While Metro continues to work on the light, looking for some convertable power source or means to create a light. Jethro and Cindy patch up the other fighters, administering first aid and stimpacks. The small group is now heavily scarred and tired. But the need for rest will have to wait. First they must escape.
Grim looks about at the various technological features, and identifies some glass bulbs from overhead lights, old lamps inthe lobby. He whispers to Metro,"Hey Metro, is it possible that we can use those bulbs and maybe gerry rig a light source using the power from that robot?"
Jethro and Cindy use their torches to light some of the debris afire, further illuminating their room. Jethro says, 'We got to be careful with these hear lights. I once saw a Deathclaw attack a fire thinking it was some kind of critter. Fire might attract the not to smart ones, just as it might scare some away."
Grim reloads his pistols and the shotgun, and then carefully, a torch in one hand and a pistol in the other, makes his way down the corridor where Red Dragon met the DeathClaw. Jethro soon follows close behind, a double barrel shotgun in his hands. The cross the corridor and find more debris, old rotten boxes and broken furniture, a file cabinet. Papers on the floor, with the words EPA Bio-Medical Report- Secret- Eyes Only.
They can see little beyond the light of the torch, so them move slowly, quietly, listening for any sounds. But all they can hear is the drip drip drip of water hitting a shallow pool of water, somewhere in the dark. The tunnels are old, and rain water has begun to seep through. Probably there is other structural damage as well.
When they get to the end of the long corridor they find a door and then, to the left, somewhat obscurred behind falled beams and rubble, another corridor. They listen to the door. At first they hear nothing. Then Jethro whispers, "Hey ya hear somethin'"
Grim listens.. Scattering sound, like something small with many legs in the hallway. Many of them, behind the dooor. "Cockroaches. Lets go left.
Quietly they continue down the corridor, past more doors. They listen, but hear very little. One door is marked communications. the other is marked resident quarters section B. They listen but hear little, except the occassional scurry of cockroaches, or the squealing of rats." They pass grills below them, that cover exits going further down, deeper into the dark earth. More manhole covers, all going down.
Finally they come to an intersections. They hear a noise from further ahead. "Damn it, get this thing sealed. Stop fuckin' around. They're damn close already. Leave for the deathclaws."
Leaving the torch, Grim moves a around a corner and sees a beam of light from above, suddently covered up, then the red orange sparks of a acetylne torch welding it down. Then no sparks, and Grim thinks about the possibility of Death Claws. He turns back the corner to Jethro, who stands there with the torch in hand.
"We better get back and tell the others. They know we are here and plan to lock us in here, probably figure that we don't have much chance against the death claw. Wait a minute... listen."
They pause and wait, and again Grim peers around the corner, trying to hear.
Far away, further in the darkness, past the manhole that is now welded shut but approaching this intersection.
A sound, of something wet, something slapping the surface around it with wet feelers, soomething large. At least two footed, but he can hear it approaching. Far away, but getting closer.
Grim nearly jumps when JEthro grabs his shoulder." What is it?"
'Don't know but I really don't like it. Let's get back and tell the others."
They turn and run back to where they came, eager to escape the creature behind them.
