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

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In the morning we continued our repairs.

I had watched as the Tinkers had left near daybreak. It was still dark when they pulled out towards Maggotville. Using brahma wagons, time was a bigger issue for them. They could only spend a few hours in Maggotville before returning. Delay could be fatal. Perhaps that was why we had not seen them when we had gone in that afternoon.

Still leaving before light was risky. The Dire were still out there. Still I envied them. I would have liked to have moved on, but delays and other suprises were just part of the course of business.

The repairs were but minor work, but to fix some of the damage we been forced to use a putty adhesive, and the puddy was only slowly drying.

"When?" I asked.

"Late morning, early afternoon." Said Jake.

There was little to do.

I went back and fished out my map of Maggotville. The others gathered around, many still groggy from the drink before, others eating a hasty breakfast.

"We are stuck here for the next few hours and that sucks. The rig needs to be repaired and with decent parts. From what I learned last night and from what we saw yesterday, I think we can get what we need out of Maggotville today, bring it back here, and finish repairs. The rig should be able to get us there and back, but much more, can't say."

"Are you planning to take the whole crew?" Asked Jasmin.

"No, Reynolds and Stowe, you stay here. Ollie will keep an eye out for you. "

Deeds spoke up. "I don't like it."

"Does anyone want to stay as guards?" I asked. No one raised their hand. This was about group loyalty. No one wants to look weak before the others. "Deeds, if you want to stay, fine."

"I'll ride." Said Deeds.

"Alright then. Here's what we know. There are parts in these locations. We got a junkyard here at the East end of town, a couple miles out. There are a couple of rigs there and we can get the radiation and the coils. But be careful, lots of places for badguys to hide." I pointed to another location inside the town. "Here" I pointed, "and here" another spot," Are a couple of auto parts stores. Good for other supplies, mostly hoses but also some maintenance for the rig. The danger there is we got to go inside to get them, and we have no idea what's inside those buildings."

"So anyplace we go, we're exposed." Said Wolf.

"That's it. Each location is risky. So we go in groups and we go fast. The longer we are exposed the more likely we are to get hit. No the maggots are not supposed to come out in daylight, but that's all rumor. Even if it's true, both are locations we could get cut off and taken out. Remember, they might not be armed but their damned fast and know all the hiding places."

"We won't get into Maggotville till after noon." Said Jake.

"Which is why we will have to probably split up."

"Kilrick, that's pretty fucking dangerous." Said Jasmin.

"It was pretty hairy last time." Added Edden.

"You're both right. But if we are fast, we can get out while there is plenty of sunlight. Back here, repair, and then we go back for the turbine tomorrow." I said.

"The turbine is necessary?" Asked Rama.

"If we don't want to die of radiation or some of the other bugs in Manhattan, yes. Even so, if we want to use the rig, we have to go back. It's that simple." I said.

They didn't speak.

"Ok, listen, I am not crazy about this either. So if you have a better option, let's hear it?"
 
Nobody argued.

Of course they didn’t, Kilrick was right; it was the only way to do it! But it sure the hell was going to be risky! Splitting up like that and going into places we knew nothing about… just bloody smashing!

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We were driving into Maggotville again.

Few talked, mostly were thinking about the job ahead with a tense look in their faces.

Kilrick was next to Jake, who was driving, probably thinking the plan in his head.

The new guy came too, didn’t quite catch his name yet.

Eric Chang was sitting next to me going through his equipment over and over again.

In from of me was Rama Stryfe with the same bleedin’ enigmatic expression he always had

And next to him was Edden, sharpening her knife with a casual look, she looked at me, I winked to her with a smile, she winked back with a joyously look and continued sharpening her knife.

I though about last night... I didn’t get any, true, but it was damn funny! I liked her, she knew how to make me laugh and she knew how to have a sodding conversation, two things that were rare in the wasteland, even rarer in someone as young as she.


We would be arriving soon, I checked my gear… I needed more firepower and need it badly; this would do here, but not in NY.

“Kilrick, mate!” I said while smoking. “There’re things we should talk about. First: who gets what, who goes with whom and how much time we got to do it? We need time and local to rendezvous. And does someone stay behind in the truck? We may need it if we have to leave in haste, or just to guard the bloody thing. On the other hand, the sod who stays behind is taking a big risk of getting killed…”
 
I listened to the kid. When you hire a crew of mercs sometimes it's good to listen. For one, no one's perfect and mistakes can be made. For another, these aren't grunts but individuals. They think for themselves. It can make them either undependable or very trustworthy depending on how you played it.

I told Jake to pull over. It wasn't Wolf, but the repairs. To be safe we were checking the vehicle regularly, and I wanted things to be as safe as possible before we got to Maggotville.

"Rama, Jake, check out the repairs." I said.

Then to Wolf. "You missed our trip to the gunrunners or you could have outfitted yourself. In the boxes you might find a Watts rifle, some plasma grenades, a shotgun, EMP rounds. We got regular round for the shotgun too. There's also an assault rifle, AP rounds, carbine, sniper's rifle, a number of handguns."

Wolf and Eric were about to outfit themselves, but I cut them off.

"But before I go playing Santa, I need to know if you're dependable. And you're word isn't going to cut it. Trust isn't given but earned, and neither you nor Eric have earned enough yet."

"Hey now, wait a moment, if you think...." Said Wolf.

"I am not going to say it isn't personal, because it is. It's my ass that will have to depend on you when we get to New York. If I can't trust you, you're a liability. You might be an asset but I don't know you yet."

It was that simple. It was a matter of trust, and they both needed to earn it.

OCC- NO offence guys, but this is just being realistic. Why would anyone trust you yet?
 
OCC: None taken, but Wolf wasn’t asking about equipment. He wanted to know who would go with whom, how we would divide the team, what exactly we were looking for and how much time we had to do it. The trust thing is comprehensible…

Edit: oh, and Wolf's 39 years old... hardly a kid ;)
 
The flint scraped against the already razor edge of Edden's many combat knives. Sharp objects against soft organs always made her feel all tingly inside. She had learned severly ways to kill a man with these blades. The human anatomy and its weak points were thoroughly studied, and sometimes practice makes perfect. They were the last minute answer of course. After all, a lethal stab to the juglar is nothing compared to a quick 9mm round to the forehead at point blank range. They both would kill, the latter did it faster.

Stryfe was ready as always. Go figure. Some people never fucking change. From Ranger to Desert Shark and back to Ranger/Desert Shark. Violin must have some magical mojo to keep him like that. Edden thought as she thought heavily on Rama Stryfe and her past association. Truly they were the last of the old Order - remnants of the past. Hell, Edden used to be a cannibal. So why judge Rama's path.

Whatever training, blood thirst or fighting spirit she had, she owed it to that enigmatic figure who continued to look over into the remains of what was called Maggotville.

Sheathing the final sharpened blade, Edden got up off her leathery behind and looked over her shoulder to only meet the eyes of Jasmin staring back at her.

"Hey, princess, if you want a pass, just ask."

Jasmin gave Edden a look of withering hate. Edden only smiled and extended her bejewled middle finger.

Grabbing the shotgun and some spare shells, she walked over to Wolf's side.
 
Thinking to myself: A kid? And worse... a liability?? I’m getting older, I know, but I’m no bleeding liability! If he wants to bloody know if he can count on me, he bloody will!
Figured blowing some maggots sky high would do the trick but guess not!

I was pretty pissed off! I wasn’t used to be treated like some brainless grunt… but after smoking a ciggie and having a sip of whiskey I started to calm down and see his point. He doesn’t know anything about me, I could be some psychopath who would get us all killed… and probably, if I was in his place, I would do the same thing…

But still, I wasn’t used to that, and it came to me that I HAD to get used to that. And this was his game, no argument about that!

Edden just gave the finger to the one called Jasmin. God the girl made me laugh! She walked over to me.

“You look like someone who got fucked and didn’t liked it one bit!” She said to me.

“Bugger-all! Gotta get used to some things I forgot, that’s it!” I answered. “So, what’s the deal with you and the bint over there?”

“Just some sexual tension we have to work out, together, if you know what I mean…”

I smiled and offered her a shot out of my whiskey flask, which she had a sip.

“Oy! Kilrick! I have a proposal for you!” I shouted
 
I had an idea.
And it was the opportunity to gain the trust not only of Kilrick as the rest of the team. After all, as Kilrick said, when it came down to that, we had to know we could count on each other, which was critical for our success.

“I’m listening” Said Kilrick. “What do you got?”

“You’re right mate; you don’t know a bloody thing about me. But I know how both I and Eric could earn your trust. Me and him (if it’s alright with you, sonny) could grab the new kids’ bike and drive ahead into Maggotville and do a little of recon around there, we scout it and come back and report it all to you. What do you say?”
 
OCC- Oops, Sorry Rohan, forgot that's your bike.

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"I don't think the new kid is going to like you riding his bike. How about this. Rohan, you're new and I don't know if you are with us or not. But if you are joining up, it's time to start earning. You can take Wolf up to that overlook and have a look down. Stay there till we arrive. I want you to watch from movement but I need to hear that recon."

Wolf spoke. "You think them little monsters will get us in the day?"

"Maybe. Maybe they aren't as allergic to dark as we think, or maybe they have figured out another way. That car that blocked out path yesterday was moved in the daylight."

It had to be true. Someone or something had give us a roadblock. So they were smart and something down there could move in the day. That was a wrinkle I had not expected.

"You know, that's right. Where the hell did that car come from." Said Reik, still sharpening his knife.

"If I get to the top of that hill, and you guys aren't there, I will expect the worst happened, and that you've been taken and cannot be reclaimed. I will also think that Maggotville is too hot. I won't risk the rest of the team. The turbine isn't that important."

I let the words sit in. In otherwords, if they got into the shit before we came, they were on their own.

"What I am depending on you for is intel. I want to know what's going on down there in the day. I especially want you to watch the Tinkers. If they are salvaging our parts, the job is more complicated. But if it gets hot, I want you back. Use the bike for speed."

I returned to the map.

"Ok, here's the deal. We got three locations. We will split into three teams. The radiator will be the hardest to take out and move, and will take the longest time. The hoses, coil and other parts should be fairly easy. But you will have to go inside for them."

I pointed to the locations. "Location 1, Wolf and Rohan, you got the bike. When we approach town, I want you to go for this store." I pointed to the one furthest away from the junkyard. "Location 2, Edden. I want you, Eric and Rama to check on this one. " I pointed to a store near the center of town. "Jake, Jasmin, Aaron, Deeds will go to the junkyard to get the radiator and any other parts." The Junkyard was on the edge of town. "Reik and I will stay with the truck, will drop of the junkyard crew and then take Edden, Rama and Eric into town."

"What if it gets hot?" Asked Eric.

"We need to be quick. Wolf and Rohan, you will get to your destination first. Time yourself. Get the parts and Diddy. Don't waste time. Return to Location 2. If it gets hot, that will probably be the spot. We concentrate there and then back to Location 3. The radiation will take the longest to retreave. Jake, be careful in the junkyard, there's lots of shady spots but with Deeds and Jasmin in combat armor, you're probably safest of the three."

I stood up and wrapped up the maps.

"We should be safe in the daylight. Even if the maggots moved the car, they didn't attack us in the light. But they might in the darkness of the buildings or in the junkyard. Ok, questions?"
 
*Enroute to Maggotville*

Although it seemed easy, Eric didn't like the idea of splititng up.

"Alright I got it. We get in, complete our objective, get out. Weapons wise, all I request is a shotgun for possible close encounters".

"Oh and by the way boss, I got your back as long as you got mine. As long as I have the proper tools, I can turn anyone who messes with the team into fine red mist."
 
[OCC] never mind, Welsh [/OCC]

-"Okay" - I said to Kilrick - "I need a weapon for this action. From what I heard, it has to be done quickly and my sniper rifle won't be used. I suggest an H&K, cause I have some ammo for it. And I understand that's my job to make a plan?"

This was the last thing I wanted to know. I already had a plan in my mind, had just to talk it over with Wolf and get into life.

Wolf wasn't with that crew as long as the others, that surprised me. He was not proved enough yet, I had to make a situation of dependency on each other of us. If one of us would heve killed another, he wouldn't get out with life. I continued to think this way and I made out that we should go straight through the town.

"But if something happens? There was once a car on the center of the road... I don't know..."

I was really torn. Life or... life?
 
Edden gave Wolf a simple wave and look that said, 'Come back alive... Or else, I will gauge your eye out from your broken corpse and skull fuck you.'

Take a last drag from a Black death roll, Edden stomped the fag out and turned to Kilrick to get an eye out on that map.

"Tell me, Boss. Has anyone ever sited muties here?"

There was silence.

"What?! I mean ain't it possible there maybe some mutants down there as well. I know they ain't afraid of light and well... They are pretty strong and the wild ones did have to live off human flesh."
 
Everyone thought about what she said. Eventually, the silence was too much for Jake.
"What kind of mutants are you talking about? Because if you hadn't noticed, the term mutant covers a shitload of things sheila. Now if you are talking about the bugs, they don't come out at day, but if you are talking about some other kind of mutant, speak the hell up."
Jake waited.
"Well, I guess you might be right though. I know for sure the bugs don't have the strength or the smarts to move a car, but mutants... well, that kind of puts a bit more light onto the subject I guess."

OOC: Sorry I havn't posted for a while, but I have had some altercations.
 
occ- Ok just for consistency sake, let's leave the traditional Fallout mutants out of this. THose mutants were in California and would have a long way to walk to New York. That said, there could be other forms of mutation not raised in Fallout 1 or 2.


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The motorcycle had raced by and was heading to the overlook. They would provide recon while we slowly made our way. Better we were cautious on this part of the road. We might have to run like hell on the way back.

I responded to Edden's questions. "Mutants? As in those big green skinned motherfuckers I hear they got on the West Coast? No. Never seen them this far East. But other nasties, sure. THe closer to New York, the worse."

Edden seemed to nod. We were getting into the truck to move on.

"The maggots are a form of mutation. Rumor is that they migrated from the sewars of New York some years ago. Moving by night or through the pipe system."

"What pipe system's that?" Asked Reik.

"Pipes all over these parts. Used to be more. Fed the city with water before the world went to shit mate." Responded Jake.

"Jakes right. There is an aquifer system running from this part of what used to be New York, down to the island of Manhattan. Used to be lots of tunnels but most have broken or aren't used anymore. Some of the older ones still funnel music to the city. That's how they get their water."

Edden nodded. "Could use one of them to get into the city, no?"

"Yes, if we knew which ones weren't flooded or prone to flooding. I think that's what Spengler has in mind. But there is a danger. They flood unpredictably, some have caved in. And few are guarded. But not all. But it's dicey. If the way I want to go isn't going to work, we might try it."
 
"Ol' Talon's pops, knew the pipes like the back of his hand. I recall some group or the other had them mapped out." Edden put in.
 
OCC: Ok here comes a new character!

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Gally took a sip from his pocket flask and let out a deep sigh of pleasure. He waved some of his dirty, red hair away from his eyes and took in the surroundings. He had been running out of some basic parts and gadgets recently, and one of the scavengers living in the little shithole he had been spending the last couple of years at said that this was a good place to find some. The guy had refused to go there personally though, he had just muttered something about "dangerous maggots" and "ghosts".

"Bah! Childrens stories!", Gally muttered to himself and started rustling about in the heaps of junk laying around. He pulled up a piece of junk from the bottom of a pile and inspected it carefully. He turned it around, scraped off some of the rust and nodded to himself: "Yup, this will do." He stood up and put the gadget in a small sack, tied to his backpack. Wiping some sweat off his forehead he looked at the sun with a squint. "Plenty of time yet." He took a good chug out of his water bottle and then longingly stroked the pocket where his more precious liquid flask was currently at. He removed it and slowly shook it in front of his eyes. It sounded more than half empty. Maybe not so much time before he had to go back after all. Why "back" anyway? Maybe he should just walk the other direction, hoping to get someplace more interesting, and without memories...
"Ah, what the heck.", he said to himself and unfastened the cap. He had just started to take a sip of the wonderfully soothing liquid when he heard a shrill voice yell, by the sound of it no more than fifty meters away:

"Please! Stop it!"

Startled as he was, Gally managed to spill some of the booze down his shirt and get some of it down the wrong throat. Silently coughing and swearing he screwed the cap on the flask and put it in his pocket. He unhitched his twelve gauge from his back and went down to a crouching position. Looking around he saw no-one. Nothing suspicious. He felt a chill down his spine. Ghosts? But then he spotted the head of a kid behind the outer parts of a particularly impressive mound of junk. The kid wasn't currently looking his direction. As silently as he could, Gally started to circle his way towards a place where he would be able to see what was happening, clumsily trying to hide behind heaps of junk and debris. Whatever was going down, it held the attention of whoever was involved besides the kid enough for them not to notice Gally. He heard other, angry voices arguing, louder and louder, as he tried to find a good vantage point. When he finally arrived at a spot overlooking the street he was able to take in the situation. Some Brahmin carts were standing around, the Brahmin themselves were lazily wandering around, currently not hitched to the carts. Some distance away from the carts, around twenty meters from Gally's position, two men, one young, the other a bit older, were arguing in loud voices. A couple of meters from the the younger man, two women were standing following the situation. Occassionally they shot an angry glance at a third woman, who was standing by herself. By the conversation it seemed like the third woman was the cause of the argument. The men, apparently father and son, both wanted her for themselves, even though both already had wives. Probably those other women, Gally thought. There was also a number of kids scattered about.
As he was listening, Gally suddenly felt an uncomfortable pain in his leg. He looked down and saw that he unknowingly had managed to get a loose piece of rusted barbed wire around his leg. When he tried to shake the wire loose, his luck finally ran out. He shook the wire off, but in the process he managed to hit a metal pipe which hit another piece of metal junk. The impact produced a loud clinging noise.

"Damn it!", he shouted, knowing that he was discovered.

The men abruptly stopped their arguing. The older one drew a rifle from his back and took a dozen steps in Gally's direction. He aimed the rifle at Gally and shouted:

"Ya better back off mister! This 'er ain't no business of yours! 'S family business! And drop that rifle!"

Hitching his hands over his head Gally responded:
"Women ey? Can't live with'em and can't live without'em! Maybe I could help sort out your little situation?"

"Ya better shut that wise ass mouth of yours if you know what's good for ya! Keep out of it I said!"

Too angry or too stupid to still consider Gally a threat the man turned around and pointed the gun at his son. "It has now boiled down to this, sonny boy!", he shouted. "You let me have that new gal of yours, or you'll never have a gal again! Understand!?"
The older of the two women standing together suddenly stepped in between the men.

"Honey! Stop this madness now!", she pleaded. She continued: "He's your own flesh and blood. Our own son! And 'sides, haven't you already got me!? Ain't I enough for you? Please? Darling!"

"Shut yer trap if ya don't want me to shut it for ya, bitch! I'm tired of yer stupid naggin', and ya ain't much in the sack either!", the father responded.

The woman, now crying, started to walk towards her husband, arms open. "Please... please... honey...", she sobbed.

Gally was now certain that the man with the rifle now had his full attention at the situation before him. Eyes on the drama he slowly crouched to the ground and started to feel around after his rifle.

"Don't ya say I didn't warn ya, stupid cow!", the father yelled and placed a rifle round in the leg of his wife, who slumped to the ground like a sack of rotten potatoes. The shot triggered chaos. The kids scattered all over the place, vanishing between heaps of junk and ruined buildings together with the uninjured women; some of the brahmin were startled and ran off. The son screamed: "Mom!", while trying to unfast a revolver from his belt; the father was slowly but deliberatly pushing another bullet into the barrel of his rifle while Gally was able to grasp his shotgun, pointing it at the back of the rifle-wielding man.

Three shots went off almost in unison. The son fell. Slumping down with the top of his head blasted away. The father turned around to face Gally revealing an exit wound the size of a melon in his stomach, grinned, and tipped over like an old lightning-struck tree that finally gives in to age and storms. It was now silent, except for the sobs of the now family-less woman.

Gally, who now was staring rather emptily, sighed and went back to get his backpack. He returned to the injured woman, rustled through his backpack and found some dirty bandages. He tied them around her wound as good as he could and then left her sobbing. Then he purposefully started to search the wagons. After a short period of time he finally found what he was looking for, a big bottle of booze. He looked at it longingly for a long time. As if finally making a defining decision, he put it down, took out his pocket flask which now was all but empty, and filled it to the brim. Then he threw the big bottle at a nearby wall, cringing as from a searing pain when it hit and broke, its contents wetting the dust. He took a deep sip from his flask and sat down, thinking about what to do next.
 
*Enroute to Maggotville*

Eric had heard of mutants before. Hell, the radiation could do all sorts of damage to lifeforms. However, hearing Kilrick mentioning big green ones sent a chill down his spine. A few merchants back in Arizona told a strange story about big green humanoids that carried some pretty heavy firepower.

"All just stories, gotta be. How the hell would dumb mutated idiots get the big guns they were supposed to have anyways. They are about as real as the Deathclaw boogey monsters that moms use to scare their children." And with that, Eric re-assured himself.

After meticulously going over his equipment and cleaning his rifle, Eric talked with the people who were going in with him. "Look, I can spot things from pretty far and this here pair of binoculars will also help. However, I still only have two eyes so if you see anything that looks remotely deadly, you give me a holler right quick. Second, I would feel a lot better if we had a more detailed plan of how we are going to nab our objective. And lastly, I have my Desert Eagle to deal with close encounters".
 
I was nervous but didn't want to show it.

The best plans are simple. They take in consideration how to get in and how to escape. They don't involve complex tricks or moves. People are to do simple things and move out. The more complex the more things can fuck up.

And fucking up in a small little town, a little place nestled in between two low mountains that becomes infested with man eating monsters at night, was to be avoided.

But something usually gets fucked up. It was Murphy's Law. Minimize the damage and do what you are there to do and then move on.

So I wasn't surprised that we made it to the overlook in the early afternoon, a little later than I had hoped, and found Rohan and Wolf gazing down at the town.

They had done what they were supposed to, observe and report.

But as soon as Wolf said, "We got a problem." I knew things would get fucked up.

"Tell me."

"Looks like a shoot out in the middle of town." Said Rohan.

Eric was peering down the sniper scope at the town. "I see one man with a shotgun. Looks like he's giving first aid to a woman."

"The shoot out happened before we got here." Said Rohan.

They had only been ahead of us for maybe 45 minutes or so.

I used the binoculars. Two dead bodies. An older man and a younger. It was the Tinkers.

The wounded was the Older Tinker's wife. The man I didn't recognize.

The carts were unhitched. The other Tinkers were not to be found.

Tinkers are a clannish bunch. If something bad happens they tended to run for cover until they felt safe.

But that was Maggotville. The monsters lived in the shelter.

The man and the wounded woman were near the second location, the autoshop in the middle of town.

"Ok, it's a complication but we still have a job to do. Let's get those parts."

"What about them?" Asked Eric.

"Take care of it." I said. "Rohan and Wolf, you got the furthest to go. Avoid the center of town and move on Location 1. Be quick. Rama, Eden and Eric, the Tinkers are closest to your location, deal with it but don't let it distract you. It's damn dangerous."

Rohan and Wolf took off with the bike as the Rig went down. We stopped by the junkyard so that Jake, Deeds, Jasmin and Aaron could get out.

Then we rolled into town until Reik pulled us to a stop near the autoparts shop. Down the street we could see the cart with the wounded woman and the man who was coming towards us with a shotgun.
 
Rama nodded to Kilrick and gathered his rifle and the Desert Eagle was holstered at his hip, being at quick reach of his left hand if things got tight. He was ambidexterious when it came to fire arms. That was good, especially if one hand ended up being crippled or worse... severed.

Edden and Eric followed behind, and the trio made for the Tinkers.

Stryfe was wary, he didn't like the idea of playing boy scout, but then again, it would not have been right to leave them there to be eaten by freaks of nature. It wouldn't have been right at all.
 
OCC- since I am going to be gone for a few days I will just give you all a suggest about Kilrick. For him the primary thing is getting the job done. These folks are an unnecessary and unfortunate distraction that might get everyone else killed. That said, if push came to shove, Kilrick would probably not abandoned them, or at least not all of them.

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I watched Rama, Edden and Eric go forward. Reik was at the wheel and I was on the .50.

For a moment I wondered if Rama would shoot the lot of them.

SOme folks you just don't know.

"Rama, remember time is not our friend. Get this taken cared of and lets get those parts." I said.

Rama stopped, turned. "Should I kill them?"

That would make things easier.

"No, not unless you have to. But delay is dangerous."

He nodded, understanding.

Reik was impatient as well. "Should I turn off the rig."

"No, leave it on. We might have to go quick."

A scream.

Loud and piercing.

Everyone stopped

No one could place it.

A scream of a human. A child perhaps. In panic, pain.

Eric looked down.

"It came from below us."
 
I was riding with the kid into Location 1. He was pushing the bike to its limits; we were on a schedule.

The first job, the recon, worked out nicely, sure there was that mess with the tinkers, but we got off alive and without anyone seeing us, just hope this one works out the same way.

After a while Rohan, shouting so I could hear him over the roar of the motorcycle, said: “I think this is it!”

We stopped and got off the bike, in front of us, in the middle of a few ruined buildings there was the store Kilrick said, it was two-floors high.

“Let’s get this thing over with” I said.

We walked into the building, weapons ready; the door was wide open, partially destroyed. Inside were a bunch of turned-over tables and lots of open crates and parts all over the floor, in the far end of the room there was a couple of doors and a stairway.

“Let’s check them out first” I pointed to the doors.

We walked over to the, Rohan kicked them open. All empty.

“Ok, you search here, I’ll go up-stairs” I said to him.

I walked up the rusty wooden stairs into a new division; this was much like the first one, very messy, parts everywhere. I started looking threw the crates, it was mostly junk.

While looking around I noticed a door, strange, I hadn’t seen it when I came up.

Grabbing the shotgun I walked over, I stopped next to the door; it was strangely scratched, like something done with a knife... or claws.

I kicked the door, it didn’t move. I tried ramming it with my shoulder. Still nothing. I could shoot it open with the shotgun, but ammo was scarce. So I looked around.

“Ah, this would do the trick!”

I had found a crowbar.

I got near the door, stuck the sharpen end of it in the crack and with some muscle-power I busted it open.

The smell was hideous. It was a dark room, filled with dust and two, no, three dead bodies in it, rooting in decomposition.

“Bloody Hell!” I said, covering my mouth with nausea. It felt like I was about to vomit.

Next I heard Rohan shouting: “Hey! I found what we were looking for! Come down!”

I closed the door and rushed downstairs.

“Jesus! Don’t you shout like that! And let’s get the bloody out of here!” I said to him

“What’s the matter?” He asked.

“I’ll tell you later!”

We rushed out of there, not looking back, grabbing the bike and moving into Location 2. I noticed I still had the sodding crowbar in my hand.
 
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