ICC- Kilrick Salvage Chapter 2- On the Road to NYC

[welsh]

I could feel the dark, cramped space closing in. The smell of mildew and rat crap. We had our lights, but they offered little illumination beyond the next bend.

I heard Rama and Edden behind me.

"Did you want this to be easy?" I said. "There's probably a critter down here, but let's worry about that when we find it."

 

[Carib FMJ]

"Or finds us," Edden added acidly. Her stride delibrate. Geared up in Hermes Combat armor, she slid the targeting toggle lens over her left eye. Now she could see the world in the dark, so once it emitted some heat, she'd find it.

Rama followed close. The laser rifle ready and primed.

 

[Gruug]

And as usual, Jake was bringing up the rear. One of the worst spots to be in this kind of place was the rear. You had no idea what could be behind you, might be robots, mutations, hell, even some of the gang members knew their way around and could catch up on you faster than you could say nuka cola.
"I sure hope you have a good eye Eden..." Said Jake.

OOC: HONEY, I'M HOME!

 

[Carib FMJ]

"Good enough to kill you with," Rama added acidly, "She's good enough, ain't that right, Edden?"

She just grunted something unintelligebale.

"See, told you she was good enough."

Rama gave his eyes a weary scan of the surroundings. Nothing, not even the hum of a hover tank, or the buzzing of drones... not even the footsteps tapping water. It was silence. With the grid down for a few, it was like walking in the park, but these days, walking through Central Park was like traversing a minefield. When you went in, you didn't come out.