Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20181223224329/@comment-7262318-20181229052406

48 Hours After The Undercity Battle...

"Did you get it working?" Rick asked, cigar hanging loosely out of his cracked, leathery lips.

"Rick, if it was workin', I'd be talkin' to Nattie, now wouldn't I?" Duncan shot back, continuing to reroute wires and check the frequency of the ill-gotten radio. "Just give me a bloody minute and I'll have it..."

"Well hurry it up," Rick sighed, plopping down on the bed. He nearly sat down on a spring that was poking out of the cloth. "I'm sick of this goddamn town. If I have to spend another week in this place, I might snap your neck..."

"Exactly what will snapping his neck accomplish?" Tyrus asked. He was busy doing routine maitenance on his rifle in a chair in the corner. Right now, he was working with the barrel, making sure it was clean as a whistle.

"I don't know, it's probably thereapeutic... releasing pent-up aggression and all that..." Rick shrugged.

"Well, maybe you could find a different outlet for that... have you considered knitting, lad?" Duncan laughed.

"Oh, Good idea, McJackass! Maybe I can take a few sowing needles and jam them right in your stupid-"

Rick's juvenile humor was cut off by the radio suddenly coming to life. After a brief moment of deafening static filling the room, Duncan adjusted the knobs and got the radio tuned into the correct frequency. As he did so, the sound of a new voice began filling the room.

"This is a restricted frequency," The voice, that of a female, told them. "You are compelled to change airwaves immediately or-"

"Nat? Nat! It's us, It's Duncan! With Rick and Tyrus!" Duncan spat into the microphone, holding down the button to speak.

"... ID Code?" 'Nat' asked him

"Zero-One-Zero-Five-One-Seven-Zero-Seven," Duncan responded. "It's me, lass, trust me..."

"... Good to be hearing from you," Natalya spoke. "What's your status."

"The prophecy business has been taken care," Duncan replied. "Four Wannabe-Gods disposed of, one evil entity banished to hell, and one city saved thanks to yours truly..."

"And me!" Rick spat. "I did most of the heavy lifting!"

A sigh came back through the radio. "I see Deere is still alive..."

"You know he's harder to get rid of than that," Duncan laughed.

"Yes, I'm aware..." She murmured. "I suppose you're ready for pickup, then?"

"Yes, ma'am. We're just on the outskirts of Seattle. Holed up in some old office building..."

"I'll have a chopper sent out your way..." Natalya said. "Good job, as always..."

"No problem, Nat... We'll see you soon."

"Alright... I'll have Stonewall cook you guys some Yao Guai. He's been worried sick about you guys..."

"I bet he has..." Duncan chuckled. "I'm signing off now. See you soon."

He took his hand off the button and and turned the radio off. "Well guys, we did it... won't be too long now... although, we're going to need make a quick stop in Montana."

"Montana?" Tyrus raised an eyebrow. "For what?"

"Deaphanie and I are checking out a cabin there..." Duncan shrugged, a sly grin on his face.

The End 

(Duncan, Rick, and Tyrus will return in Fallout: Eagle Company)