New Vegas: Blood Ties

Pawnsy chuckled "I think you have very nice legs Yas,other than the bloody wound that is,but nothing to be ashamed of." After 30 seconds of waiting he started sewing up the wound with his needle and thread taking about 5 minutes to seal the wound properly. Finished with his work he cleaned the remaining blood with a probably dirtier cloth and wrapped a bandage around it. Pawnsy put on a sarcastic tone "Now as your wasteland doctor I'm going to suggest you don't get it wet for 24 hours, and avoid Jet or any other drugs,speaking of which." Pawnsy took another huff of Jet before moving over to an open spot of wall.

(I'm not a real doctor so correct me if I did anything wrong)
 
Jacob removed the fedora from his head and brushed through his hair with his fingers. If there was one thing he truly missed from being with the Enclave it was the ready availability of showers. He wondered if Pawnsy even needed to bathe, or if he even sweat much with his skin the way it was. Jacob on the other hand sweat readily and wiped his brow accordingly. Jacob fanned himself with his hat and watched as Pawnsy stitched up Yasmin. He looked at his own leg, a pool of blood starting to form around his foot. He realized suddenly that he was feeling a bit light headed. He motioned for GU-DR to come to him, and dug around inside the robot once more.

He found an almost finished roll of duct tape, and some torn cloth strewn about inside. With GU-DR holding the cloth in place Jacob wrapped it around his leg and secured it with the tape. While it wasn't as elegant a solution as Pawnsy could have managed it at least stopped the blood. He pulled the leg of his jeans down again, hoping his thrown together bandages would hold until the fiends were taken care of, then he'd let Pawnsy do his job.

Jacob stood up and replaced his hat, once again creating the ensemble that adequately hid defining features. He pushed his sunglasses up higher on his nose and took in a deep breath. "Well then Yasmin. I say we get in there once you've got your pants on. That is unless you're hoping they're bashful." Jacob said as he turned towards the corner, before whirling around again. "Oh, and Brad you can have your gun back." he said, giving the repeater to Brad.
 
"Ha! Fiends? Bashful? You just made my day."
Brad had his pistol in his left hand, so he grabbed the repeater with his right. He immeadiately felt a sharp pain and dropped it.
"Augh!"
 
Yasmin grinned and lifted her shirt up a bit as if she planned to take it off. ''Ok men, new stratagY. I'll flash my tits to the fiends and whe they are fainting and giggling, you shoot them.'' she dropped it back down and pulled her pants back up. ''And thank, Pawnsy. Your's aren't so bad either, apart from the flaky skin.'' she smiled, no malice in her voice. ''Brad, once you're holding your gun properly again, we're going in.''
 
David smiled at the joke, then said,"I think we got lucky when the fiends didn't hear us and the dogs. I suggest we don't hesitate any longer by joking. Once everyones finished patching up, tell us where to move to and we'll give you and pawnsy covering fire while you get Evan."
 
Jacob cocked an eyebrow at Brad who had promptly dropped his gun. He dismissed the matter, Brad would just need to cope if he had been bitten on the arm. "I say we just clear the fuckin' place room by room until we find Evan. Then the rest of us can keep at it while they take care of him." Jacob's thoughts wandered onto the kinds of things that he would be able to take from here, and gave a maniacal chuckle, one that lacked even an ounce of good nature. "And I am so going to enjoy picking this place clean." Jacob said with a toothy grin, and gave that same disturbed, deep, chuckle once more.
 
Brad Placed his pistol in his holster.
"The Khans are the ones who gave the fiends their drugs. I'm gonna enjoy..."
Brad grabbed his rifle and attached it to the back of his combat armor. He then pulled his pistol back out.
"Taking them back....And then some."
 
Nevest was uneasy. Although nowhere near the fiends on his moral compass, the group he enlisted with were far from saints, more so than the Brotherhood... From Nevest's point of view, that is; Despite a nuclear holocaust and the crippling wounds in post-War society, the vices of Vegas were still ever-present and thriving, manifesting wherever possible.

"I couldn't agree more," Nevest said, gesturing towards David in an attempt to divert the tone of the group's conversation.

"My accuracy may be impaired with this wound -- it is painful to lift my pistol -- but superior training and experience on our behalf ought to achieve victory against gun-toting junkies who possess virtually no sense of coordination or tactics."
 
Tom lifted the Pip-Boy to his mouth, holding it rather than strapping it round his wrist, finding it an awkward tool at best, and with the motion he started to whisper into the mike, "Right Yas, keep it simple, and i'll keep you in cover, don't make a big deal of all your sides being covered, i'll make sure nowt' get's to you".
 
Carib was ready, fresh mag in, his eye was down the iron sights and he would rain hell down when called upon. No Fiend would be left alive. Not a single one. The contract was almost done and afterwards he would head East and find his place in the Old Capital Ruins and perhaps eventually to Point Lookout.
 
Jacob took a moment to make sure that his own weapons were in order. He reloaded his SMG with a fresh clip, with one remaining in reserve, and added a fresh cell to the pistol. Once done he replaced the weapons into their holsters and drew the rifle, flipping the switch for it to begin charging. He propped the rifle against his shoulder and turned to Yasmin. "Ready when you are."

"Today's a day worth living for!" GU-DR cheered, trying in it's own way to raise the spirits of the squad.
 
Carib would never get used to the Gutsy Robots. Something about them always creeped him out. The Ex-Ranger had gone enough tech raids to know the Mr. Gusty wasn't a robot to be trifled with.

Carib gave Jacob the thumbs up.

Hopefully it would be time soon enough to end this thing, get the package and get out with all the Fiends being reduced to dog chow.
 
Yasmin looked at the men backing her up. They were banged up, but ready as they’d ever be. And her skin was humming with adrenalin and the feeling that Evan was close.

“Ok, remember. We go in fast and quiet until I have Evan. Then burn this mother fucker to the ground along with everything in it. Right? Now stay on me. We stick together until we know what we’re fighting against.”

She took out her knife and kept it in her right, for silent kills, but had her magnum tucked in her waistband, just in case they got caught out. She lead them, pressed against the wall, swiftly and silently around the corner. The wall continued on, then there was a long stretch to the other wall. She guessed it ran in a horseshoe shape and there was a loading area or something they were running into. She crept forward to the corner and looked around.
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She was right. There was a big, mostly empty space leading to the entrance. Crates and some low burning barrels lined the walls and the barrels gave small patches of orange light. There was something set up in the very middle of the space. What looked like part of a wooden fence with a body tied to it. She looked closer. It was a man. With shaggy brown hair with thick armour stuck on his legs. She bit back a scream.
“Evan!” she whispered to herself before bolting from the corner, cover and safety to him. She didn’t care if he got shot at, it was him. He was right there. His arms lashed to the wooden plank, sitting on his knees with his head and body slumped forward. She dropped her knife and skidded next to him, taking his jaw in her hands and tilting his head up to see if he was alive.

“Evan?! Ev, please, open your eyes. Look at me, look at me, look at me!” she begged in a hoarse whisper. A quiet groan emitted from his dry, cracked lips and he slowly opened his eyes and blearily looked up at her.

“I….I’m dead…” he whispered to himself, seeing his sister.

Yasmin’s face split into a grin and tears streaked down her cheeks. “No, no, no. You’re not Ev. I’m here. I promise. I’ve got you. And I’m never letting you go again.” She covered his face in kisses and hugged herself to him. He didn’t say anything, he just pressed his face into her shoulder and breathed in deeply. She’d really come.

Reality snapped back in for Yas and she looked quickly up at the windows to see if they were about to die. It was quiet and dark. She looked back to the corner she’d run from, where the men waited. She put her mouth to the pipboys radio and hoped the robots radio was working right. “Medic! Pawnsy, I need you here, now. Blood pack, stimpak, water and any food if you have it.”

She turned back to Evan and grabbed her knife, working on cutting through the belts that held his arms to the wood. “I’m getting you out of here, Ev. I’m getting you out.”
 
"It's a good thing he wasn't inside. That means we can torch the thing to the fuckin' ground."
 
The horseshoe shape of the building caught Tom off a little, but he could still see across to where Yasmin and the target were at. This didn't look too right, they were in a place where Fiends could easily ambush them. Tom lifted the Pip-Boy to his mouth to alert Yasmin, and whispered, "Erm, watch yourself Yasmin, this doesn't seem right, why would they leave him in the open?", Tom left the frequency open so he could hear Yasmin's reply, he didn't come this far to see her and the target to get killed.
 
A voice emanated from GU-DR's speakers, completely different from the artificial rugged voice that usually shot forth from the robot.
“Medic! Pawnsy, I need you here, now. Blood pack, stimpak, water and any food if you have it.” Yasmin's voice spoke from the speakers. Jacob looked to where Yasmin was, and guessed that the figure lashed on the wood was Evan. He turned to GU-DR and drew a small circle in the air with his index finger, the robot picked up on the signal and extended it's combat sensors to their full length, and began scanning the area for any signs of danger.

"It's a good thing he wasn't inside. That means we can torch the thing to the fuckin' ground." Jacob whirled around and glared at Brad.

"Over. My. Dead. Body." Jacob growled at Brad. Jacob had no love for fiends, but he did want a shot at their stuff. He wouldn't get that shot if the whole place was a smoldering pile of rubble.

Jacob approached Yasmin who was now desperately cutting at the belts that held him to the wood. So this was Evan, Jacob was honestly expecting more, Evan was visibly younger than Yasmin, practically still a teenager. He looked towards the doors of the factory, his way inside. For now he'd wait until Evan had been moved to safety, but Jacob was going to get inside whether or not anyone else joined in with him.

"Pawnsy should be along shortly." Jacob reported to Yasmin, not taking his eyes off of the door. GU-DR floated up, fully ready for combat and began rotating in place a few feet from Jacob to scan the area.
 
David watched as Yasmin ran towards Evan and talk to him. He frowned. He didn't know if it was a trap, but by leaving cover so hastily, she could've been killed. And by not cutting him down immediately, she was putting them both in danger. She was letting her emotions cloud her judgement. But she cared for Evan, and David could understand, even if he disapproved. He moved around the corner and hid by a crate, Deciding to prvide close range cover for Yasmin, Evan and Pawnsy.
 
Pawnsy stumbled over to where Yas and Evan were,he immediately plugged a Stimpak into Evan's arm before getting out a blood pack and taking the cap off the IV needle. After quickly finding the vein and "plugging in" the IV he took out a bottle of water and potato crisps "All I have,and I can't say the waters too clean but I'm sure we're not going for fine dining" Those few words were the only slow action Pawnsy did,the minute he reached Evan he did everything at a hurried pace panting and wheezing as he worked. They weren't even under fire but Pawnsy had a gut feeling something was going to happen,everything was too quiet.It was like patrols in the swamp,only after he patched their guys up from traps would they attack.
 
Yasmin unbound Evan and took his weight with difficulty as he slumped forward. Though still young, he had filled out and was bordering on being barrel chested. Though lack of food and water made him look depleted and his stubbly cheeks were gaunt, his chocolate coloured hair was dull with dust and slightly matted. He was covered in cuts in various degrees of severity, burns criss-crossed his arms and he had fading bruises covering most of his visible skin.

She leaned him back on the fence and took the water from Pawnsy as soon as he could produce it, tilted Evan’s head back and slowly poured some of the cloudy water into his mouth. He coughed a bit, but gulped it down as fast as he could. She looked at the chips then to Pawnsy “Anything wetter? I don’t know if he can handle something so dry.”

Evan groaned and opened his eyes. They were a dark, steely blue and looked clouded. “N...no. G-good. Need it.”

Yasmin looked at him with her eyebrows knitted for a few seconds then ripped open the chips, put two in her mouth, chewed them a bit, then put the mush in her hand and fed it to Evan. It wasn’t the most pleasant thing, but it worked and he could swallow. “Evan,” she asked quietly between chewing and feeding him “is this a trap? Where are all the Fiends?”

He grimaced as the wet mush scraped down his throat. “I’m a….warning. Keep people out.” He looked up at Pawnsy and mustered a thankful smile. “Fiends don’t…patrol. Don’t care. No one is out here.” He accepted the water from Yasmin’s canteen. “Leave someone out here. Till they die. Replace ‘em. Only check three days.”

“So we’re safe? They won’t come check on you?” Yasmin asked, her knuckles cracking as her hands balled into fists. He shook his head. She brought her pipboy up. “Guys, come over. There isn’t any patrols. They don’t think they need them. Bring water.”
 
Tom couldn't hear what was going on, it seemed wierd being distant from what was happening for such a long time, he lifted the pip-boy to speak, then a voice talked through, it was Yasmin's, “Guys, come over. There isn’t any patrols. They don’t think they need them. Bring water.”

Tom knew the comm was generalised but he had to specify, "Should I stay here, y'know for safety's sake, Yas?", he felt he needed to specify further, he didn't want to sound like a coward, "I'm not a chicken or anything, but anything can happen".
 
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