Fallout RP- Systematic Annihilation

Duck and Cover; Run Rachel Run

Angus stood at the entrance of the Vault as Garret and the Knights retreated inside. Ben Kent came running from the medical lab, healed enough to rejoin the action, just as the massive Vault door clanged into place. "I should have been out there with you," he said.

"Now you understand how I feel, sir," said Angus. "Why does everyone protect me so much anyway? I'm just an Initiate."

"You're not just any Initiate, son," said Garret. "The High Elder feels you have a...destiny."

"Well if I have a destiny, there's no need to protect me, is there? I can't die until I've fulfilled it! And if I don't have a destiny, then there's also no need to protect me."

"What you say is logical, but it's not that simple. Perhaps 'destiny' isn't the proper word. Yogi Maxson believes you can't just let your destiny happen; you have to make it happen. If the Vault Dweller had never left Vault 13 or the Chosen One had just lounged around Arroyo, they never would have achieved the greatness they did. In fact, they'd probably have dipped or killed - along with the rest of us. You would never have even been born."

Angus was in awe. "The High Elder thinks I'm like the Vault Dweller and the Chosen One?"

"He isn't certain yet. Try not to let it go to your head, kid. Anyway, both of you fought valiantly. I hereby promote you to Senior Initiate for your actions on the battlefield. You've accomplished more in one day than many Initiates do in years of training. And Kent, I'm going to recommend to the Lord Paladin that you join the ranks of the Paladins - if we get out of this alive, that is."

"It is an honor, sir," said Ben, bowing his head.

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In the Vault's command center, panic had been replaced by depression. Jack and Amy slowly walked in, each with an arm around the other for support. Stark arrived a minute later, shellshock evident on his face.

"Hey, guys!" called Eldon as he watched the battle on the monitors. "Whoa, check this out!" The others huddled around him and saw Alex's rampage on the screens. The APCs under SkyNet's control were also still inflicting quite a bit of damage.

"Could we actually still have a chance?" asked Amy in wonder.

"I don't want to raise my hopes only to have them dashed," said Jack, "but look at him go!"

"It's the only chance we've got," said Stark. "And Rachel's only chance too." He told them about Spike's interrogation.

"If we can't get out the Vault door," said Eldon, "Harold's got a plan to send some of us through the air ducts when the battle dies down." He put a hand on Stark's shoulder. "I'm worried about Rachel too, but I'm confident. We'll find those Rachel-stealing bastards and set her free!"

"But what will they do to her in the meantime? Those mercs are ruthless killers, and Stone's a rapist."

"Have you seen the security video from the medical lab?"

"No, I don't think I could bear to watch it."

"I hear you. It is tough to watch. The important thing is, though, that Bishop gave them explicit orders not to molest Rachel in any way. As long as we can save her before Johnny Bishop gets his grubby mitts on her, she should be okay."

Stark relaxed a little, but he knew that they were still a long way from being able to help Rachel. Be strong, my love, he thought.

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Rachel sprinted through the blasted woods, the rough ground hurting her bare feet. She could hear the mercenaries behind her giving chase, but she didn't dare look back. It would only slow her down. Fortunately she was an excellent runner, and was able to keep ahead of her pursuers even without shoes. The escape was exhausting, but she took comfort in the fact that they must be exhausted too.

A loud crack rang out behind Rachel, and a needle zipped by her side and thwacked into a nearby tree. Tranquilizers! she thought with alarm. She knew that if she were hit even once it would put a premature end to her breakout, and if they recaptured her she would never get the opportunity to make a second attempt at freedom. She used the trees for cover as much as possible, racing between them as fast as she could go. Sweat poured down her brow, but she couldn't afford to let up for a second.

Suddenly, the ground vanished ahead of Rachel and she skidded to a halt, right at the edge of a steep cliff. She peered over the lip and gulped. It had to be at least 40 feet to the bottom. She whirled about in time to see her former captors run out of the woods towards her.

"End of the line, Rachel," said Caitlin, giving Rachel a sick smile and leveling her needler at her. A solitary tear rolled down Rachel's face.
 
The Death of an initiate.

Kagel lay on the floor. She was alined with the DSK Carbine. Her right eye was wide; scanning through the optical sight.

Stephan sat next to Leo. He had quickly became the squads medic. he injected Leo with another StimPack, as he patched the deep wound. Leo's face was beat red- sweat dripped from his forehead. The stims had taken effect, that was odvious. His puples had diolated, and heart rate had increased. Stephan than tunred to Xi- who had been stabilized, though was in intince pain. Stephan than reached for one of the pouches on his Combat-armor. He opened the pouch- retrieving a vial. The vial rattled as he removed it. He opened the white plastic vial; and poured two green pills into his palm. He then handed them to Xi, and said "Take these." Xi looked at the pills "Buffout?" Stephan nodded "Buffout." Xi then grabbed the pills, and swalowed them greedaly, without water. Stephan assured Xi; that he would be fine; though his guresture of faith was cut short

to the sound of a projectile hitting, and piericing galvinized steel; and a fleshy thump. Similar to a mellon being smashed, with a sledge hammer. Stephan turned quickly- to behold the gore, that was, Leo's Corpse. His cranium had been shattered by a large caliber rifle- this was appearent; as a mango sized exit wound projected a meter behind his lifeless corpse. Stephan hit the floor, facing the corpse he took a moment to regain his composure

"Ka...Kagel! Sarg! Sn-Sniper got Leo!"

Little did stephan know- Kagel had drawn a bead on the sniper. The sniper was unawair that he, was in the sights of another. He was a short man, with grey hair.

He didn't appear to be enclave. He didnt wear armor, but a brahmin leather jacket, and pants that were woven from fibers found in the waistland. His face was darkened by the sun, and his face appeared to be as leathery as the jacket. Kagel centered the crosshairs on the man's forehead. He was centered behind a FN-FAL Sniper variant. The weapon was fitted with a large brotherhood manufactured Tri-ocular scope- the fore-runner of the scope on kagel's weapon.

The questions began to bubble; Spawning from the abyss of conciousness. Shoot to Mame had become the order of the day. Questions needed answering. She pulled the scope to the left- centering the rifle on his shoulder. Against this shoulder, the FN-FAL was pressed. She squeezed the trigger once. The weapon discharged - her left eye remained open. She watched as his shoulderblade was shattered. The expression on his face had changed to one of intince pain. The weapon was dropped, as his back arched up -she then took aim at his right hand- that had covered the bullet wound. She squeezed the trigger. The sniper quickly clutched his hand. He immediatly knew what had happened. Kagel watched for a moment- the man was huntched over, bleeding She then stood and re-entered the lobby. "Stephan; Stey here." Stephan looked to kagel - bewildered "What?". Kagel than responded "Stey here" Stephan nodded slowly - and then asked "What about the sharp-shooter?" she quickly responded "Bleeding profusly. Ive got questions." Stephan was baffled "Why didn't you kill him?! " he asked. "Ive got questions"
 
Leap of Faith; Preparing for the Worst

Rachel slowly raised her arms above her head. "Don't shoot!" she said, panting for breath. "You've got me!"

"Hold your fire," whispered Craig Stone. "The last thing we want is to knock her off the cliff." He stepped forward, took out his roll of duct tape, and pulled the end free. "Come here, Rachel. You know the drill."

Rachel clenched her eyes shut. More tears spilled out from under her eyelids and down her face. She knew that once she was taped up again, she was done for. Nothing would be able to stop them from taking her back to New Reno and giving her to Johnny Bishop. It was more than she could bear.

Stone slowly approached her. "Stop wasting time," he said. "Give it up, Rachel."

Rachel opened her lids, her eyes flashing. She gritted her teeth and spread her arms to the sides at shoulder height. She then shuffled back so that her heels stuck out over the edge of the cliff.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" He lunged at her, but it was too late. Rachel shut her eyes again and fell backwards off the cliff, plummeting into the canyon below.

Stone reached the cliffside and looked down, just in time to see Rachel land with a splash in the fast-flowing river that flowed through the canyon and sink to the bottom. Seconds later, her head bobbed to the surface as she drifted downstream on the current. She began to swim in that direction with long, powerful strokes.

Caitlin arrived at Stone's side and aimed her needler at Rachel's back. "Easy shot," she said.

Before she could fire, Stone batted her arm down. "No!" he said. "She might drown!"

Caitlin sulked. "But she's getting away fast!"

"We'll catch up with her, then." The two mercs hustled downriver along the cliff's edge. "At least the river flows south. When we do get Rachel, we'll be that much closer to New Reno."

Beneath the water, a creature stirred, alerted by the sound and movement Rachel had made when she plunged into the river. It started to swim after her underwater, invisible to the humans.

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"If the Enclave breaches the Vault," Garret told his fellow Brotherhood members, "we'll be the first line of defense. We've already littered the tunnel leading to the Vault and the area in front of it with proximity grenades during our retreat. There are a lot of chokepoints in the Vault itself where we can set more traps. The airlock corridor, this room we're in now just beyond it, and the elevator shaft."

Benjamin Kent nodded. "We'll need to evacuate everyone from levels 1 and 2 to the bottom of the Vault, sir," he said. "That means the medical lab too."

"Okay, Kent. You and your Initiate see to it."

Ben saluted and went back into the medical lab with Angus in tow and broke the news to Myron. "Many of the wounded can be moved," said Myron, "but some simply can't. And some of us are going to have to stay with them to take care of them."

"If the Enclave gets through the Vault door," said Ben, "nothing can keep them out of the medical lab. It's certain death for everyone."

"If they don't get through the door, though, these people can survive with our help."

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Stark paced the command center, worried sick about Rachel. Amy leaned on Jack as they watched the battle outside on the monitors. She too was afraid for her friend and frustrated that she couldn't do anything for her yet. "Those mercs," she said, "Stone and O'Hara. I remember them."

"You've heard of them before?" asked Jack.

Amy nodded. "I even ran into them once in New Reno. I felt real dirty when Stone looked at me. He didn't try anything, though. The fact that Mongo was with me at the time may have had something to do with it. In some ways, O'Hara's even scarier. They've got quite a reputation. They'll take any job that isn't a suicide mission if the price is right. And they never fail."

"There's a first time for everything. Rachel's going to be fine. Her chances are better than ours right now."

"Yeah. Wait till they get a load of this!" She patted the barrel of her Hammer.

Eldon noticed the new weapon for the first time. "Hey, Amy, where'd you get that newfangled rifle?" he asked.

"Got it off a dead Enclave soldier." She showed him the Hammer.

Eldon whistled as he inspected it. "Ain't she a beauty! Unless I miss my guess, this is a negative-energy weapon. I thought these were only theoretical. If the Enclave has built one..."

"Actually, they've got a couple dozen of them."

"Oh boy! We're in for a world of hurt."

"Not if they can't get into the Vault."

"You don't understand! If they've got these weapons, that door won't keep them out. It'll take them some time and ammo, but eventually they can drill through it!"
 
Kagel left the building. As she walked- she looked over her shoulder. She caught schrike, and the vertibird in the holding position- hovering, waiting for further orders. Kagel keyed the mike and began to relay the death of Leo to schrike, and dispatch. "Leo's Gone" she said, and then keyed the mic again "Sniper got him". Dispatch then responded "Afirmitive." Kagel then keyed the Mic
"Dispatch - Requesting re-enforcements!" Dispatch responded

"Stand-by" there was a moment of silence - and then a responce "Negitive - I say again - Negitive! Re-enforcements are not available at this time! I say again! Negitive on re-enforcements!" Kagel continued- she slung the DKS Carbine over her shoulder- and then grasped the 10mm SMG. She extended the stock - and shouldered the weapon - approaching the snipers post.

She approached cautiously- the sniper was well awair of her approaching- the Modified 10mm SMG trained squairly at center of mass. without words she closed distance with the sharpshooter. She could hear the cursing under his breath. he was sitting on his knees, on the roof of a derilicted brick building.

kagel straifed the building- and approached a ladder. she quickly climbed the latter- the sharpshooter sat bleeding, stairing his shooter. "Come to finish the jo-" Before he could finish the sintince- kagel's foot had met his face- with great force. He was knocked back. The power-armor's servo-motors added multiplicitive force to the kick.

The gunman lay on his back, concious. "Who are you?!" she asked forcefully. "Mason" he paused "Mason Lathow". He spoke with a slow, hazey tennor. "Who do you work for?!" she asked. "I... Dont work for anyone " Kagel quickly responded "Horse-Shit!" "No -I'm a freelance" He said. "Where did you get that scope?!" He paused "Brotherhood" Who in the brotherhood issued that optical sight?!" "I issued it." "What?!"

"You may know me better as Paliden Lathow" Kagel was stunned "Paliden - Lathow? Wh...What happened to your face?"
"Age" he said. She was stunned- Lathow was her drill instructer / Mentor. He was Vertually un-recognisable at first glance. She paused for a moment and then questioned him further "Why did you shoot my gunner?!"

"Why are you here?" She paused again "Why are you here?!" He then paused "Two months after the enclave's off shore Base of operations was destroyed by the "Chosen one" - I was ostrisized..."

Kagel interupted his story "Ostrisized?!" He responded "Yes. I was outcasted by the brotherhood " "But why?!" "I... cant tell you." "Why are you here?!" "Well - I decided to make a life for my self here in redding." "So- Where are the Redemption?" He chuckled "They left in mass nearly 3 houers after the attack. A few stragelers remain - but- thats about it. "

"Which direction are they heading?"
"North - Twards the Den, and Klameth" Kagel keyed the mic "Dispatch - Patch me through to High elder maxon" Dispatch responded "Rodger- Regarding? " "Redemption's heading to klamath" she said. "Schrike- We're going to the Den "
 
If I Had a Hammer; Grand Strategy; Sink or Swim

Now that she had some time to breathe more easily, Amy cleared the jam in her needler rifle and reloaded it. Since she hadn't been able to use it at the end of the battle outside, she still had a decent supply of needles left. She had carried the weapon for years and it would make a good backup in case her new rifle ran out of fusion cells.

"I bet the Brotherhood would like to see your fancy new shooter," said Eldon. "If we ever get out of this we might be able to reverse engineer it and make our own."

"That's a thought," said Amy. "I'll go show it to them." She left the command center and headed for the elevator. She reached the first floor, where the assembled Knights were setting up the interior traps and defenses.

Ben and Angus emerged from the medical lab and saluted Garret. "The medical staff will evacuate the wounded who can be moved to level 3, sir," Ben reported. "A few of them are in no shape to be moved, though. Some of the medical staff have volunteered to stay with them until the end."

"Such courage," said Garret. "They are every bit as worthy as those of us who fight." He noticed Amy walking up to them. "Yes?"

"Feast your eyes on this puppy," said Amy, grinning and holding out the Hammer.

Garret's eyes bulged. "Is that what I think it is?"

"If you think it's a 'negative-energy weapon,' it is. That's what Eldon called it, anyway. The Enclave's got a bunch of them. Eldon thinks he and you guys might be able to make some for our side one day."

"Incredible! The Brotherhood has never been able to create a weapon like this. Our Scribes should see this, but we have none with us. This is purely an expeditionary force. Scribes don't usually go into the field unless there is a good reason."

"You should also know that these weapons can penetrate that big ol' door. It won't keep the Enclave out forever."

"That is bad news, indeed."

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"Bad news, indeed," said Yogi Maxson. He and Lord Paladin Jackson were standing in front of the large holographic map in the Brotherhood of Steel's bunker in NCR. The Junior Knight who had just delivered the situation report saluted and marched out, leaving the two leaders alone. Yogi updated the map with the new information and frowned, shaking his head.

"The Enclave seems to have committed almost all of their forces to the attack on Vault City," said Jackson. "They appear to have needed all of them, too. I wish we could strike back at them. If we could take their headquarters out while most of their guys are in the field..."

Yogi shook his head again. "Too risky it is. The Enclave's defenses are too powerful for our limited forces to defeat."

"I know. But a guy can dream, can't he? The Enclave must somehow be controlling these mobs of Redemption-infected people. They've already destroyed Redding, and I can understand why. It was an important industrial center. But why are they going after the Den and Klamath now? What's their strategy?"

"Hmm. I cannot see yet, but stopped they must be!"

"There's not much in that area. There's that old pre-war bunker in those caves near Klamath, but it was cleaned out a long time ago. Then there's New Arroyo. The Enclave might want revenge on the Chosen One, but the infected don't stand a chance on their own. All they've got to do is roll up their bridge and they'll be safe behind their canyon."

"Indeed. To attack New Arroyo, an assault by Vertibirds they would require."

"So far they've given the bigger cities south and west of Redding a wide berth, at least. They've attacked Broken Hills, but it's held so far. Maybe they're concentrating on the easier targets first."

Yogi nodded. "Much wisdom there is in what you say."

"They've left New Reno almost completely untouched, I've noticed. Perhaps they've made a deal with the Bishops now that the Mordinos are no more. Of course, it is also a big city with lots of weapons floating around."

"Not as big as it used to be. Nobody goes there any more. Too crowded it is."

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Rachel Wright wearily swam on downstream. She had been going on pure adrenaline, but now it was wearing off and her exertions were taking their toll. Every muscle in her body ached, and she longed to stop and rest, but the canyon walls were too steep on both sides and there was no place to get out of the water.

Finally, Rachel spotted a small cave in the wall on the left, the entrance just inches above the waterline. She dragged herself over to it and hauled herself slowly out of the river. As she emerged, she felt something slimy brush her leg. Utterly drained, she collapsed on her back on the ground just inside the cave, which continued further into darkness.

Rachel knew she needed to keep moving, but she had to rest for a few minutes before she could continue. She shut her eyes and tried to calm down. She nodded off for a moment, but caught herself. She had to stay awake at all costs. If she fell asleep, she'd be caught again.

A black scaly claw reached up from the river. It grabbed the ledge, dripping slime and water, and then felt around the cavern floor. It found Rachel's ankle and encircled it tightly.

Rachel's eyes shot open as the creature started to pull her out of the cave. She kicked furiously, a scream on her lips, but its grip was unrelenting. It dragged her into the river, the rough cave floor bruising her back. Rachel fought with all her flagging strength, but it pulled her under.

Rachel desperately kicked again with her free leg and connected with something. The claw released her and she surfaced, gasping for air. Before she could make it back into the cave, the monster surfaced between her and it.

The thing was at least seven feet tall, towering over her. It was covered in thick black scales as tough as any metal armor, and was roughly man-like in shape. Its mouth was a wide open circle filled with row after row of pointy teeth. Its eyes were huge and bulbous. It had gills behind its ears, though clearly it could breathe air as well.

Rachel tried to swim backwards, but she was in the creature's element and it was much faster than her. It wrapped its arms securely around her, and she shrieked in horror. Then it plunged underwater, taking her with it.
 
First Contact

Gabe, and his new allie rumbled through the streets. The enclave soldier held his Yk42 Pulse rifle closely- though he knew that the redemption had been long go- in mass.

Gabe than questioned the man

"So.. Where are the redemption?"

The Ex- Soldier responded "Going north." He said bluntly.

Gabe than asked another question "Where?"

The soldier than responded "First the Den. And then klameth falls."

Gabe wasnt suprised; he had a feeling- that was confirmed by the soldiers responce, as to the direction of redemption.

"That vertibird... Is it enclave?"

Gabe asked the soldier;

he quickly responded "Brotherhood".

Gabe looked up. The vertibird ment that there were brotherhood troops in the area.

"Im... Going to make contact with the brotherhood troops. They must be warned" The soldier looked to the mutant

"uhh -Rodger- I'll stey put."
The soldier stood in the streets, as the supermutant- barreled through a building. The brotherhood Bird was hovering two streets over. The rumbeling of the supermutant was clearly audiable. The supermutant crashed through a plywood pannel - and into the streets.

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Schrike caught a clear view of the supermutant, from the nose turret camera. He then keyed the mic "Stephan - Be advised Youve got a mutie on your '6." Stephan quickly responded "Rodger that! " Stephan flicked the safty off, and awaited the mutants arrival.

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Gabe rushed through the street. He stopped for a moment- looking for a quick way into the next street. He knew that he had to find the brotherhood soldiers, quickly. He then began to look for a loose pannel on the galvinized steel hovvel. Unbenownst to gabe, a brotherhood soldier was waiting for the mutant to breach the building.

Gabe grabbed a rusted pannel of steel - and pulled it off of the wooden building frame, and stepped in. He was standing in what was once a bed room. He stepped fourth, approaching a wooden door. He stopped before opening the wooden door, and took a moment to listen. He then pulled open the door, and entered the lobby. He was greeted by Xi, who was laying by his feet. Gabe was also greated the muzzle of a G11. "Woha - Easy there" Gabe said. The brotherhood soldier than spoke "Drop your weapon" As the brotherhood soldier ordered- gabe complied, dropping the Vendicator minigun "Your brotherhood?" gabe asked the initiate.

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Stephan lowered his weapon "Yeah. I'm brotherhood". The supermutant than exclaimed "Listen; You have to warn your higher-ups! Redemption's going to hit the den, and then Klameth falls next!"
 
Rachel Hunted

Rachel wrestled with the aquatic mutant, but its grip was too strong. Luckily her arms were free, but it did her little good. As much as she flailed at the thing with her fists and feet, she did little damage if any, and she was fast running out of oxygen.

Panic threatened to overwhelm Rachel, but she managed to keep it at bay and maintain a level head. Just when she thought it was all over, she had one last idea and prayed it would work. She reached behind the creature's head and covered its gills with both hands, digging her fingernails in as deep as she could.

Unable to breathe either, the beast roared in pain and shot back to the surface. Rachel emerged with it, drenched with water and the sticky slime that it secreted. She wheezed as precious air once again entered her lungs, but she was still in the creature's iron grip. It shook its head madly, knocking her hands off of its gills, and prepared to pull her under for the third time.

A crack rang out, and a high-velocity needle struck the creature in the back, though it failed to penetrate the scales. It let go of Rachel and dived back underwater. Without hesitation, she got her bearings and swam for the tunnel entrance. As she did, she saw two ropes descending from the clifftop and into the river. Craig Stone and Caitlin O'Hara were on them, rappelling down the canyon wall. Caitlin held the rope with only one hand; the other held her needler pistol with which she had just shot the creature.

Caitlin took aim at Rachel as she pulled herself onto the ledge. "Nighty-night!" she said. Then something yanked hard on her rope. The piton securing the rope to the top of the cliff came loose, and Caitlin fell into the river, rope and all, her shot going wide.

Rachel stumbled into the cave, but it was too dark to see more than a few feet in front of her. She noticed a pile of bones on the floor, human by the look of them. She shivered, realizing they must belong to one of the creature's past victims. An unused flare lay on the ground next to it, and she scooped it up. She twisted the top, causing it to light up, and hurried down the tunnel.

Caitlin struck out for the cave in pursuit of Rachel, but the monster grabbed her from behind and dragged her beneath the water. "Caitlin!" shouted Stone. He let go of his rope and dropped into the river.

Caitlin punched the beast repeatedly with her Power Fist. She was hurting it, but not much. Her lungs were on fire, but before they gave out a single shot echoed down the canyon. It hit the creature in the head, disorienting it and causing it to let Caitlin go. She fought her way back to the surface, spluttering. The mutant was right behind her.

"Hey! Tall, dark, and ugly!" shouted Stone, firing a burst from his Grease gun into its back. It bellowed and swam right for him. He emptied his magazine into the thing, wounding it badly but failing to stop it. It reached him and raked its claws across his chest. Had he not been wearing combat armor, he'd have been a dead man. Even so, he was injured severely and had no way of stopping it before it struck again.

The ZAP of an energy weapon came from behind the creature, and it disintegrated with a hideous cry. Stone saw Caitlin floating behind where it had just been, her customized plasma pistol still smoking. She put an arm around him and helped him over to the cave where Rachel had taken shelter. Grunting, she hoisted him up and then followed him. She then took out a Super Stimpak and injected him.

"Ahh," sighed Stone. "Thanks, I owe you one." He sat up and reloaded his weapon.

"No sweat,' said Caitlin. "You bailed me out too, remember. What the hell kind of mutant was that?"

"Dunno. Never seen or heard of anything like it. Maybe the only people who've seen them never lived to tell anyone. Or maybe nobody believed them."

"Does it matter? Let's not stick around here to see if any more of them show up. And Rachel's getting away." She pulled him to his feet and drew her needler pistol again while he took out a flashlight and taped it under his submachinegun's barrel. Then they took off down the tunnel after Rachel.

Rachel reached a 4-way intersection. She could hear her pursuers' voices and footsteps in the tunnel behind her, coming up fast. With no time to think, she just raced on straight ahead. The tunnel she had taken was curving around hard to the right.

Rachel's sharp eyes spotted the trap in the flare's light right before she would have stepped on it. Right in her path lay a cleverly concealed pit with sharp wooden poles sticking up from the bottom, surrounded by the bones of rodents. Had she not stopped just short of it, she would have been impaled on them. Cautiously, she bypassed the pit. Before she continued, she had an inspired thought. She knelt down, reached into the pit, and pried one of the poles loose. Now that she had a weapon of sorts, she kept going, keeping a wary eye out for more traps.

The mercs reached the intersection and looked around. "Which way did she go?" asked Caitlin.

"That way," said Stone, pointing straight ahead. A trail of wet, muddy footprints led away down the tunnel.

"Hey, there she is!" Caitlin pointed down the tunnel to the right, where Rachel had just rounded the bend. Rachel stopped in her tracks and dashed back around the corner right before Caitlin fired, putting a tranquilizer needle into the cave wall.

"The tunnel must loop around! We've got her trapped now. You go that way, I'll go this way." The two of them split up.

Stone rushed ahead and soon encountered Rachel, who was on her way back. She stopped in the middle of the tunnel twenty feet from him, caught in the flashlight's beam and clutching her sharpened pole. She could hear Caitlin approaching quickly from the other direction. "We've got you surrounded," he said. "It's over, Rachel."
 
The hoard approaches, Alex's onslaught continues.

(I know I haven't posted in sometime, life has been very busy.)

Halfway between Redding and the Den
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Sal stood up from the campfire, it was dark outside. He had just polished off a bottle of rotagen Rum and was going for a beer in the back of the wagon that he had two brahmin pull during the day.

"Ah, this is the way to live. Stars, the night air. No body out tah' fuck with me or my stuff. Just me and the night air." Sal said to himself, he tossed the empty bottle aside and walked over to relieve himself before retrieving his next drink.

Sal was a traveling merchant, like many out there he lived to barter. Thats all he ever wanted to do and so thats what he did.

Sal finished up and walked over to his wagon, he had his pipe rifle at his side at all times in the wilderness for protection and he prided himself on the fact that he never once needed to use it. Until tonight.

As Sal rummaged through some supplies he could hear what sounded like a large crowd approaching. From the darkness he could hear the scuffle of many feet and the sounds of many heavy breaths.

"Who's out there?" Sal demanded, the simple man gripped his pipe rifle out of fear.

As the thousands of individuals became visible from the glow of the campfire, Sal could see out of the corner of his eye that many of them were now eating his brahmin alive.

"You all get the fuck back!!" Sal fired a shot into the crowd, and it was if he had never fired. There was no reaction from them, they only approached him faster, until they were in a dead run for him.

The simple merchant's screams could be heard in the darkness for a few moments and then ceased. The campfire continued burning, and anyone watching close enough could see Sal stand up moments after his death to join the ranks of his murderers. And so the hoard marched on...

Vault City- Night
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Alex had taken cover inside of ruined buildings for hours hoping to somehow gain a more strategic position, but it would never come. Alex knew that the Enclave had already pushed the remaining defenders of the city into the "Alamo" as he called it. They needed to see results from the outside, so that they could mount a decent resistance, maybe even regain some of the ground that they had lost.

Alex took a deep breath, there was an APC just outside of the building that he was taking shelter in. That would be his target, his aim was to make the Enclave plain shit themselves.

"HA HA!! Goddamn I love this!" Alex charged with such determination and superhuman force, slamming his shoulder into the side of the APC and sending it over on its side. The impact caused a shockwave that knocked soldiers within 50 feet off of balance and onto their asses.

Alex proceeded to tear the APC apart from the bottom out to the top which was now open to assault. The 'uber-mutant' ripped and punched at the belly of the metal beast and with his strength, in a matter of moments had torn through the dura-steel and out the other side to greet the soldiers that stood in sheer horror. (Alex essentially pulled an Incredible Hulk.)

"Well, well, well. Look who got angry!!" Alex bellowed. The Enclave troops huddled about pointed their weapons at the monster, but many were visibly scared to death; even though their armor. Some dropped their weapons altogether, and others just ran in fear.

Alex ripped a large exhaust apparatus from the APC and charged into the troopers. Swinging left and right with such anger, his titan like strength sent men flailing through the air.

As Alex began round two with the Enclave, Valice lay still unconscious under the rubble of a collapsed building. But, in his dreams he stirred, his rage would not be stopped. He stirred restlessly...
 
Under Siege; The Perils of Rachel

"It's a pity we can't get this new weapon out of here and back to the Brotherhood," said Garret.

"Actually, there might be a way," said Amy. She told him about the possible air duct escape route.

"If so, then all hope need not die with us. We've done a lot of damage to the Enclave forces, and they'll need time to regroup after this. If we can duplicate this weapon and make some more, it could help tip the balance back towards our side. Kent, I want you and your Senior Initiate to escort this woman, her friends, and her piece of Enclave technology to the Brotherhood when they leave. They must get through. Try our bunker in NCR; it's a lot closer than Lost Hills."

"We'll be going by way of New Reno. We have to rescue Rachel first."

Ben nodded. "What about the prisoners?" he asked. "When we evacuate the medical lab, where do we put them?"

"How about the ammo storage room? What little ammo we have left can probably be carried out in a single footlocker. There's a good lock on the door that can keep them in."

"That sounds like a good idea, but I don't know about putting them together. That'll be good for the Enclave spy. The mercenary is wounded and less of a threat, so we can probably just stick him in a regular room and watch him."

"Great. I'd better get back downstairs." Amy got back in the elevator, returned to the command center, and reported her conversation with the Steel Knights to the others.

"I'm sorry, Eldon," said Harold, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I know how much you wanted a home, but it looks like the Citizenship I gave you doesn't mean much now."

"On the contrary," said Eldon. "It means more now than ever." He went back to watching the battle on the monitor and saw Alex demolish the APC. "I guess he didn't realize the vehicles are on our side now." The remaining APCs had run out of ammo, and had to resort to ramming Enclave soldiers at high speeds.

Major Halle Richter floated above the battlefield, watching in disgust as some of the troops broke discipline and routed. "Fight, you cowards!" she shouted. "Fight! He's just one guy!" She fired a flurry of shots from her Turbo Plasma Rifle into the back of a fleeing Enclave soldier, cutting him in half. The others paused in their flight and turned back to the fray. Fear worked both ways.

"Is there any way we can mount a counterattack?" asked Sergeant Stark.

"It would be mighty tough, son," said his father. "We don't have enough ammo left for a major thrust, and besides, we couldn't open the door again and leave that way. The Brotherhood scattered proximity grenades all down the tunnel leading out.

"What about the air ducts?"

"We could never get a large force through them."

"What about a small force?"

Just then, the building where Valice Reins lay buried erupted, rubble flying in all directions as the hideous monstrosity within arose and let out a piercing howl of rage that tore through the night sky.

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"Stay back!" cried Rachel, pointing her improvised spear at Craig Stone.

He just laughed and stepped forward. "You think you can stop me, girl?" he sneered. "You don't stand a chance. I'm stronger than you, smarter than you-"

"Not another step, I'm warning you!"

Stone's eyes were focused on Rachel, whose soaked hospital gown was plastered to her body, and he didn't look where he was stepping. He fell right into the spiked pit that Rachel had made sure was between them, screaming as the sharpened wooden poles poked through him.

Rachel didn't waste any time. She ran right up to the edge of the pit and leapt across, just as Caitlin fired her needler through the spot where she had been standing. Rachel hit the ground running and rounded the bend before Caitlin could fire again.

Caitlin stopped short of the pit and looked inside to see Stone groaning in agony. "I'll have you out of there in a snap," she said, bending down. "You've got to stop getting hurt like this. I'm running low on stims."

Rachel reached the intersection again and this time turned right, heading down the tunnel that had originally been on her left, the only path she had not explored. It wound onwards for a while in a zigzag fashion. She felt a slight breeze coming from ahead of her, so there had to be a way out in this direction.

The tunnel widened into a large, round cavern. Squeaking and skittering sounds echoed around Rachel. When she reached the middle of it, her flare sputtered and died. She discarded it and gripped her pole with both hands, pausing while her eyes adjusted to the dark. She could sense dim moonlight in the distance ahead - and several pairs of glowing red eyes all around her.

Rachel gasped as a large rat scampered out of the darkness right towards her. She stabbed downwards, skewering the critter. It squealed and expired, and then the other rats charged from the darkness. Rachel spun about, impaling the rats around her. She yelped when one bit her ankle from behind, then jabbed it until it died. Only one rat remained, and it rushed her.

Rachel's breath left her when she saw the sheer size of the molerat bearing down on her. She just had time to set her pole before it slammed into her and knocked her on her back. She pierced its flesh, but lost her grip on the weapon and watched helplessly as it slid across the cave floor, out of reach.

The huge rodent, apparently the mother of the other rats, crawled across Rachel's prone body, pinning her to the ground. She reached desperately behind her for anything she could use as a weapon. Her fist closed around a large rock, and she brought it up and bashed the molerat that was sitting on her chest. Blood flowed, but it was far from finished. It opened its jaws wide and lunged for her throat.

Rachel screeched and jammed the rock into the molerat's open mouth. Then she wrapped both arms around its jaws and grappled with it. Grunting, she managed to flip it over and started pounding its head on the ground. It scratched her a bit, but she held fast and continued to batter the molerat. Finally, it stopped struggling and fell limp.

Breathing heavily, Rachel stood and retrieved her pole. Then she hobbled into the wind, soon emerging from the cave mouth and into a wide open area. The cave entrance was set into a rocky slope. A narrow stream of water flowed down it, spilling onto the dirt. Rachel leaned her weapon against the rocks and washed the gunk from her hands. Then she cupped them, held them under the water, and drank her fill. She had been getting very thirsty, and this relieved her parched throat.

Rachel grabbed up her makeshift spear, washed the blood and gore from it, and ran off in a random direction into the darkness. There were still a few deformed trees nearby, and from one branch dangled a ripe green fruit a couple of feet above her head. She was hungry too, and hadn't eaten since lunchtime. She stuck it with her pole and yanked it off, then grabbed it with her free hand. She ate on the run, juice dribbling down her chin.

The ground grew increasingly soft and muddy, and Rachel soon realized that she had lost her abductors. Still, she could not afford to stop and rest yet, however much she wanted to, or they might track her down. She forced herself onwards, her limbs hurting with every step.

As Rachel ran across a boggy patch of sand, her left foot sank into it. When she put her right leg down, it went in to mid-calf. With extreme effort, she freed her left foot and took another stride, her left leg sinking knee-deep. She halted, unable to take another step, and tried to turn back. She was able to swivel around and face the way she had come, but in the process the muddy sand rose up her thighs and reached her hips.

"Oh, no!" Rachel moaned. "Quicksand!" She knew that the more she struggled, the faster she would sink, so she stopped moving. She saw to her alarm that she was still sinking, albeit more slowly. Safe ground was only about fifteen feet away, but she could see no way to reach it. She closed her eyes, trying to shut in her tears, and tilted her head towards heaven in prayer.

When Rachel opened her eyes again, as if in answer to her prayers, she saw a large tree branch far overhead attached to a massive tree growing nearby. A vine dangled from the branch, about twelve feet long, ending a few feet overhead. Rachel smiled, her hopes restored. She strained upwards with her pole as far as her arms would reach, but came up just an inch short. She mentally cursed her diminutive size; had she just been a little taller, she would have had it. She was still sinking too, and soon the vine would be permanently out of reach.

Rachel pushed herself to her limits one last time, and then slightly beyond them. The sharp end of the pole just poked through the bottom of the vine. Her efforts caused her to sink a little more, the quicksand now up to her waist, but gravity pulled the vine free of the branch and it fell onto her shoulders.

Rachel hastily tied the vine to the blunt end of the pole. She searched around and spotted a tree stump right on the edge of the quicksand. The combined length of the vine and the pole was barely enough to reach it. Holding the loose end of the vine in her left hand, she pulled her right arm back and hurled the pole like a javelin. It embedded itself deep in the stump. Rachel tested the vine and found it strong enough to bear her weight.

Rachel dragged herself hand over hand along the vine. This caused her to sink faster, but it couldn't be helped. If she could just reach the stump, she could pull herself free. By the time she made it five feet, the quicksand was up to the middle of her chest and the vine had sagged so that most of it was now submerged. Her arms were now partly covered too, but still she slogged on.

Rachel progressed another few feet, but now only her head and shoulders were exposed to the air. Then the worst happened: the vine finally snapped under the weight of the quicksand and the force of Rachel's pull. She was left holding the useless end of the vine clutched in her hand, which she could no longer even open. "Nooooo..." she wailed, still sinking. The quicksand covered her shoulders, leaving her buried up to her neck.
 
Down and out.

The caravan had retrieved their arms, from the NCR. Buster was more than sympathetic to their cause, and Ryans status with the arms dealing midget, greatly aided the Ghoul, in aquiring Firearms, and ammunition. Buster hisself was so moved, that he himself, had joined the caravan. With him, he brought a platoon sized troop, of NCR Rangers. The NCR higher-ups were more than willing, to send a small detatchment of troops, to assist with securing the besieged Broken Hills.

Dulton had remained silent, after revealing a small fragment of his past. The Ex-Brotherhood Paladen was a stern man. His face tanned by exposure to the sun. He was silent throughout the treck.

The caravan approached the vista that overlooked brokenhills. Ryan immediatly knew that something wasnt right. Ryan immediatly identified the thick layer of black smoke that hovered over brokenhills.

Quickly, Ryan withdrew a teliscopic monicle, and used the 5x magnification to observe the empty streets of brokenhills. Ryan put the monicle away, and then, he turned to the carivan. "Lock and load... LOCK AND LOAD!" he shouted, as he withdrew his own weapon.

The NCR rangers had already drawn their weapons, at the signs of danger, that surrounded them. Dulton steped forward, withdrawling his own weapon. a Needeler.

"Listen up!" he said. "Clearing the town comes first. Don't look for loved ones, Don't look for family, Find the enemy! their will be time to sort the dead later."

Dultan than began to issue a battle plan. This was an area, that Ryan was very stunted. The battle plan included two interies, one from the south, and one from the east, where the redemption had origionally attacked. The east entry time was briefed on the possability of Emprovised traps, but the eastern entery point was of much importants.

The south entery team was to head through the town, house to house, to snuff out the enemy, and to look for survivors that may be held up in the buildings. a fire team was also derived from the two squads, two NCR rangers, one of the broken hills citizen, and buster, were ordered to take an overwatch position on the clifs that overlooked the mine, to provide an overwatch. They quickly armed themselves with an assortment of DSK-Sniper rifles, and Assault rifles, began to beat feet to their objective.

At that, the other two squads sprung into action. Squad 1, heading for the south enterance, Ryan leading this team into battle, And team 2 moved, to the eastern flank of the town, they were lead by dulton.


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Gabe had explained to the brotherhood, their plight, and begged the brotherhood for passage for him, and his party to the Den. After a moment of deliberation, they agreed. Kagel had dragged the wounded sniper, Paladin Lathow, into the building, and Gabe had left, to round up his party.

The Supermutant had joined forces with the Ex Enclave soldier, and he knew that this would cause complications. He then charged through the streets, barreling. He knew the house that the Ranger, and Charley had held up in. As he entered the stairwell. "Coming up!" he shouted, and the ranger responded "Gotcha!" he said, as gabe then filled the ranger in, on the situation, and their transportation, and an explaination on the enclave soldiers presence.

Gabe then turned to the soldier "I'm going to have to ask you to remove your armor..." the soldier responded "I can't do that... My armor is a valuable resorce" Gabe than snapped "That resorce lables you as enclave, and that endangers your entire party. You can remove your armor, or walk away, and face the wastes alone, and a whole lot of pissed off waistlanders."

The enclave soldier agreed, and then began to remove the power armor. He removed the helmat, revieling his pale, bald head, on his forehead, a Green barcode. He then removed the rest of the armor. Under which, he wore a Polyester sheeted grey jumpsuit. He was forced to go to the vertibird barefoot. Leaving the powerarmor on the ground, aswell as his weapons, which gabe had instructed him to leave behind. "What a find" he though, To wonder through the remains of a mining town, and find powerarmor on the ground. They then, proceeded to beat feet to the brotherhood vertibird.
 
In Over Her Head; Rage Against the Machine

Rachel Wright tried not to panic, but she knew she was a goner. The quicksand was slowly rising up her neck, and she couldn't think of any way out.

No, there was one way out. She didn't like it, but she had no choice. She wanted to live. She would deal with the consequences later.

"HELP ME!!!" Rachel screamed as loud as she could. "I'm over here! Come get me!" She knew her kidnappers were out there looking for her, and the only way she could escape the quagmire was if they found her. She continued to shout, but she heard no response and couldn't see them anywhere. She sank up to her chin, and she was forced to lean her head back to keep her mouth from being covered as long as possible.

Time passed with agonizing slowness. Soon the quicksand was tugging at Rachel's cheeks, pulling her under. "Hurry!" she cried. "I can't hold out much longer!"

Rachel heard footsteps approach, though she couldn't see who was making them. Still, she knew who it had to be. "That's quite a mess you've gotten yourself into," said Stone. He and Caitlin stopped at the edge of the quicksand.

"I'll get her out of there," said Caitlin, taking out a length of rope. She hastily tied it around her waist and gave the free end to her partner. He held it tight while she began to wade into the quicksand.

Rachel took a deep breath, then clenched her eyes and her jaw shut as she was dragged ever downwards. She could feel the quicksand closing over her face. Finally, she was completely submerged and she could no longer breathe. She struggled to stay conscious, but it was futile. In the end, she passed out from lack of air.

Caitlin reached the spot where Rachel had gone under and plunged her arms deep into the quicksand. She managed to get them under Rachel's armpits and gripped her securely. "I've got her!" she called. "Pull us out!"

Stone pulled the rope as quickly as he could, sweating profusely. Though Rachel and Caitlin were slim, their combined weight was enough that his muscles strained with the effort. He managed to pull the women to the edge of the quicksand. Caitlin dragged Rachel onto dry land, set her down, and wiped the muck from her face, clearing her blocked nose. "Damn!" she said. "She's not breathing!"

Stone pushed her aside, bent over Rachel, and began administering mouth-to-mouth, pumping her chest between every few breaths. Several tense seconds went by before Rachel began to cough weakly. Stone grinned, then put his lips around hers one more time. Rachel's eyes flickered open and she squirmed.

"You can stop now," said Caitlin, crossing her arms and shaking her head.

Stone broke off. "Yeah, I know," he said. "After what she's put us through, I think I'm entitled."

Rachel found her voice at last. "Couldn't resist stealing a kiss, huh?" she said. "Didn't you pay a high enough price for the last one?"

Caitlin raised an eyebrow. "So that's how she got you to take the duct tape off," she said.

"Never mind that," said Stone. He picked Rachel up, one arm under her knees and the other supporting her back. Her arms hung limply, and she was too weak to walk on her own or try to escape again. "Come on, Rachel. Let's go get you cleaned off." He carried her away from the quicksand that had nearly claimed her life, with Caitlin following close behind.

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"A small force could get out," said Senior Councilmember Stark. "The little ammo we have left would last longer too. I don't know that a small force could do enough damage, though."

"The Brotherhood also has a few Super Sledges," said Eldon. "Those don't need ammo and can be useful against the ground troops if they get in close. Won't help against the flying guys any, of course."

"No, we'd have a better chance of fighting them in the confines of the Vault, where they can't make much use of their mobility and they would be vulnerable to the Super Sledges."

"You're forgetting something," said Harold. "The Enclave forces would see you emerge from the air vent, and could then get into the Vault that much easier and sooner. Even if you could get out somewhere they wouldn't spot you, you wouldn't be able to get back inside again without them noticing and finding the air vent."

"But we've got to do something!" said Sergeant Stark.

"I know. I'm going to have to think about this."

Outside the Vault, Valice Reins charged straight for Alex. Any Enclave soldiers unfortunate enough to get in his way were batted aside effortlessly, knocked over like bowling pins. An APC under SkyNet's control set an intercept course and zoomed at him. Valice leapt in the air and came down on top of it with amazing force, his feet forming dents in the metal. He ripped the hatch off of its hinges, flung it away, and dropped inside. He smashed open the consoles and ripped out wires, until the vehicle's engine died and it coasted to a halt. Then he pulled himself out of the wrecked APC and, with a mighty roar, continued singlemindedly towards his target.
 
John Waters

Gabe led his party to the building, in which the three brotherhood(Plus Paliden Lathow), and the dead initiate, had held up. Schrike had taken up an orbiting position, over the block, He was awaiting the orders to land. The street was bairly wide enough to land a vertibird, but schrike was more than confident in his piloting abilities. As the supermutant lead the way, through the back door, his three co-horts fallowed. Gabe stoped for a moment, Kagel eyed the mutant.

"Well Mutie?" Kagel said

"This is it." gabe said

Kagel had then began to Eye the ex enclave soldier.

"Whats your name?" she asked him.

"John Waters" the ex enclave soldier said.

"Enclave...." She said, eyeing the barcode on his forehead.

Gabe quickly interjected, to Waters defence
"Ex - Enclave. I watched him Dust one of his squadmates."

Kagel than snapped "Mutie, You endanger my squad with his presence."

Waters than responded "I'm not your enemy!"

Kagel turned her DSK Carbine on waters.

Gabe than snapped.

"Come on! He's not your enemy! He's not a threat!"

Kagel remained stern. the weapon aimed at waters, Waters slowly presented his hands.

Kagel than responded "Your coming... In restraints. Stephan, Hogg tie this SOB."
 
Prisoners

Benjamin Kent and Angus walked into the command center, each holding one of Spike's arms. He walked with a slight limp, but he had healed enough that he could probably have managed on his own. "Where do you want him?" asked Ben.

"I know where I want him," muttered Stark.

"Hey, why don't you let me join the fight?" asked the merc.

"Mainly because I don't trust you with a weapon."

"I'm good with a gun, and my leg's doing much better. Give me a chance, man. I want to help make things right."

Stark grumbled. "Yeah, right."

"Look, I know you don't believe me. I don't blame you. But at least fighting back beats just waiting around to die. And if we survive, I want to settle the score with Stone and O'Hara. Your backs are to the wall here. Let's face it, you guys need all the help you can get."

Valerie scratched her chin. "Hmm," she said. "He does have a point."

"Oh, you can't be serious!" said Stark. "Uh, ma'am," he added hastily.

"I'm not so keen on the idea either," said Harold, "but I don't see that we have much choice. I'm placing him under your command, Sergeant. You can keep an eye on him. If he steps out of line, you have my permission to take whatever action is necessary."

"Well, when you put it that way, First Citizen..." Stark loomed over Spike. "Listen up, recruit! I own your ass now! When I give an order, you obey it without question and without hesitation! Do I make myself clear?"

Spike gulped. "Uh, yeah, Sergeant," he said.

"I can't hear you!"

Spike snapped to attention. "Yes, Sergeant!"

"You're one sorry excuse for a soldier...but I suppose you'll have to do."

The assembled crowd watched the battle continue to unfold on the monitors. Valice Reins charged full tilt into Alex, slamming him back into a damaged wall which crumbled under the impact. The mutant shook his head and rushed Valice. The battle was joined once more.

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"Please," begged Rachel as Stone carried her, "don't do this to me..."

"You're wasting your breath," said Stone.

Rachel lowered her voice so that Caitlin couldn't hear. "We both know you want me."

"Yeah, so? Everyone wants stuff they can't have."

"But you can have me." Rachel forced a smile.

"It'd be the last thing I ever did. You belong to Johnny Bishop now."

"We could run off together, just you and me. I know where we could go that the Bishops would never find us."

"Nice try. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. If I tried that, I'd wake up dead one morning. If the Bishops didn't kill me, you sure would."

Rachel made an effort to lift her hand and touch Stone's arm. "I'd never do that. I think we've really got something here."

"Shut up. I'm not falling for another of your tricks, Rachel."

"You'll never know for sure, will you? If you turn me over and they make me marry Johnny Bishop, you'll always wonder about what might've been." Rachel sighed. "Too bad."

"Yeah, too bad." As much as Stone desired Rachel, he wanted to keep his head attached to his neck more. "Completing this job will get me in good with the Bishops. Maybe Johnny will let me borrow you sometime."

Rachel felt sick to her stomach. A moment later, she recalled that Johnny was so jealous and possessive that he wouldn't share her with anyone. All the same, she didn't look forward to belonging to him, either.

Soon they arrived at a watering hole, a small pond surrounded on three sides by vertical cliff walls. Stone tossed Rachel into the water. She yelped as she splashed into the pond and was fully immersed. She stood up, choking and spluttering. The murky water rose up to the her chest, just showing the top of her cleavage.

Caitlin chuckled. "Wash yourself off," she ordered. "Then it's my turn."

Rachel looked down at her Vault City hospital gown. It was now torn, muddy, and hopelessly ruined. Stone whistled at her as she shrugged out of it and discarded it. She covered herself with her arms, glad that the water was opaque enough that he couldn't see through it. She scrubbed herself off, cleansing herself of the disgusting mix of quicksand and the ooze from that terrifying creature. Then she wrung out her hair as best she could.

"Okay, Rachel," said Stone when Rachel finished. "Come on out of there."

Rachel cleared her throat. "Do you mind?" she asked.

"No, I don't mind one bit." Stone ogled her, and she groaned. "Are you going to come out, or do I have to come in after you?"

"Turn around first."

"Yeah, like I'd turn my back on you."

"You just want to peep, you pervert."

Caitlin drew her needler pistol and pointed it at Rachel. "It's okay, Craig," she said. "Turn around. I've got her covered." Stone looked disappointed, but he did as she said. With her free hand, Caitlin pulled a towel and a clean gown from her pack. "I swiped a spare before we left the medical lab."

"No peeking," said Rachel as she emerged from the water. She took the towel from Caitlin, wrapped it around her body, and dried herself off. "Thank you. For getting him to look away, I mean."

"I didn't do it for you."

Rachel wiped her hair and shook it, then dropped the towel and put on the new gown. "I can tell you weren't always bitter and cold. Someone must have hurt you pretty bad to make you this way."

"Shut up. You don't know anything about me."

"Anyway, what you did really means a lot to me. It makes this really hard."

"Makes what really hard?"

"This." Rachel twisted Caitlin's wrist so that she dropped the needler, while at the same time punching her in the throat. Caitlin collapsed gasping, and Rachel bolted past her. She could hear Stone's footsteps chasing after her, and they were gaining.

Stone seized Rachel from behind, spun her around, and grabbed her wrists. "Surrender, Rachel!" he said.

"Never!" Rachel slammed her kneecap as hard as she could into Stone's crotch. Even with his combat armor, the impact still stunned him. The fact that he had a hard-on only made it more painful. Rachel broke free of his grip and ran as fast as her legs would carry her.

A crack echoed behind Rachel, and something sharp hit her in the back at high speed. "NO!" she cried as the tranquilizer flowed through her bloodstream. She kept running for a few seconds, pumping her arms and legs furiously, but they quickly felt heavier. Stone caught up with her and tackled her to the ground. Rachel shrieked, stopping herself with her hands to protect her face. Then she slumped over, her strength rapidly deserting her. "No!" she screamed, sobbing, "Nooooo..."

Stone kissed Rachel on the neck, and she cringed. "You're going to make a very beautiful bride, Rachel," he whispered into her ear, leering at her. All she could do was whimper as he took out the duct tape and bound her arms behind her back again. Her vision went dark, and she could barely feel him wrapping the tape around her ankles. It was the last sensation she had for some time.

"That's it," said Caitlin when she caught up to them. "I'm not going through all that again. She stays drugged the rest of the way to Reno."

"No arguments here," said Stone. "She sure is a handful. Hope Johnny Bishop knows what he's getting himself into."
 
"First time in a vertibird?"

John waters was quickly slapped down, in flexCuff, by stephan. Waters cooperated seemlessly.

As this happened, Schrike, opeating on orders, had landed in the street. Standing up, he walked from the cockpit, to the troop compartment, and opened the side door. As he did, a fixed door mount swung down. Mounted to the bent steel bars, and springs, was a bracket that bound two miniguns to one platform, Fed from one large belt baring Hopper.

Schrike had reached into the overhead weapon rack, and withdrew a 5mm Assault Rifle (Ext. Cap), and readied the weapon, waiting for the squad, and the Mutant, and his party. the engines were still fired, the turbines spinning idle.

Gabe was the first into the street, the minigun pointed down range, charly fallowed closely, nearly clinging to the mutants leg. Stephan dragged Xi, on an old quilt, scavenged from the building. behind Xi, was the Ranger, carrying the headless corpse of the Initiate, Leo. Behind the Ranger, came Kagel, Carrying the Shooter, Paliden Lathow. Charley was the first in the vertibird, Fallowed by Stephan, and Xi.

Charley sat down, and cliped his self in, with the restraints, though the child was still loosly harnesed, in the adult sized aperatus. Xi was strapped to the floor, via I loop. Stephan sat down across from the child, not clipping his self in. The child sat stairing at the combat armor clad man. Stephan looked to the child. "Hi there" Stephan said. Charley didnt respond. The ranger was the third, carrying the headless corpse of the initiate. He was layed on the floor, loosley restricted to the floor, by nylon straps. The ranger sat down, next to Charley, his weapon in hand.

John waters exited the building, his hands restrained behind his back.
He fallowed kagel, who stopped in the street. She then instructed Gabe, and Waters to enter the Vertibird. Gabe assisted Waters into the airship, and then crouched. The crouched mutant squeezed into the vehicle. At that, Kagel entered the vehicle, and schrike closed the vertibird's door / ramp. Schrike then instructed the passengers to buckle themselves in. They did, Except for gabe, who was incapable of straping his self to a saftey restraint. Schrike quickly entered the cockpit, and strapped his self in. Disregarding any further safty precautions, he began the take-of sequince. Stephan began to speak to charley

"This is your first time in a vertibird?" Already knowing the answer.

Charley spoke to the young initiate "Uh-huh"

"You'll love it." said kagel, as she strapped Lathow into a seat.
 
Enemy at the Gates

Halle Richter flew over the last APC, firing her Turbo Plasma Rifle repeatedly into its left tread. The vehicle ground to a halt, immobilized and powerless. "All right!" she cheered, pumping her fist in the air.

Below her, Rex grinned evilly. He saw that Valice Reins and Alex had resumed their epic battle. His master should keep the powerful mutant quite busy. "Onward to the Vault, boys!" He pointed his arm at the hole in the mountain, and the Enclave's ground forces rushed forward.

Explosions rang out, and soldiers in Advanced Power Armor were flung across the battlefield. Rex called a halt. "Proximity charges," he said. "Very clever. Clear 'em out with frag grenades!" His troops lobbed grenades ahead of them as they advanced, setting off the proximity grenades harmlessly when they detonated. They managed to clear a path up to the Vault door in this manner without incurring any further losses.

"We've reached the Vault door," came a voice on Rex's radio. "It's been sealed, and the control console is fried. How are we going to get in?"

"Don't worry, soldier. We expected this." Rex opened a frequency to Easy Company. "Easy Company, front and center!" The elite unit landed in front of him and assembled. Rex was pleased to see that they had only suffered a single casualty, and that one due to a lucky shot. "Go in there and use your weapons to drill through the Vault door," he ordered. It would take a lot of ammo, but that was why they had brought it. The soldiers of Easy Company saluted and ran into the tunnel, their Hammers at the ready.

Richter descended, landed next to Rex, and saluted. "Ah, Lieutenant Colonel Richter," he said, returning the salute. "Good to see you."

"I don't mean to point out your mistake, sir," she said, "but it's Major Richter."

'No mistake, Colonel. You've earned this promotion. You can swap out your oak leaves when we get back to HQ."

"Yes, sir!" Richter clicked her heels.

"You did a great job. Victory is within our grasp at last!"

Victory? she thought. Another victory like this and we'll be ruined! This was indeed a Pyrrhic victory. They had brought thirty vertibirds, and all but hers had been destroyed. Her own vertibird had been badly damaged, but it was no doubt repaired by now. All of their APCs had been wrecked, and at their own hands to boot. They had come with well over a thousand soldiers in Advanced Power Armor, and only a hundred or so remained. The Shinobi had fared better in terms of percentages, though there were just about seventy of them left now, including the 24 members of Easy Company. The Enclave would have to regroup before it could mount another offensive, especially one of this scale. Vault City had put up a much tougher defense than any of them had expected. Still, only the combined forces of the NCR and the Brotherhood of Steel could possibly threaten the Enclave now. Their plans to neutralize that threat were already in motion, however, so it wouldn't be a problem for long.

"Sir!" the captain of Easy Company said to Rex over the radio. "Drilling is underway. It's midnight now, and we should breach the Vault door by 0900 hours."

"Excellent." Rex rubbed his huge hands. He could hardly wait for the massacre to come.

In the bowels of the Vault, Harold listened in on the Enclave's communications and informed those assembled in the command center. "We've got about nine hours before they penetrate the Vault," he said.

Amy trembled and leaned on Jack. "Is there anything we can do?" she asked, stifling a yawn.

"It has been a long day. Maybe you guys ought to get some rest. I have a feeling you're going to need it."
 
Rank Reading Mutie

The vertibird rumbled, as the machinery began to enguage. The turbines spinning quickly, kicking up dust under the aircraft. Those that werent latched in, quickly found themselves clipping themselves into the three point harnesses.

Charley had an uneasy grin on his face. He was very unsure of the Craft, though trusted his caretakers in their descision to board the craft.

The vertibird lifted from the tightly packed dirt, of the road way. The downwerd thrust propelling the black craft above the ground, and quickly above the tops of the crudley constructed buildings.

Schrike watched as the digitle altimeter wound up. He pushed forward on the yoke- the craft tilting forward, and the turbines propelling the craft forward, at a steady rate.

Kagel stood. She remained unlatched. The powerarmor was too bulkey for these spicific harneses. She grabbed onto a handrail- that was facined to the metalic celing of the craft. This rail lead through the crawl-space, to the cockpit. Kagel fallowed the rail, into the cockpit.

Schrike looked over his shoulder for a split-second- hearing her coming.

"Ma'am?"

Kagel than spoke "Set a course for the Den."

"Yes Ma'am" Schrike responded.



Stephan looked to the supermutant.

"Hey Mutie. I didn't know that there were too many Super's in redding."

Gabe looked from his arms, as he sat in the back of the crawlspace, against the rear retaining wall, to the young initiate.
"I didn't live in redding, if thats what you mean."

The young initiate than responded "I figured so. Just out of curiosity - Where did you live?"

Gabe sighed, and then responded "Broken Hills."

Stephan smiled. "I lived there for a few years. Childhood; Ya'know. It was a great place to live; I thought."

Gabe sighed again - his eyes heavy "Was..."

Stephan looked at the mutant, with a grimice "What do you mean by Was?"

Gabe remained silent for a moment, though broke his own silence
"Well, Brokenhills has fallen into strange times. Frequent animal attacks, Reciently, their have been isolated insidents... Resulting...in...deaths"

Stephan than spoke "Like redemption?"

"Well... I killed one of the attackers.. Everything got quiet"

"Mutie; Brokenhills got hit again. They repelled that attack. We havent herd anything from brokenhills; so - I guess ignorance is bliss."

"I hope your right."

"Know whats odd about all of this redemption business?"
asked stephan

"Whats that?"
said gabe

"New Reno. I mean, New Reno is unfortified. Theirs nothing to stop the enclave, and redemption from just waltzing in."

"Reno's gone to hell."

"It wasnt before?"

"Well; The Bishop family preformed a Coup. Everything went to hell. The mordino's got hit hard by who I presume were the Wrights, The salvitore maffia snuffed out the Writhgts, and the Bishops dusted the Salvitore's. Its a big bloody mess."

"Well, thats three families you don't need to worry about."

"Salvitores and Mordino's deserved it... But Pa' Wright was my friend. I knew the old Coot for many years. We did alot of business."

"You delt with the wrights?"

"I helped ship hooch to broken hills, for many years. "

"A boozing mutie?"

"A...booze transporting mutant. Not to say that I havent hit the bottle reciently. Whats your name; Initiate? "

"A rank reading mutie?"

"Yes, I can read brotherhood rank... "

"My name's Stephan.... You?"

"Gabe."

"Well gabe... Do you want to know what I think?"

"What do you think?"

"I think... That the bishop's made a deal with the devil"
 
Unholy Alliance; After Midnight

The vertibird had set down in an empty stretch of wasteland not far from New Reno. In front of it stood a man in Fusion Power Armor flanked by two Enclave soldiers in Advanced Power Armor. Angela Bishop approached them, accompanied by her trusted bodyguards and a nondescript-looking young woman with short black hair. This was the same plot of ground where the Enclave had met secretly with the Salvatores thirty years ago.

"Ah, good," said the man in Fusion Power Armor, checking his chronometer. "Midnight. Right on time. Which one of them is the assassin?"

Angela Bishop motioned the other woman forward. "Jen here is our best hitter," she said.

"Really? She looks so harmless."

"Good, she's supposed to. Rest assured, she is far from it. So, who do you want whacked?"

"You cut straight to the point. I like that. Your target is Congresswoman Pamela Darkwater."

"Sounds like a real challenge," said Jen. "Captain Tycho keeps security around her tight, and it won't be easy to infiltrate Junktown."

"It wouldn't, but fortunately you won't have to. She will be traveling to the capital of the Republic before long for an important vote. That's where we want the hit done. And it must be done before the vote takes place."

"There are a few things I don't understand," said Angela Bishop. "First, why can't you just kill her yourselves? You certainly have the firepower."

"Our hand must not be seen in this...not yet, anyway. Darkwater has many enemies, and it is best if everyone is kept guessing which one did it. Even if the assassination is traced back to you, this sort of thing is expected of the Bishops and nobody will read too much into it."

"I see. But doesn't Darkwater lead the opposition to the NCR's plan to raise an army? I'd think you wouldn't want that. Unless maybe you think martyring her will rally support to her cause, but that's far from a sure thing."

"Our reasons are none of your concern. Just get the job done."

"Very well. I trust the Redemption-infected hordes will continue to avoid my city as we agreed?"

"Of course. There will still be some token attacks on New Reno, enough to keep people from getting too suspicious, but nothing you can't handle. And when this contract is completed, we will supply you and your people with an antigen that will inoculate you against Redemption. There will be more work for you in the future, and more payment as well."

"Excellent." Angela Bishop grinned. Everything was coming together just as she had planned.

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"Permission to get back to my vertibird, sir?" asked Lieutenant Colonel Richter.

"Granted," said Rex. "You may take your leave."

"I'll give it a good going over, sir. See if I can find out what went wrong with the vehicles in the battle. Until I know I can trust it and its instruments again, I'll use manual controls and visual navigation only." Richter saluted and flew off towards the staging area.

In the Vault's command center, Sergeant Stark paced back and forth, worry evident on his face. "I don't know if I can sleep. I can't stop thinking about Rachel and what she must be going through. She must think we're all dead...and she may soon be right. Those scumbags who took her already have an eight hour headstart on us, and now they're going to have more."

"The bad guys have to stop and rest, too," said Eldon. "We'd need to sleep anyway, and we might as well do it here in relative comfort. Amy's a great tracker, and she can pick up their trail." He glanced about the room for her, but she had already left.

"That's true, I suppose. It's still frustrating being stuck here unable to do anything."

"Well," said Harold. "If you can't sleep yet, at least you can put that insomnia to good use and help me find you guys a way out of the Vault." He called up the Vault schematics on his terminal, and Stark walked over to help him.

"Sir, what did Paladin Garret mean about my destiny?" Angus asked Ben.

"Are you familiar with our prophecies of the Chosen One?" Ben asked.

"I've heard of them. I know the Chosen One's defeat of the Enclave was foretold in them, but I've never really studied them."

"Too busy with combat training and piloting lessons?" Ben asked with a wink. "Well, the prophecies have been fulfilled, but only in part. The Brotherhood had watched and aided the Chosen One's quest from the beginning. But the Chosen One is supposed to not only defeat the Enclave, but also end the threat they pose once and for all and restore the balance of power. With the Enclave resurgent, that clearly has not happened yet.

"The High Elder has studied the prophecies more than anyone and has come to the conclusion that there is more than one Chosen One. The first Chosen One did indeed defeat the Enclave thirty years ago and save Arroyo, thus fulfilling a portion of the prophecies. However, there will be a second Chosen One. Perhaps more than one; the prophecies are unclear on the matter. They don't give a timeframe, though, so there's no way of knowing when this will happen."

"But the High Elder thinks I'm this second Chosen One?"

"He thinks you might be. That's why you bear watching, to see how you turn out."

"I'm turning out great, sir! I'm the best pilot the Brotherhood has, and my battle skills are excellent and will only improve. It has to be me!"

"Your skills are outstanding, without question. But there is more to a man's development than that, young Angus. The most difficult battle each of us faces is the one we fight within ourselves. The struggle between good and evil is fought on the inside as well as the outside. Before we can defeat our enemies on the battlefield, we must overcome the evil within ourselves. The Brotherhood has been betrayed many times. More than a few Knights have deserted their positions and struck out on their own, against the wishes of the Council of Elders."

"I would never do that, sir! I would follow you anywhere, lay down my life for you!"

"I know that. But the internal fight against evil is never won completely. It is one that must be fought every day of our lives until the day we die. We must constantly be on our guard."

Jack walked down the corridor on level 2 of the Vault. This floor would be evacuated last, in the morning, and only after that would the elevator and the shaft be rigged to give the Enclave a warm welcome. He had wanted to see Amy, but she hadn't been in her living quarters. Perhaps she was still showing her new weapon around.

He walked into his own quarters, and was startled to see Amy lying in his bed. The sheets covered her up to her armpits, and she was wearing nothing but a smile. "Well, hey there," she said. "I was wondering when you would show up, darling."

"Well, that explains why you weren't in your own room," said Jack.

"Even with all the casualties we've taken, space is still at a premium and I thought we could double up."

"I can sleep on the couch if you like-"

Amy giggled. "Don't be silly, sweetie. You know what I want. I hope you don't think I'm being too forward, but...well...this could be our last night. We may not ever have another chance. And now that you don't have to worry about infecting me any more..." She beckoned him closer with her finger.
 
"What do you have against the bishop's anyway?"

Brokenhills
Dulton lead his team to the flanks of the town. the fire team moved swiftly, those not experienced in combat, quickly took note of the NCR Rangers. "Round in the Chamber, safety off" Dulton said, in a quiet, whisper. At his command, the team did so.

Dulton reached into his pack, withdrawling a pair of Binoculers, that featured a laser range finder. He activated the laser rangefinder, Dulton starred through the black binoculars that offered variable magnification. Dulton checked the entrance, that the redemption had created. he then pulled the binoculars away from his eyes. Through the darkness, they moved. Dulton ordering a rally on the Fence.

* * *

South entrance
Ryan and his team had already fallowed the road into the south entrance. tension ran high - the rangers seemed more collected, though the regulars looked as green as a mutant, straight from the vats.

Ryan looked for signs of violence. beyond the remnants of the previous fray, and spent casings, the south section of the town looked ontoutched. This made ryan feel all the more uneasy.

* * *
overlooking brokenhills
Buster and his fire team fallowed the overlooking ridgeline, the men armed with Long arms. The dwarf, Buster kept pace with the squad, that moved at a quick pace to their designated fire zone.


* * *

17 miles north of redding

Gabe looked puzzled, he found his self confused by stephan's statement.

"What do you mean by... Deal with the devil?"

Stephan leaned forward. "Well... In the first conflict with the enclave, The enclave had dealt with the Salvitores... Trading enclave hardware for chem's."

"Yeah?"

"The Enclave can't wage a war of extermination, without allys in the wastes."

Gabe smirked "I don't think that Angela Bishop would sink that low."

"Why not? I mean - If your going to hell - than side with the devil."

"Your kidding... I mean, the Bishop's cant be that stupid; I mean to think that the enclave would spare new reno, or the bishops... or angela for that matter."

"Well-" he was cut off- by Kagel.

"Are you pestering the supermutant, with your Bishop theory?"

Stephan chuckled. He seemed unphased by Leo's death.

"Just... one question" said gabe "How did you devise this theory?"

"History tends to repeat its self."
said stephan.


* * *

Mean-while, outside of New Reno

A Ghoul greenish sat next to a crackeling fire, constructed from wasteland flora. the ghoul was skinny, weighing less than 100 lbs. He was hairless, and his flesh rotting. he was 5,4 foot tall. Next to the ghoul was an older man, his hair black, and grey. He was in his late 40's. His face was tanned, by the waisteland sun. He was a thin, average sized man, at 170lbs, and 5,8 foot tall, Clad in a leather bomberjacket, layng over his lap, was a Bozaar, Sniper rifle.

(Edit for Leo in earlier post- I reffered to the Bozaar as a Squad automatic weapon. It is an anti-material/sniping weapon)

"So Jimmy" said the ghoul

"What do you have against Bishop anyway?"

"Angela bishop fucked my life over."

"How so?"
asked the ghoul

"She put a hit out on my wife."

"Why?"

"Bechause, she denied her boy's sexual advances"

"She had your wife killed... bechause- of her son... Hitting on your wife?"

"I nearly broke the boy's jaw."

"Oh... So...Whats the plan?"

"Kill the bitch."

"Jimmy, Thats crazy"

"What skeeter? Never offed mobsters?"

"Its Angela Bishop!"

"What does that mean? she's not human?"

"Jimmy... I'll stick with you, on this."

"Thanks' Skeet."
 
Mutants Allowed; Security Breach

Myron entered the command center. "All the wounded who could be moved have been relocated to this level of the Vault," he reported. "Also, Garret said to tell you that the welcome mat has been laid out. Whatever that means."

"Hee hee," said Eldon. "That one was my idea. See, what they did was coat the floor and walls of the airlock chamber with flamethrower fuel and electrify the floor. Then they sealed it up airtight and pumped it full of compressed, flammable gas. The instant the Enclave breaches that Vault door, it'll all blow up in their faces and down the tunnel. If their weapons fire doesn't ignite it, the sparks from the floor will."

"Cool. I'd like to watch that - from a safe distance, of course. Those are their best troops doing the drilling, so they'll catch the brunt of it. Oh, First Citizen, remember that FEV I've been using in my research?"

"How could I forget?" said Harold. "Just having that stuff around makes me nervous. We'd better destroy it so the Enclave can't get their hands on it."

"Actually, I've thought of a use for it."

"I don't think I like where this is going."

"Hear me out, First Citizen. If we can find some people willing to volunteer, we can use the FEV to transform them into super mutants! Having a bunch of them on our side would sure help even the odds, and the Enclave would never expect it. People from Vault City have a lower radiation count than normal, so they'll make good muties. Their mental faculties would be relatively unimpaired."

"I question whether anyone who would dip himself of his own free will has any mental faculties to begin with."

"I know it sounds crazy, but we can't win without them."

Harold sighed. "I can't believe I'm agreeing to this. If there were any other way, I wouldn't. If you can find anyone insane enough to voluntarily get dipped, you can go ahead and do it. But when you're done, destroy whatever FEV is left."

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Halle Richter landed next to her vertibird. "She's all fixed up, ma'am," said the head technician. "Airworthy, refueled, and rearmed."

"Good," she said. "I need to run a diagnostic on the computer systems."

"I could do that for you, ma'am."

"No thanks. I'd rather do it myself." Richter knew not to rely on subordinates if she wanted something done right. Besides, she didn't trust the tech and couldn't rule out sabotage yet. She sat in the cockpit and inspected the computer.

She quickly found the alterations to the IFF and Artificial Horizon systems, but there was no evidence of intrusion. She checked the logs and saw that someone had logged in remotely around that point in the dogfight. There was no evidence of any failed intrusion attempts, and whoever it was knew all the proper encryption keys and protocols. This hacker was good - too good. Either their encryption had been cracked, or there was a traitor in their midst.
 
(Edited post)

"Hey... Jim... How are you planning on doing this?"

"Easy skeet... This rifle has an effective range of almost three Kilometers"

"Three Kilometers? But... Its a line of sight weapon... What are you going to do with three kilometers of range?"

"I'm a very patient person"

"So.. youre going to wait for the chance to immerge?"

"Yuh-huh."

"Well... Very interesting."

"Yeah."

"Wouldn't you be more interested in Bishop's son?"

"The Bishop boy will get his."

At that Skeeter crained his head- hearing the shuffeling of clumsey footsteps, shuffeling through the grainey sand, over the mountionous desert terrain.

* * *

"Very true... Very true."

Gabe reminissed, Remembering the books that he had read as a child, about Nazi Germany, and the books written about the Turkish Mass murder of Arminian christians in the early 20th century. "Genocide is fluint through history. This is simply a cycle of violence- comming to proition." he thought.


"Gabe?"
Charly asked

"Yeah charley?"

"Did you find my Aunty?"

"No... I didnt."

"Oh... Ok" Charly paused for a moment "Where are we going?"

"We're going to the Den."

Kagel then interjected "Hey - Mutie- how did you wind up traveling with a kid?"

Gabe smirked " Long story"

"We' got a good twenty minutes till set-down"

"Still... I don't feel like verbally retelling the experiance"

"Ok- ok then - but your going to tell me at some point" kagel said- and then laughed.

"I guess..." Said gabe

Schrike than spoke, over the loud speaker "Listen up - Brotherhood's going to be waiting for us at the Den. Yogi Maxon has gotten word of our deversion to The Den. Meaning- that theirs going to be a shit-load of paper-work when we get to the den"

Stephan began to laugh at schrikes statement.

Kagel secured her weapons in the weapons rack.

"Looks like we have Maxon's attention." Said Kagel.
 
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