Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190903154219/@comment-3293219-20190929140519

It had been quite a while since Cheyenne had suited up. She had spent that time searching for personel, either to rescue or confirm their death.

She surprisingly turned up empty.

She believed herself to be onto something, around the kitchen area, though it turned out to be bad lead.

The only employee that she ended up finding was a vertibird pilot, on night shift, who she found sleeping in his cott. It seemed that he was a heavy sleeper, who was wearing ear plugs to boot.

The only way that she was able to wake him was with a stern shake. He was a little traumatized, given that a bug eyed, hulking, metalic devil loomed over him as he slept, complete with ominous glowing eyes.

She gave him a strong drink and sat him down in the cockpit of the remaining bird. For now, she just had to look for other survivors.

Now that this seemed impossible, her next step was to figure out where the others were going. She figured out that the best method was to track them, with the tracking devices in their earpieces, which were usually disabled for obvious reasons.

She could easily turn them on, see where they were and then disconnect them before destroying the terminal and wiping it clean of data.

It became apparent that a lot of them were scattered across the country. Some in Montana, some in San Diego and Paul's tracker pointed to... San Francisco?

She had to double take to make sure that this wasn't the case but it definitely was.

Just looking at her pipboy backed it up, that Paul Morgan was stranded in San-Fran.

She made notes of the locations before wiping the console of all information, it was an off chance but Shrike could come back to the base for clues on where they were headed.

There was no room for error in a place like this. One dropped document could lose them everyone, as a result, she had to scour the palce and burn anything that could lead anyone to them.

As soon as she was done, she had the surviving pilot fly her straight there. She knew that the experimental stimulant was likely to cut out soon. She just hoped that there wouldn't be any immediate side effects...