Fallout- Old Glory

Sin shrugs and glances back to say softly, "Ready whenever you are." She currently didn't give a flying monkeys what they did. She was slowly starting to get a migraine and Chameleon wasn't helping it with his antics. Shelets a soft sigh out then turns and asks the kicker question, "Why didn't you try to higher Lucifel?" She was very curious why he'd highered herself as Sin rather than Lucifel. She purpose made herself seem weaker and less competant while being her regular self though she still was very competant. She made herself to perfection in her real self that one people wouldn't match 2 and 2 together.
 
"Ah, I get what you're saying. Still.... Anyway, I'm ready. Don't keep me waiting for the action or I'll find other throats to slice, understand buddy? I may have to be loyal due to my assassin code, but it doesn't mean I have to like your boring dremora. Seriously, you remind me of my last client who I happily disected open, just cause of her wife wanting me to kill him. You know how it is, you do anything when you're in love; even if it's temporary and ends in a bloody disaster. I hope we don't get to that, sir." Chameleon glared at him, he was getting bored quick. Still, as long as he was loyal and action was soon to come, then Chameleon could come to have a liking for Edward. Maybe.
 
"We're ready." Jacob said, motioning to GU-DR. Chameleon made a comment that Jacob did not care for in regards to Edward and nonchalantly maneuvered himself between Chameleon and his employer. The message, though silent was obvious, Jacob intended to see this man to his destination so long as he was getting payed. Jacob pointed his right hand, Pip-Boy attached at Chameleon, and a small clicking sound came from GU-DR. The robot had filed the mercenary as a possible problem in the future, one to be removed at the first sign of betrayal towards the rest of the squad. "Correction" Jacob said as he lowered his arm and placed it back on the trigger of the plasma rifle. "Now we're ready. "
 
"Well, Georgie is settled, and the town is going to be well looked after while i'm gone, I think", Tom shrugged, "Les' get this show on the road".
 
James walked back up to the group with a Lee-Enfield MK III on a sling, and a black duffel bag full to bursting in his right hand. "I had the gun runners ship this stuff ahead for me so I wouldn't have to lug it along myself. With this rifle and the stuff in this bag, I could keep an entire army at bay, or at least scare them into retreating." He hefted the duffel bag's strap onto his shoulder, and swung the rifle around so it was resting on his back. "I'm ready."
 
Edward nods and then walks down the road, beckoning for the others to follow. You all set off into the wasteland.

(I was waiting for New Reno to say he was ready, but I don't want to wait a few days just for him to say 'Ok'. Nothing major will happen to him, But I don't want this RP to slow down to a snails pace)
 
Tom jogged after Edward and after he caught up to him, he slowed his pace, "Rattlesnakes, eh? Tandi has had quite a bit of trouble from them before, they took out some of the trade caravans coming our way a while back, that month was horrible, some people in the town didn't leave it to chance and just left immediately for the bigger towns, but most stuck in, and eventually we scared a big group of 'em off, and I guess they have never came back".
 
"So, we're leaving now? I kinda just got here. I mean, I can keep going, but I can't exactly ask Sarge if he needs a break."
 
Edward says to Tom,"Yeah, they are a nuisance, but sticking together is good way to fight back. We're mercs so we should have an easier time fighting them, but if the groups over the size of 20 and they rush us, we're screwed."
He then replies to Brads question.
"Yes, the funeral is in two days, and its quite a walk. We do have a lot of time to get there, but I don't want to take chances. I'd rather not be late to my best friends funeral."

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The Eagle watched the group from a hill nearby the village. He watched them leave Tandi. He kept his eyes on Edward Stone. A former Enclave Officer, he was in charge of the Sniper Corps. Unlike his friend Ezekiel, Edward had no problem killing civillians. He murdered entire caravans as they traveled to San Francisco and the Boneyard. And unlike his old friend Ezekiel, he wouldn't have a quick painless release. He was going to suffer.

The Eagle turned his attention to the other member of the group. He saw Chameleon, an assassin renowned for his ruthlessness. He was good, not as good as the pre-war CIA assassins, but good nonetheless. Chameleon was walking near to a young woman, somebody who he had his eye on. She wore masculine clothing, and has black hair. He didn't know much about this one. The third merc he looked at was bearded man. He seemed very much like the gung-ho gunslinger type. Men like him usually were good shots, but being a good pistol shot wouldn't do any good against a AK-112.

He recognised the others, from...... somewhere. The man with the Mr. Gutsy he had met two years ago, but was the one he had known the least. The 2nd man, he knew better. He remembered talking to the young Khan in a bar about girl problems, about the client who wanted them to get her brother back. The third man, he had known for years, going back to the east coast. The Eagle felt regret and guilt over having not seen him for a while. He pushed them out of his head. These people were dim memories, nothing more. He had forgotten their names. It would be easier for him for when he would eventually kill them. He moved away from the tree, and slowly crept away. They had probably seen him, and he couldn't be caught. Not now. He moved away. He would see these people again. He would finish what others had started centuries ago, before the war, before the new world. The Eagle vanished into the wasteland, waiting for the right time.
 
Sin glances back feeling eyes on her for a minute. She notices someone a little ways away up on a hill. She turns away and glances at the rest to see if they had noticed the pair of eyes trailing them as they start to walk. The raven haired woman sighs running a hand back through her hair which reaches to just below her chest. Sin makes sure her hand stays on the nape of her neck right by her sniper rifle while they're being watched. She finally relaxes when the hair on the back of her neck settles signalling he's gone but turns to make sure just in case.
 
Chameleon glanced at the open wasteland around them, then kept walking with the group. He spotted something in the corner of his eye where Sin had looked, but said nothing. He raised his hand up like a schoolkid. "Sir, can I say something?"
 
"It? So its one person. And because you saw one person, you think that its a raider and that we will be attacked later? Its probably just a child watching us leave. Raiders wouldn't come near unless they were in a large group, so I don't think that lone raider would come here either."
 
Sin rolls her eyes and butts into the convorsation, "It wasn't a child and it wasn't a raider. If you had looked at the man rather than glancing you would have noticed he looks like a mere wonderer... Keep your eyes out just in case though." She shrugs and trails farther behind the men letting out a large yawn. Sin walks feeling weary from lack of sleep. She looks at the brahmen and says softly, "I feel like an insomniac."
 
Jacob shook his head at Chameleons demeanor and comments before maneuvering himself closer to Brad. "So, is this the same dog you got on that fiend trip?" Jacob inquired.
 
Without breaking striding or even turning his head, James began to speak. "Sin, I appreciate you berating them for me, but you made the biggest mistake of all of them, you stared straight at him. I noticed him a while ago, but I've been watching and studying him out of the corner of my eye, so he doesn't know that I know he's there. The easiest way to find out someone's true colors is to see what they do when they think no one is watching, and you just ruined that. If he is hostile, you've just given him the motivation to take us out before we can ready ourselves. I was planning to observe him, and to find out what he's watching us for, but as I've mentioned, you've ruined that. You are better with a gun then I could ever be Sin, and I respect you greatly, but the best shot in the world can't hit a target that goes right when you expect him to go left. From what I did notice about him before you ruined my advantage, it seems that he's incredibly cautious, so he won't attack soon, but he'll set up an ambush farther ahead." He switched from whispering to Sin, to making a general announcement. "Guys, we need to talk, but we can't do it now. Once we set up camp for the night, I have something to say.
 
Sin shrugs at the man's tone not caring what her thought, "Yes the man was cautious. I agree to that tid bit of information but I have seen men like him. They're extremely cautious and you can see it in their stance. Even if I hadn't looked he would have left." She hated being reprimanded for things she damn well knew. Sin gives a small sigh and pushes her hair back again and raises her eyebrow, "And what do you mean about my shooting skills?"
 
James chuckled softly. "Do you remember about a year ago, when that small offshoot of the Khans hired you to take out a small oil refinery in the Mojave?" He let out another chuckle. "I was working as a guard there. I insisted that they put me in charge of security because I had noticed several very dangerous flaws in their security set-up, but they weren't having any of it, thought I was making shit up to get a raise. I kept trying to push my case, but they refused, and eventually fired me. I packed up and relieved them of a few small valuable objects that were laying around... in a locked safe... hidden behind a painting... in the locked administrators office. But I digress. As I was leaving, I saw you approaching with a group of Khans, and decided that this was just to sweet to resist. I set up on a ridge overlooking the refinery, and decided to watch the show. It was a work of art, you tore through that place like a hurricane, exploiting damn near every flaw I pointed out, and you had that entire building under lock in key in less than 20 minutes. As I was packing up to leave, you came out of the building and noticed me, before I could even react, you had your rifle out and managed to do this to me." He pulled up his sleeve to show a small scar on the edge of his right shoulder, caused by a bullet grazing the flesh. "That shot was over 500 yards, and you managed to hit me in no time flat. I was impressed... also in pain... but mainly impressed."
 
Tom overheard the conversation between the two of them and promptly decided to interrupt, "If you had ever seen my sharp-shooting skill in my Talon Company days you'd know you were in the presence of someone who is not only better than both of you, but could outstrip you when it comes to....pinpoint precision", Tom chuckled at himself, "Can't really test it though with this shotgun, if I had my trusty huntin' rifle maybe I could prove it, but it looks like you're just going to have to take my word for it"
 
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