let it get close so that the shot guns can do the maximum damage. Too far away, and the shots won't help at all.

"We should introduce the Mutants to these fellows." He muses. "Would anyone have an illumination grenade?"
 
Grim nods, but his throat is getting dry. thinking about the deathclaw that's getting closer, hidden in the dark. Waiting for the lunge of the great clawed beast.

"I reckon its old technology. maybe they have some use, power sources and all. But I wonder what its doing here."

"Hell maybe they were making deathclaws, and maybe they just made bigger stronger nastier ones, and the deathclaws ate them all up."

Trent smiles, "You know, I heard someone say that maybe they can talk."

"Nah that's all bullshit." Says Jethro, "Probably someone trying to sell you shit. That or its one of them crazy folks from out East."

Grim nods, "As I was sayin' anybody got an illumination grenade. It might be more than one, just the other is more quiet."
 
OOC- Ok folks, that's it for me for tonight. Curious to see how this thing with the EPA works out, ditto with the deathclaw in the dark.

I think this part of the story should change pace a bit. Slow it down- less shootem up and more spooky- like crawling around a dark cavern full of deathclaws.

Red Dragon got himself beaten up and i figure we are short of supplies. Jethro's doctor skills are about used up, and stim packs are in short supply. Based on Red Dragon's description he is certainly unconcious and maybe even crippled.

The Mutants and Skuls up top have already figured out that we have slipped out, so they will be waiting. We should have waited before blowing up the house. Oh well.
They may send folks down to search. The Mutant boss is getting impatient.

Key for the Mutants, what they want is not here- its North. Their only worry is that their secret move has been revealed but it won't stop them. THe Skuls leader may turn on the Mutants, if the numbers shift to the Mutant's favor. You all might want to use that plot line.

I would appreciate that Jethro and Cindy stick around for at least a little longer. God knows we are short on guns. WOuld be curious to see what happens at the EPA, Deathclaws, WInnamingos, etc.

but I think the best way out is through the sewar lines. Somewhere there's a big trap going to get sprung. But lets wait for that to happen.

Lets slow this down a bit. No reason to hurry. I think the story is moving along quite well.

Glad you're back Metro, Red Dragon, take it easy. It's not all shootin. Gunnar, good idea with the EPA. Check in tomorrow. Have fun.
 
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