New Vegas: Blood Ties

Jacob caught the Pip-Boy when it was thrown to him, and returned it to it's proper place on his left forearm. He gave a sigh of relief as the device locked into place, glad to have such a useful item back in his possession. Jacob turned to Yasmin.

"Gotta agree with David, let's stop gabbing and start killing."
 
Evan gave David a distasteful look then glanced at Yasmin. “Hombre, qué un pinchazo de mierda.”

She smiled and shrugged. “Sé. Él es una molestia, pero él tiene sus aplicaciones. Un escudo humano, por ejemplo.” They both laughed and she moved to the door. It felt good having Evan around and using their father’s natural tongue again. (Unintentionally the creepiest sentence I ever wrote). She opened the doors and pushed them open, going in first with her magnum raised. It was dark in the entrance, the only light was that which managed through the dirty windows from outside, and it was going to be fading fast. She walked in slowly, looking around, but all was quiet and empty. She motioned for the rest to come in behind her, Evan took the spot to her left and tried to figure out which way they had brought him down.
 
Carib placed himself behind David, the assault carbine at the ready. This place was deserted, or at least the hall was. He noticed some spent jet ampules and stimpak syringes. Definitely Fiends were living hear. He noticed some dark maroon spots on the wall and he could guess that it wasn't rust.
 
Tom followed in with everyone, and glanced round the room, it was definetely a fiend base, it was blaringly obvious, the blood on the wall, the jet and syringes on the floor, it was just wrong at best. Tom took a look at Carib, and it reminded him of the ammo Carib had gave him, it would give him a chance to test it. He opened the pouch on his belt and pulled out some of the new rounds, Tom could tell they weren't his bog standard .308, as they felt different, the weight, factored in almost immediately. He slot the round into the chamber of his hunting rifle, and it made a loud clunk as he slid the bolt.
 
David moved in. He was surpised to see no fiends, but remained alert and waited for the order to move out. The way the fiends had 'decorated' their base was nothing new to him, raiders in the capital wasteland were the same, one of the only differences being the helmets the fiends wore. David thought about how he would take down the fiends. He only had a pistol, so he would need to get headshots whenever he could, knowing the fiends damaged threshold. He should steal their weapons when he hads the chance, to even the playing field. His mind switched back to the mission at hand and waited for evan to get his bearings and lead them to the survivors.
 
Tom glanced over to David, and nodded to show he would have his back. Tom slowly moved his eyes around the room, until he saw a bottle of whiskey, unopened. It was his. He grabbed it instinctively, and cracked it open. He slowly whispered as he prepared to pour it into his mouth, "Bottom's up", the whisky trickled down his throat then he realised he needed his accuracy, and whiskey wasn't going to help that, so he put it into one of the large pouches which addorned his belt.
 
Jacob filed in with the group with GU-DR entering right behind Jacob. He took in the sight of the room, syringes, blood... yep definitely a fiend stronghold. A small light blinked on Jacob's Pip-Boy, and he glanced at the screen. GU-DR had sent the first status report, so far all systems normal. Jacob resisted the urge to turn on the Pip-Boy light, it would help him see true but it would also help him be seen.
 
Evan looked at the other side of the room, since the big area was empty barring the usual boxes and clutter you found in factories. There was a door leading further back, plus one off to the right. Up on the next floor was a metal grid walk way and three doors leading onto it. He kept his voice quiet. "I think if we go back there there'll be stairs that can lead us to where I was kept, but...But I really can't be sure. It was so long ago."
 
David nodded as evan talked. He would normally make a comment about Evans memory loss, but he stayed quiet. He knew what torture could do to a man. He had tortured enough people to know. He didn't like to think about his past, but what was happening here reminded him of it. Take away the blood and the drugs, this looked like something the Reapers would've used for interrogation. He kept himself from shuddering in front of the others.
 
Jacob looked to where Evan had indicated and began moving towards it before Evan gave his lack of assurance to the fact.
"Not like we've got many options there Evan. That said, perhaps we should just check both ways? We'll cover more ground and whoever finds the stairs can call it in via Pip-Boy and the others can double back."
 
Carib tapped his helmet, "I got it. I got stealth on my side." he touched the stealthfield and was enveloped in the shimmering field. "I'll catch you guys later."
 
Yasmin looked at her brother. "We'll you aren't leaving my sight. If you want to go check out that way, then I'll follow."

He nodded. "Right. Whoever wants to come this way, stick with us. If you want to check out the other ways, go for it. But saving people comes before scavenging. These people are starving and getting beaten. Getting them out is more important than any leftover drugs the Fiends have.”

The two headed across the room to the doorway, weapons drawn checking the walk way above them for any signs of danger.

“Also, be careful of traps. I don’t think they set any up, but you never know.”
 
Tom walked behind Yasmin, whispered, "I'll stick with you". He slowly copied Yasmin's movement as she moved towards the doorway.
 
Pawnsy's eyes wandered the opposite direction from the stairs. He had a theory that most of the fiend's chems would be laced with other shit,but then again he was still semi new to the Mojave maybe the Khans were honest drug dealers,certainly the opposite of what Pawnsy would do. He kept his voice low "I'll check the other way,saving hostages and playing boy scouts isn't exactly my cup of tea."
 
Jacob followed after Pawnsy, he wanted to check the other way as it was his idea. "Keep your radio frequency open, I'll let you know if we find anything." Jacob said to Yasmin, then headed for the other door. Once he reached it, he aimed his rifle at it and gently nudged the door open with his foot.
 
It took sometime to get used to the effect of the stealthboy, but Carib had employed the pre-war tech on several occasions and it had saved lives - and taken them. He understood why the Nightkin had been so feared during the height of the Master's power. Of course, Carib hadn't lived in those times, but he listened. One of the instructors, a ghoul named poppy's had been an instructor at the Ranger school house in NCR. He had given them a run down about pre-war tech, especially stealthboys.

His footsteps were soft and deft on the metal floor and as he ascended the stairwell, hopefully catching a Fiend or two off guard it would strike the drugged out raiders off balance.

Reaching the balcony, a walled up windowless room, he saw his quarry on the bed. Surrounded by the usual trash. A true Fiend nest. Empty hypos, beer bottles, the strong sent of urine and shit. And it was an angry smell at that. Nude magazines were torn and damp. He had seen too many Fiend dens to know their habits by heart. In the corner, next to a beat up locker filled were his prey.

Looking at the wall locker, he noticed a PTR-91 (7.62) rifle. Pretty rear. Beat up, he was sure it had seen days. Perhaps he would take it after he did in the two skags.

Two of them. Both probably stoned out of their minds. Carib pressed himself into the shadows and waited for movement. One was obviously stirring the other was stone stiff in the twin size bed.

The other one began to rise and there was a low flash and the sound of a cork being popped and the Fiend slumped back, limp as a boned fish. It was a bullet to the temple. Carib quietly moved out of the shadows and tapped the other body.

Cold and dead.

Probably Overdosed.

Seeing the small room secure and the adjacent room empty, Carib chimmed in on the PIP. "Two up here. Both retired. Awaiting further instructions."
 
Brad followed Pawnsy, Jacob, and GU-DR. When in doubt, follow the guy with the military grade combat robot.
 
Jacob crept through the hallway past the door, rifle at the ready and pointed strait down the corridor. He reached a set of doors, one on either wall to his sides, and took the one on the left and motioned for GU-DR to take the one on the right. He held up three of his fingers, lowered the number to two, then one, and opened his door. Inside he found an abandoned office, totally devoid of life, the lack of shooting from the other room indicated that GU-DR seemed to have found something similar. The most interesting thing in the room was it's stench, which Jacob attributed to the skeleton in the corner. He moved over to the desk and opened the drawers, finding them completely empty. He shut them in disappointment and reentered the hallway to find GU-DR waiting for him.

"Anything?" Jacob asked.

"No sir, no hostiles detected through visual scans or infrared scans."

"You have infrared? I don't remember installing that."

"I was built with it installed sir!"

"Why didn't you ever tell me? And don't say-"

"You never asked sir!" Jacob glared angrily at the robot, then bashed at it with the butt of his rifle. "Sir! Friendly fire!"

"Shut up! Scan the rooms, all of them right now before I use you for scrap metal!" The robot responded by extending it's sensors and looking down the hallway, then immediately turning back to Jacob.

"No enemies detected in the corridor sir!" Jacob's eye twitched angrily.

"I didn't say scan the hallway, I can see the hallway, I said scan the rooms!"

"I cannot from this position!"

"You just said you had infrared vision!" Jacob was becoming annoyed at this point.

"My scanners cannot penetrate concrete."

"Penetrate, what do you mean penetrate?! Infrared scanning detects heat signatures! Concrete shouldn't matter!"

"My ultrasonic waves cannot get through concrete as they bounce off too easily." the robot responded a bit too proudly for Jacob's taste.

"Ultrasonic." Jacob said in a deadpan voice.

"Yes sir!"

"Thats SONAR wire brain!" striking the robot once more. "Then go to each door and scan the damn rooms. And when we're done here you're getting a crash course in just about damn near everything!"

"By your command sir!"

"Pre-war junk." Jacob groaned, exasperated from the sheer stupidity of his robot, and waited as the Mr. Gutsy floated in front of each door, opened it, and looked inside before moving on.
 
Evan led the way up the stairs, Yasmin sticking so close to him she was almost on his back. There was barely any light now that they were in a hallway with no windows, just open doors with the poor light from them creeping out. Yasmin pulled out a bottle of cateye and popped one in her mouth, giving one to Evan and passing the bottle back to the men following so they could take one if they wanted.

He tried to look for something familiar, but he’d been concussed at the time they dragged him out and after days baking in the sun everything was distant in his mind. The drugs didn’t help at all with clearing that up. He crept past the open doors, peering in each time, gun first, just in case. But as they went further and further back, it was the same. Sparse rooms, not even chairs in some of them. This didn’t make sense. Sure, this place was old and abandoned. But that didn’t5 explain it being almost empty.

Noise up ahead made everyone alert. Low voices talking. Their words were slurred and they sounded docile, for lack of a better word. Evan looked over his shoulder.

“Don’t know how many there are. Shoot to kill.”

They moved as a group to the door. There were three fiends, high off of their faces, one lying on the ground staring at the roof and laughing, two sitting up facing each other talking. The room was lit by a few lanterns on the floor. The one faced towards the door looked at Evan as he came through, gun raised. The fiend looked confused, pointed a finger at him about to say something, but the spray of bullets from the assault rifle cut him off. As the other turned to look at them, Yasmin swept in past Evan and slit the drug addict’s throat with her knife. The one on the floor didn’t realise anything was happening until the blood from his mates throat started spurting out onto him.
 
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