New Vegas: Blood Ties

David gives Yasmin an angry look and says,"The difference between you and me is that I try to leave mine behind and try to make sure nobody gets involved with it, while you get people involved without them knowing it and almost get them killed. You don't see anybody getting hurt over any agenda I have, do you? You could've gained our trust by telling us you need to rescue whoever 'Evan' is. I mean I can understand you being worried about Carib and Mark being predjudiced against Evan for his Brotherhood of Steel allegiance, but Brad? Tom? Me? That raises a question of what is it you want to keep from us. What dark secret do you have? Or did you not tell us because you are naturally a manipulative bitch? Please, pray tell, explain why you are held back on telling us the whole truth? I belonged to group that tried to kill everybody on the continent, so I have a good reason to lie. You haven't given us any reason why your lying."
David remains aware of Caribs prescence.
 
Carib had picked up every word and to say he didn't feel tension at the mention of David's past association, he let it go. There were reasons. The Ex-Ranger knew not all Enclave personnel had been evil, many had been victims of the very organization they once served.

"For the record, David that war was fought a long time ago. I am not a Ranger anymore. And you have given me no hint that you have the same eugenics agenda that your Bosses once had.

The NCR can cry in Meade for all I care. I don't care about the Brotherhood of Steel either. All I care about is killing Legion and heading East." In spite of everything, Carib did like David.

He looked at Yasmin, removing his mask, his green eyes locked on her's. Carib had her back, he would protect her to the best of his ability. The contract was still on, and even if it was only twenty caps, it was a thing of honor.

He walked to her side and looked at her leg, "Mind if I patch you up. Your hardly good to us with an infected wound."
 
Yasmin nodded at Carib and stretched her leg out, then back to David. “Almost got killed? How? Barring that last little tiff, we had the advantage on the two fights before that. If you call popping a few ghoul heads a fight. And I’m the only one who bled during all this,” she said nodding to her leg that Carib was attending to. “And I told you the mission. Any personal mission I had on the side is none of your business. You can go ahead and explain why you flat out lied. I just omitted parts. I kept things to myself for my reasons and I’m not going to spill them out just cause you felt like sharing. If I were as manipulative as you seem to think, I’d try to persuade you all to come with me again. But I’m not. Bunker was empty, missions over. Where you go from here, I really don’t care. I have my own thing to do.” She winced as Carib worked on her leg. Things always hurt so much more when somebody else did them to you. At least she’d already gotten the bullet out.

She looked from her leg back to David. “Look, the only problem I have with you is your constant want to fight with me. I don’t actually give a crap about you being Enclave or lying about it. But you take the mission, then get pissy when we have to fight along the way? Did you think it’d be a magical path were there were no baddies in the way? And you think I’m lying about a bunker, then get pissed when we get here and there is a bunker but no tech? You have a computer. Are you pissed that you aren’t swimming in loot? Cause nobody else is either. Sometimes jobs don’t work out the way you want. But not everybody needs to blame it on somebody.”
 
Carib wasn't too focused on Yasmin's speech to the crew, his concentration was on his needle work. The wound hadn't been a straight hole, more of a jagged line. Going through her med pack he found some antibiotic jelly. It was amazing how good the shelf life was on these things.

The stitch work wasn't terrible nor was it artful, it all came from the experience of patching yourself up. Rangers did that a lot - to themselves and to their mates. Katja had by far better needle working hands. She had done he stitching on his face when he took a brunt of shrapnel. A scar remained but it seemed dignified, gave him character.

He patted her leg to show he was done, "Be easy on the leg. I'll hit you with a stimpak in ten minutes." He took a seat at one of the abandoned desks and pulled out a small bottle of Nuka-Cola. Sure it was warm and flat, but he didn't mind. If he wanted something ice cold, he'd have to head into either Vegas or some better off town that actually had refrigeration.
 
Yasmin eyed off the stitches in her leg. ''Not too bad. How well do you do with pants?'' She asked and tossed her bloody, torn pants to him. ''Can you mend their bullet holes as well as you did mine?''
 
Tom overheard David mention his Enclave days, that brought back memories of when Tom first learnt David was Enclave, it was a lot more relaxed than what had just happened.

Tom looked around the bunker, wait a second, a panel in the floor grating was loose, maybe there is something underneath it. Tom walked over to it, pulling out his spork. Tom got down, and jerked the spork into the floor panel, lifting it up. Nothing 'cept drugs, and wait, Tom swept aside the countless drugs and pills, a single piece of paper, curious, it looked years, maybe centuries old.

The note read, '目标：胡佛水坝，麦卡伦机场，内利斯', Tom could read all of it Talon Company taught him a lot in his training, 'Objectives: Hoover Dam, McCarran Airport, Nellis'.

Maybe this 'ragtag' group of raiders, Enclave, NCR and one senseless wanderer had stumbled across a pre-war Chinese spy bunker...
 
Brad noticed Tom rummaging through a secret compartment.

"Find anything good?"
 
He caught the pants on the fly and looked at them, "What am I now the Tailor of San Fran? Well I'll be sure to add this to your tab" It was one of the rare moments of humor in Carib, but he began to work, "Pants are easier. They don't squirm if you fuck up." He didn't really care in the scheme of things about a big pay out, he's helped others far less. And he liked her. Yasmin was a rough woman to be sure, but he did like her.

Carib looked Tom's direction, "Anything of interest?"
 
David remained silent at Yasmins answer. He knew she was right on some accounts, she could keep her business to herself. But she had no right to omit that nobody knew that about the bunker. What if the brotherhood had killed Carib and Mark, or just attacked all of them on sight? Or if the fiends had gotten the drop on them. He would've pointed out these things, but Yasmin would probably reply by saying that hadn't happened and that he should stop arguing with her. He hated how inefficient a leader she was in his opinion. She just barged straight ahead. If he had been in charge, he would've at least planned ahead, more than 'Lets head this way, and hope nobody else is at the bunker'. But then again he hadn't pointed this out at the start, so perhaps he was at fault as well. Maybe he was becoming inefficient a leader as well. It had been 4 years, and whereas mark and carib were experienced soldiers who were either still serving or had only recently resigned, Tom had been fighting in a gladiator pit in denver for the past year, he had done less and less fighting over time. He couldn't have gone soft, could he? Maybe this trip to a fiends base was a chance to test this. He would sell the computer, make a fair bit of caps, then go with the others to find this base, take anything worth taking from it. There he could prove to himself he still had his instincts. He would need it for what he was going to do after this.
 
Tom looked over to Carib and Brad, their eyes on him, "Anything of interest? Maybe this is of interest", Tom's sarcasm was raring up inside, this was a good sign, maybe there was more in the bunker.

Tom walked over to Carib and Brad, showing the slip of paper to them, "It may look like mumbo-jumbo to you's, but to me it says that the Chinese did have their eyes on Nevada".

Tom paused for a few seconds for the others to take it in, "Maybe there is more in this bunker?".

This was great, not only did they stumble upon a bunker, but a pre-war Chinese bunker, maybe this was the tip of the iceberg.
 
"Yeah, unless this means that the bunker is filled with chinese spy weapons, I really don't see why that would matter now."
 
Yasmin looked around. "Anything of worth in this place is long gone. Who knows how long the Fiends were here for. They'd of found and sold or used anything of value a long time ago. There is nothing here but chems and one working computer, the Fiends weapons and their armour - which is now useless cause we put a bunch of holes in it."
 
"Well, since they've some how gotten energy weapons, maybe I can actually find something useful."

After searching a couple bodies, Brad found a couple resellable chems and mf cells. He then found a laser pistol and some small energy cells.

"It's not much, but it'll help if I run out of mf cells or 10mm rounds."
 
David looks to the others and walks over to them, hoping to find some ammo. After searching the area he finds 2 9mm pistols and 4 boxes.
He takes a pistol and 2 boxes, before saying,"Alright theres 1 9mm pistol and 2 boxes of 9mm ammo left, if you want them, get them now, before I take the rest of the ammo."
 
Carib went towards the still functional reload bench as well as two feet from the work bench. Removing a small sack from his pack he placed the spent casings from 10mm and .308 rounds. He had primers though not a lot.

"Since we have some time, I'll work on crafting some extra ammo, if its all the same to you all." Scarps of metal from the place would supply some bullets. This wasn't his lair where he had an ample supply of good scrap; you work with what you got. The Gunrunners were very good at the old craft, and they had a good supply of grade A+ powder.

He stole a glance at Yasmin and turned back to his work. It would be an hour before he was completely done, but they had time to spare.
 
(OOC: For the purposes of moving this wagon along, it’s the next morning)

Yasmin woke with a painful crook in her neck from sleeping sitting up, and an empty syringe sticking out of her foot where her leg had fallen off the bed. She groaned as she slowly pulled it out. “That can’t be healthy….”

Brushing the loose bits of hair back out of her face she looked at her pipboy. It was 7.21. She grumbled and got up, being careful to not step on any more syringes, and hobbled over to her pants which were where Carib had left them. Pulling them on quietly, she made her way back to the bed and pulled on her boots, grabbed her bag and snuck out of the room. She crept through the hall out into the big, what she guessed was, recreation room and up the stairs out into the barn.

Sunlight shone through the cracks in the broken boards making everything look warm and orange. She walked to the door of the barn, dropping her bag and arching her back, cracking bones back into place. Putting on her shades she looked out at the vast desert horizon with its mountains and the Strip in the distance. She sighed, half tired, half content. She loved the desert in the morning. Then the cloud of having to find Evan loomed over her and she grew dark once again.
 
Before Yasmin was about out to set out on her own quest, Carib was standing behind her, his desert helmet cradled in the crook of his arm and a small sack in his hand, "Going somewhere without saying goodbye?"
 
Yasmin jumped and turned around, surprised that someone else had come out. Pain shot through her leg from the two bullet holes and the needle hole in her foot. "Carib. I, uh....No, just come out here to get some sunlight and air. It reeks down there. Apparently Fiends are too drugged up to use a bathroom." She sat her glasses up on top of her head to see him better. "What are you doing up here so early?"
 
Carib just half smiled, "I agree with you... Fiends don't have a nose for hygiene." He saw her small pack and guessed she was on her way somewhere, perhaps on the trail for her kin.

"I actually had something for you. I figured you'd head out on your quest with or without us. And don't insult my intelligence in saying you weren't." He threw the small sack to her. It had fair weight to it. Inside were three loaded magazines of .308 match rounds. "I had promised I'd make some special rounds for you. I'd say, 'happy birthday', but I don't when you were born."
 
Yasmin caught it and smiled down at it. “To be honest, I don’t know when either. So every time a new year starts, I count that as the day I was born.” She looked at the wornout pack in her hands for a moment, then up to Carib. This was a bad idea but, - “Come with me. There’s…. something big I have to do, and a chance I can’t do it alone. I will tell you what it is, just not here like this.” She tried to keep the pleading look in her eyes away, but she felt it pricking at the back, behind her retinas.
 
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