New Vegas: Blood Ties

Tom nodded to Yasmin's reaction, "I'll come forward a little with you guys, then when the shit hits the fan i'll hang back a little, cover you're backs", Tom let out a small comment, but not to anyone in particular "That's how me and the company used to work anyway".
 
Carib checked his Carbine one last time. Full magazine with the extra mag tapped to the primary one already loaded in. Sixty rounds. It would be quick, it would be precise. He stood next to Yasmin, "I have your back, Yasmin of the Blue Eyes." He liked her. He was a tall imposing figure in his customized Desert Ranger combat armor.
 
Yasmin smiled at Carib. ''Glad to know you're covering my ass.'' she said with a wink. She enjoyed the playful flirting with him and the casual sex, when they could have it, wasn't bad either. He was a great comfort to her and it was nice to have someone to be protective of who wasn't currently missing.
 
Jacob hopped a little in place to check how much weight he had on himself. It wasn't anything too cumbersome, most of his nonessential supplies were stored inside GU-DR anyway. Jacob cocked an eyebrow at Pawnsy. The excuse seemed like a cover for Pawnsy to stay out of the action. "Yeah, I should be able to sprint, and there's no way I'm letting you all get a head start on me." Jacob turned to GU-DR. "Stay here until I radio for you." The robot responded with a small salute. Jacob smirked and followed Yasmin down the rocks.
 
David took a glance at the base. He couldn't see any Fiends, and this surprised him, but then again he was used to dealing with men who could think coherently, and if this had been against something like the talon company, there would be patrols. Still, he was sure that those who weren't as drugged up as the others would be on their guard. He turned to Yasmin and said,"So, once we get into the base, what will we do? Do you want to be quiet, or are we going in guns blasing?"
 
She ducked through the hole in the fence. ''Huh. Can guns blaze silently until we get ahold of Evan? I don't want them to kill him before we get a chance to rescue him. Once I have him, ignite the place for all I care.''

There were a few different openings through the maze of crates stacked on hollow slabs a foot high. God knew what they contained. The usual guess would be parts for electronics or machines, but given this place was hidden high and looked like it had one day been secure, Yasmin suspected there was something of greater, more secretive value in there. But she couldn't care less while she could feel Evan was close. Though it might be her pay for the men, if she was lucky.
 
Tom was thinking exactly like David, but out loud, "Weird, back in the company we would organise patrols all the time around our bases, at least sommit' coherent".

Tom then shrugged, then chuckled as he glanced around the group, "All whiskey is copyrighted by me, no one is to touch the whiskey okay? And Yasmin, i'm not going to ignite this place, i'm going to fucking blow it into it's own personal hell, if fiends even know what hell would be like", Tom wasn't a religious man, but it was the only book that was readable in his once-home village.

"Just tell me when to start firing", Tom heard a distant noise and decided it was a guard-dog, or what a fiend would call a guard-dog, he coughed silently, "Beware the natives..."
 
So Tom was claiming all the whiskey, eh?
"Any and all scotch is mine. And some potato crisps if you find any. I never got any at that shack way back when."
 
Jacob glared at those who had decided to begin the decent with Yasmin. He was concerned with the fact that, in his mind, Yasmin had made it clear that she wanted to go in quietly, and the others didn't feel like obliging. Instead they wanted to talk about alcohol and snacks. Aware of the hypocrisy he was about to commit, he voiced his opinion. "I don't know what you all are hearing, but from where I'm standing the boss lady just said shut the fuck up." Jacob chastised. He cocked an eyebrow at them as if asking where their common sense was. He took his rifle from it's holster and enjoyed the warm glow as it charged up.
 
Pawnsy used simple hand signals to tell Midas to wait near GU-DR,sometimes he swore the animal was smarter than a dog at times. He holstered his shotgun with one hand while pulling out the knife in the other before following the group,shotguns were probably a bad idea for stealth.
 
Tom glanced back at the new-guy, yet not bothering to learn his name, smirked, nodded, and whispered, "Real smooth genius".
 
Carib nodded to Yasmin, smiling beneath the desert mask. He fixed the suppressor to the carbine. It wouldn't be silent, but what would probably sound like a pop rather than a thunderous boom would probably help keep them concealed. Besides, he liked not being seen. His MEU 1911A1 was fixed with a suppressor and the heavy rounds were relatively subsonic. So it all worked out.

He gave a salute to Tom and to David.

It was time to get this show on the road.
 
Yasmin limped along with her sniper over her shoulder so when they found their way out she could scope out the windows and perameter, wher left hand trailing against the wall of crates. Best way to not get lost in a maze. She came across a couple paths that lead to dead ends, but soon came to a wide opening that lead out to the long, open stretch to the building. She was just unslinging her sniper to look through the scope when she paused.

''Anybody hear that?'' she hissed quietly.

There was a low rumble coming from both sides and behind them. Then it grew to a loud, feral growling. She turned around in time to see brown, starved looking feral dogs leaping from the foot tall gaps supporting the crates all around them and latching onto the men with their jaws, two attacking Brad. (because he smells like one of their puppies, if it wasn't obvious.)
 
One of the dogs jumped onto David, who pulled out his combat knife, and stabbed in the throat, while pushing its face away with his free hand so it didn't bite him. Blood gushed out onto him. David coughed and spluttered, and kicked the dog away. It seemed weary and then lay down on the floor, slowly dying. David turned to Brad, and then kicked one of the dogs. It turned to him, and then lept on him. He continued to wrestle with it, trying to find an oppurtunity to stab it. This one seemed stronger than the others. He guessed it must be the Alpha male, which was why it and another dog had attacked Brad. He hoped Brad would be able to handle himself as the dog bit and stratched him. Blood poured from his wounds, and he thought the dog was going to kill him. In desperation, he slammed his knee into what seemed to be its groin. The dog yelped and David took the oppurtunity to repeatedly stab the dog in the torso. The dog wasn't dead, but it was weakened that David was able to push it off him. They both stared at each other, both breathing heavily from the fighting. The dog leapt and David swung with his knife. To his surprise he managed to cut the dogs head clean off. He sat down against a crate, to tired to care whether any dogs where going to attack him. The dog had managed to cut him on the torso, and on his right arm, and his face, just below his eye on his cheek.
 
A dog charged and lunged at Jacob, who through his rifle up between himself and the dog. The dog tackled him to the ground, the only thing keeping it's maw from liberating Jacob from his esophagus was the rifle. Jacob threw the dog from on top of him, and the rifle went with it. Jacob rolled onto his hands and knees and stood up. He removed the crowbar from it's meager holster and charged the dog. He swung it upwards into the dogs head and the dog let out a yelp. Before Jacob could bring it back down the dog lunged out and bit into Jacob's leg, Jacob cringed from the pain and swung at the dog in a frenzy in a desperate attempt free his leg. The crowbar hit a soft spot on the dogs head and lodged itself inside, with that the dog freed Jacobs leg and fell to the ground dying. Jacob using his undamaged right leg held the dog's head down and dislodged the crowbar from the dog's grey matter. He limped over to where his rifle had ended up and gave it a quick look over. The dog had punctured one of the wires that protruded from the rifle's side. The rifle would still fire thankfully, but he'd need to scavenge the parts before he left. Jacob holstered the rifle and moved towards a broken down vehicle and pulled himself inside. He pulled his jeans up above his knee to get a better look, and winced at the sight of it. Deep toothmarks dotted his calf and it was bleeding heavily. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off the pain was intensified. He drew his plasma pistol and waited in the forklift, trying to muster up the mental fortitude to move.
 
Brad let out a quick "Thanks." before the other dog pounced on him. The dog scratched and scratched before Brad finally managed to kick it off. Brad reached for his knife, but his holster was empty. He had lost his knife. In desperation, he held his cowboy repeater like a club and started to beat the dog with it. After all, firing the weapon would blow their cover. After a couple swings, the dog fell down. He then put all his strength into one overhead swing right into the dog's ribcage. The dog let out a yelp. Brad then stomped on it's head several times. He was pretty sure it was dead now.
"Damn. I hope my dog'll be tougher then that."
But then the dog got up just as he was running up to David to see if he was okay. It tackled him. Brad fell to the ground with the dog on his back. It began to scratch the back of his combat armor, chipping the black paint. Brad rolled so that he was now on top. He began punching the dog in the face. The dog then bit down hard on his right hand. It could have been worse. Brad was a lefty after all, but the pain was still searing. It took all of his power not to yell out in pain.
 
A dog leapt at Tom just as he turned around to greet the new noise approaching. The dog grabbed onto Tom's elbow and bit through the skin, "Fuck off mongrel!", Tom threw the feral of his elbow, and several feet away. He un-holstered his hunting rifle and smacked the dog across the face with the butt of the rifle, the dog let out a loud whelp. The dog dived onto Tom one last time, Tom took the chance to grab hold of the dog's head with both of his hands, he then wrenched the dog's skull free of the neck, the dog yelped, one again, for the last time.
 
(Alright let me just roll the dice and see what bad thing happens to me because of this)

Pawnsy's eyes opened wide out the sound of the dogs,their shapes appearing almost out of nowhere. When two of them tackled Brad he almost wanted to laugh,of course the urge was cut short when he was tackled himself. The dog stood on Pawnsy's metal breastplate compressing the air out of him, The dog snarled before biting towards Pawnsy's neck for a killing bite.Pawnsy thought fast and grabbed the dog by the neck,the dog was unhappy over this and kept trying to bite Pawnsy's face off,this was one of the moments he was happy he didn't have a nose. Using his free hand which still had a knife in it Pawnsy let go one of the dog's ears and stabbed it's mangy little neck in a swift motion,the blood spewed onto his face and suit but Pawnsy came out of the little grapple unharmed.
 
Tom was just about to say something to the group, but he had forgotten about his ailment, the hangover. A splitting pain shot to his head, Tom stumbled and managed to grab hold of a crate before he would fall over.
 
Yasmin looked from the dead dogs strewn about the tight path. That was way too much noise.

"Keep an ear out for more." she hissed quietly to them as she went back to look at the windows through her scope. That had to have been heard inside the building, but so far she saw no movement. Strange. She kept searching the windows for any sign of life as she asked over her shoulder "Who can't run? If we want to move, we should do it now before they come looking for us. The windows are empty of guards, so I'm thinking if we can be fast, we might get to the wall before they can shoot us. But they might have mines or some other sort of defence, so if there are any better ideas, go ahead."

Waiting till night might be better for sneaking, but she didn't know how much of an advantage that would be. And she could practically feel Evan. She didn't want to wait when she was positive she was so close to him now.
 
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