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    Courtesy of Psychomantis108

    “Figured out enough. Have you ever dedicated your whole life to something, only for it to be stripped away from you?”

    Randall’s expression darkened. “You know I have.” Shrike felt an involuntarily spike of uneasiness. The smile, the easy-going nature was a façade. Shrike was cruel, cold, and ruthless. She knew this. She didn’t try to hide it. But the image Randall projected was fake. Whatever dwelled inside him, whatever kept him moving, was savage. Shrike thought there was somewhere, far away, but somewhere, that she would draw the line. For Randall it was different. He would do whatever it took to survive. There was no limit or line he wouldn’t cross. It had been a gamble involving him, as she had to use leverage to keep him in line. Eventually, he would test the boundaries, like any animal that had been caged. Shrike would be ready.

    “That is what drives me.” She said, looked back at the tower. “Knowing that my life, all my sacrifices, has been for nothing. But I’ll die with a smile on my lips if who cost me it suffers the same.”

    Randall raised an eyebrow at her, unfazed. “You’re intense, lady.”

    “I take after my mother.”


    My name is Agent Miller. You do not know me. But I know you. I am Agent for the Office of Science and Industry, an intelligence department within the New California Republic. To some of you, those names will be meaningless. It is unimportant whether you recognize them or not. I will tell you what you need to know.


    There is a woman named Shrike. You may have heard of her. She is unstable, dangerous, and, so far as we know it, a killer without equal. She is coming for you. She will stop at nothing to end your life. If you are receiving this message it is because Shrike believes the same thing I do: that you are a person of extraordinary talent or popular renown. This is why you are her target.

    You are not without resources however, or friends. You will tune to the following frequency: 550.97GHz L. What follows will confuse and disorient you. But believe me when I say that the alternative that Shrike offers is much, much worse…

    You received this message moments ago, either through your Pip-boy, preferred communications device, maybe even by courier; however you usually get your notices-of-impending-doom.

    Deciding that it couldn’t hurt to at least tune in to the frequency Miller mentioned, you went to the nearest radio, be it on your arm or elsewhere, and tuned it to the frequency. It wasn’t much later that you heard the propellers of a vertibird. Little do you know, but you just signed on to be a part of Miller's Coalition.


    One week ago the rogue hitwoman known as “Shrike” attacked New Vegas, targeting its ruler, Josey Wales. She killed Wales’ closest associates, with the exception of Craig Boone. Wales and Boone have been missing since Shrike’s attack and Shrike herself has been in the wind, although there is rumor that in the time since she has continued her murder spree around the country. Working alongside Shrike are two men: Thomas Hamilton and Randall Clark, both notorious killers in their own right.

    Shrike slowly advances her plan to kill those she has deemed necessary, regardless of the collateral damage inflicted. Meanwhile, those Shrike pursues prepare. Will a competent defense form against her in time or will Shrike achieve her goal of ending the Legends of the Wastes?


    Rules:

    1. The date is June 29, 2290 (Three years after the events of Fallout: Prophecy, four years after Godless America, immediately after Butcherbird). Your character can either start in one of two places: inside a warehouse they were just dropped off in or waiting to be picked up by Agent Miller.

    2. You can be a Human, Ghoul, Supermutant, or Synth.

    3. You must post a character card before posting. You can have as many characters as you want, provided that you can handle it.

    4. Don't be OP (should speak for itself). VATS is disabled. Guns and gun wounds work like real life. You cannot survive three bullets to the head, et cetera. Armored characters be it metal or skin obviously have the edge.

    5. You cannot kill (or control) other people's characters, without their consent. Same goes for amputations and maiming. Named NPCs cannot be directly controlled by the players, without the GM's permission, for story purposes.

    6. Take the RP seriously, shit posting will get you banned. I don't care how bored you are or how many pets you've lost. Don't hijack the story and change its purpose, you're more than welcome to make your own RP doing that. Anyone who leaves (without a good reason) will not be allowed back in. This is to stop people from taking the RP hostage, by constantly leaving/threatening to leave.

    7. Please use common sense when adding a character. The story relies upon the inherent threat Shrike presents. Do not make a character that Shrike would have no desire to kill (such as a bag merchant) or a character that Shrike would be incapable of killing. If your character can’t be hurt by Shrike, doesn’t care about Shrike, or isn’t afraid of Shrike, then what the heck would they be doing here?


    Character Card

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    S. P. E. C. I. A. L. (Optional):

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    Background: Keep in mind that your character’s background is the reason they were contacted by Miller or Shrike is coming after them. Refer to rule #7.


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    Summary:

    The entirity of Miller's Coalition was recruited by Agent Miller and brought to Warehouse Zulu. The briefing on Shrike has begun, as Miller prepares them for the road ahead. Shanks vomited, William Van De Poorter is an anmesiac, Cable may have a thing for an older woman, and Harriot&Wilkes are at it again.

    The new coalition plans to divide up based upon objectives. One group is planning to be headed for the Big Empty to search for a weakness for Shrike, while the other two plan to get clues on Randall or Hamilton.

    It was eventually decided that Morgan Jones, Josey Wales, Denis Callaghan, Brutus, Harriot Walker, Wilkes Walker, Rick Deere, and Paul Morgan would head to the Big Empty.  Tanner Collins, William Van De Poorter, Timothy Ashford, Tyrus Carr, Evangeline Winfield, and Shanks would be heading to San Francisco.

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    • "I doubt that," Wilkes smirked, giving her a gentle kiss.

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    • "I need the stress." Morgan shrugged. "Keeps me focused." 

      -

      Harriot smiled and reciprocated. 

      "I dunno, man. I do love you a lot."

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    • "Focused on what?"

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    • "Everything." Morgan sighed, softly.

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    • "Well... I'm the one who came out here for you," Wilkes pointed out.

      "That takes a lot of love."

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    • "It does.." Harriot smiled.

      "And I appreciate it!"

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    • "You better," Wilkes said, holding her in his arms.

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    • "Course I do." Harriot whispered. "I'd be super lonely without ya here."

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    • "If you're focused on everything, aren't you therefore unfocused?" Six pointed out.

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    • "Wasn't going to stop you though, was it," Wilkes said.

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    • "No." Morgan shook her head.

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      "Nope." Harriot beamed. 

      "Sorry.."

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    • "Vacation's the last thing I need."  Tanner said.  "It's better if I stay busy."  Staying busy kept the dark thoughts away.

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    • Six frowned at that. She was definitely not making any sense to him...

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    • Morgan barely made sense to anybody. She shrugged and turned away.

      "Sorry."

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    • "Naomi always has work, would be less stressful and you could get paid." Kayleigh offered.

      "Could even work with me, I think."

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    • "I'll think about it."  Tanner smirked.  He had a lot of things to work out before he could even think about a 'next step' in his life.  "It's probably premature to plan out my future while we have a superhuman assassin after us."

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    • "don't apologize," Six said. "I just thought I'd offer my aid..."

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    • "I'll get back to you if I need it." Morgan sighed, deciding to compromise.

      "Ok?"

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    • "Very well," Six said, turning to leave.

      "We have the technology that could... give the chip another chance," He said.

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    • "I prefer to source it myself." Morgan murmured as Six left.

      Don't trust anyone else.

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    • "... Very well," Six nodded, leaving her in peace.

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    • "No you're not," Wilkes murmured.

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    • Willy brushed his teeth and took to bed.

      He would try to sleep but found himself staring up at the ceiling with his arms crossed over the sheets. Thinking. Perhaps he would just ask Agent Miller he could be sent home. This was nothing for him. How badly would Shrike want to kill him, really?

      He groaned as he felt tears well up in his eyes. He was so very unhappy in here.

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    • "Do you get sick of being right all the time?" Harry giggled.

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    • "Right now I wish I weren't," Wilkes sighed.

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    • "Mm...you wanna sleep?"

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    • "Kind of," Wilkes supposed.

      "You tired?"

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    • "A little, yes." Harriot admitted.

      "It's been some day.."

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      "I'll think about it."  Tanner smirked.  He had a lot of things to work out before he could even think about a 'next step' in his life.  "It's probably premature to plan out my future while we have a superhuman assassin after us."

      "You have too much shit in your head wearing you down, meat", a hoarse, growling voice said from the kitchen entrance. There wasn't much that slipped by unnoticed by the dogfaced assassin's scruffy ears, peeking out of two slits in his hood. "The same goes for all of you. You are all too tense. Too much crap on your minds. You going after this hyper-technological harpy, you do so with clear minds. Or else you might as well be dog food."

      Evangeline didn't like the assassin. Not because of his trade, she was an assassin herself after all. Not because of his hideous appearance. She knew better than to judge by someone's exterior. But because of his ideals. He was just a grunt. A mercenary: loyal to nothing but gold, without as much as a single moral bone in his disfigured body. According to records there was plenty of blood on the mutant's hands. Blood from both sides, the bad and the good.

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    • "He has a point." Kayleigh said, with a shrug.

      "Can't let things get us down and lose focus."

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    • "It has," Wilkes figured. He held her close and kissed her cheek.

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    • Tanner agreed that Shanks actually had a point, despite the poor delivery, but there wasn't much he could do about it.  If it was as easy as flipping a switch and feeling better about himself, Tanner would've done so a long time ago.  But depression was caustic, and the more you tried to fight it the more it chipped away at you.

      "I'm focused."  Tanner said.  "As much as I can be, anyway.  I've gone through too much to let Shrike be the one who gets me."

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    • Evangeline didn't want to believe that this killer could deliver some good and profound advice in their quest, but nevertheless she knew that he was right, as Kayleigh had said. She couldn't wallow in her own personal issues concerning the Order. She had to let that lie for now. The rising threat of Shrike was a far more important topic.

      "I'm focused."  Tanner said.  "As much as I can be, anyway.  I've gone through too much to let Shrike be the one who gets me."

      "She won't", Evangeline assured him. "I won't let her."

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    • Harriot closed her eyes, feeling very comfy as she kissed his nose.

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    • "Let's get under the covers," Wilkes suggested.

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    • "Heh, if you let her get you, I'm going to spend the last moments of your life yelling at you, through your ear piece." Kayleigh shrugged, with a faint snicker.

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    • Just as Evangeline made her assurances Willy wandered in, wearing his undies and tank top.

      "Oh..."

      He seemed emberassed now.

      "I thought people had gone to bed."

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    • Psychomantis108 wrote:
      "Heh, if you let her get you, I'm going to spend the last moments of your life yelling at you, through your ear piece." Kayleigh shrugged, with a faint snicker.

      "What if she gets me?" Shanks asked with a grin. "Would you be yelling at me?"

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    • "I'd probably blow a dog whistle down your earpiece as punishment for you getting the shit kicked out of you, by a girl." Kayleigh suggested as William walked in.

      "Oh, we probably should but we haven't seen eachother in so long, that we wanted to catch up. You're... Will, right?"

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    • Willy made his way to the fridge and came back with a plate of cheese. He wished he could take it with him to his room, but felt like that was against the rules, so he sat himself somewhat distant from the others and started to eat his worries away. Comforting himself with the delicious cheese he had found.

      "Oh, we probably should but we haven't seen eachother in so long, that we wanted to catch up. You're... Will, right?"

      "Yes." Willy answered shyly.

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    • "Alright.." She murmured as she wriggled round to get them both under.

      "See...not too bad.."

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    • "Most of my psyche profiles on you are back from when you had your memories. So... It's a little strange. I both know a lot about you and yet nothing at all." Kayleigh explained, with a faint smile.

      "You seem overwhelmed."

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    • "I don't like it here." Willy admitted.

      "I miss home.'

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    • "I do have a nice pillow to hold on to," Wilkes supposed.

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    • Tanner felt bad for Willy, but was amused at the same time.

      "You need anything, Will?"  He offered.  "What would make this place more like home?"

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    • "I..." Something seemed to have come across his mind but he felt too embarrassed to share it with most of them around.

      Instead he burrowed into a thick slice of cheese.

      "Down't noww." He munched sadly

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    • "You can tell me, Will."  Tanner said.  "We're friends. remember?"

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    • Willy seemed conflicted. This cheese was doing plenty for him already. Eating made him feel good after all. As was now very evident to those around.

      He hated that almost everyone was looking at him though. He felt so ill at ease.

      "Promise you won't laugh?" He asked, sounding very earnest about it too.

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    • Tanner held one hand over his heart, the other in air.  "Knight's honor."

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    • "I had this little... plushie. Dorie. That helped me sleep at night." 

      He almost choked on a piece of cheese then.

      but quickly recovered and added:

      "I know it sounds dumb. You must think I'm stupid." The former murderer pouted.

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    • Tanner thought it was a little silly, but didn't show it.

      "What did it look like?"  He asked.

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    • "She's a meep." 

      Willy explained.

      "I used to have nightmares. Very bad ones. And Dorie helped me get through them."

      Willy wished he hadn't told them he still slept with a plushie as if he were three. And in a way, he actually was, but the farmhand was still painfully aware of how immature it was. He just couldn't help it. It was just a fact that it aided him sleep.

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    • "I'll see what I can do."  Tanner said.

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    • "Anyways." Willy said, wishing to move on from his own immaturities to something else.

      He took another bite from the cheese.

      "What were you talking about?"

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    • "Something about dog whistles."  Tanner said, not really remembering.

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    • "I am pretty comfy." Harriot chirped. "And you aint so bad either."

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    • "oh?" Willy asked, seeming curious about the subject at hand, his gaze turned subconciously towards Shanks.

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    • "Mm, I know," Wilkes whispered.

      "I mean, I had to have seduced you somehow..."

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    • "Mmm, I told Shanks I was going to annoy him with one if he dared to die on me, during this mission." Kayleigh explained.

      "Figured it would give him some motivation."

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    • "What the muscles, strength and awesome looks weren't enough?" Harriot grinned.

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    • Willy was sure it was a joke of sorts but he didn't think it was funny. Death wasn't fun."

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    • "Well, they certainly helped," Wilkes figured, kissing her jawline.

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    • "They sure helped me.." Harriot giggled.

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    • "Alright, well, I'm going to head to bed."  Tanner said, heading to set his dishes in the washer.  "I'll all of you tomorrow."

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    • "G'night Tanner." Kayleigh said, softly.

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    • "Been at death's door far too many times to let Shrike get the better of me now", Shanks shrugged at Kayleigh's jape. "Besides there are things in this shitty life that are worth having a second coming to."

      The dogman cast a suggestive glance at the redhead.

      "Alright, well, I'm going to head to bed."  Tanner said, heading to set his dishes in the washer.  "I'll see all of you tomorrow."

      "Goodnight, Tanner", Evangeline said.

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    • "They aren't what they used to be, though," Wilkes said.

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    • "Night, Kayleigh."  Tanner said with a slight smile.  "Night Eva, Night Will.  Shanks."  He nodded once, and then was off.

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    • "Yeah they are even better cause of all the farming we do." Harriot beamed.

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    • Kayleigh doubted that Shanks could give her the first coming but thought better of sharing that.

      "Hmm... I should be sleeping but... I'd rather not."

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    • "Nah..." Wilkes murmured. "I've been slacking on my training routines."

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    • Willy felt the same way. He didn't like being alone in this place.

      Food, company or both would make him feel less homesick.

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    • "Oh, well...I have not reall noticed." Harry smiled as she poked Wilkes' arm.

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    • "What if we got something to drink and some cards?" Kayleigh finally suggested, with a shrug.

      "Not a bad way to spend the night."

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    • "Pfft..." Wilkes uttered. "You should pay more attention, then."

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    • "What if we got something to drink and some cards?" Kayleigh finally suggested, with a shrug.

      "I don't drink", Evangeline stated.

      "Not a bad way to spend the night."

      "You monologuing my inner thoughts or something, meat?" Shanks chuckled, followed by a doglike snarl as he reached for a pack of cigarettes inside his coat. He flicked the lid open with a clawed finger and pulled one death stick out, putting it between his jaws as he ignited it with a flip lighter bearing the insignia of the US Army. "I would, but I want to feel some air on my face that ain't reeking with shut-ins. Feel free to join me outside for a smoke or two. I could use some company that won't bore me to a long overdue grave."

      The dogman tramped his way out of the kitchen.

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    • "Or maybe...I don't care how muscly you are." Harriot suggested.

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    • "What, they're not why you fell in love with me?" Wilkes smirked.

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    • Willy looked on as Shanks left the room, leaving him with the red haired woman and the one with the weird milky eyes.

      He didn't know where to look but straight in front of him. Preferably with a big piece of cheese blocking his peripheral vision. 

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    • "Course not." Harriot giggled.

      "You saved me in more ways than one, man."

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    • "I'm just joking..." Wilkes whispered. "What we have... isn't about looks."

      He planted a kiss in her neck.

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    • "You're right about that." Harriot sighed as she ran a hand through his hair.

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    • "But they're certainly a bonus," Wilkes added, chuckling into her neck.

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    • "I mean..." Kayleigh shrugged, she was pretty bad at this.

      "The drink was just an added suggestion. I don't mind what we do, just figured we should spend the time together."

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    • "Mmhm, but not needed." Harry chuckled herself.

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    • Willy almost choked again. The man seemed to eat like his life depended on it, stuffing himself without moderation.

      "Are you talking to me?" The farmhand asked, daunted by the prospect of being spoken to by a ladywoman that wasn't Joan.

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    • Wilkes smiled and kissed her again, almost forgetting that he was mad at her.

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    • "Hey...this is nice." Harriot laughed.

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    • "We could watch the sunset?" Evangeline suggested. "It always helps me take my mind of ... well, whatever might be occurring from herenow on."

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    • "Sure, sounds like what the doctor ordered for Willy." Kayleigh suggested, with a faint smile.

      "How about it, Will?"

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    • "Good," Wilkes whispered, moving the collar of her shirt aside to kiss her shoulder.

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    • Aren't sunsets romantic? Is she asking me out?

      "You really think so?" Willy asked, awkwardly.

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    • "And you seem to be in a very romantic mood tonight." Harry added, with a chuckle.

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    • "Worth a shot." Kayleigh said, rising to her feet and pushing her stool under.

      "Would you like to?"

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    • "S-sure." Willy nodded. He got up from his cheese platter and awkwardly shuffled along with them, still just wearing his tank top and undies.

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    • "Mm..." Wilkes smirked, undoing the knot in her flannel shirt.

      "You sure this doesn't bore you?"

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    • Kayleigh trusted Eva, in knowing where the best spot was to watch the sunset.

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    • "Why would it bore me?" Harriot giggled. 

      "You know I enjoy it."

      Even if it is a little stale at this point..

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    • "I know you haven't been that excited about it for a while now," Wilkes murmured, gently running a finger over the burn mark on her right breast.

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    • "Ach, doesn't mean I don't enjoy it.." Harry smiled.

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    • Wilkes smiled as well, going on to kiss her down her chest to her stomach.

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    • "Mm.." Harriot sighed as she lay back and got comfy.

      (Er so...'fade to black'? xD)

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    • Josey set his hat down on the end table and quietly went about unlacing his boots.

      “Ain’t gonna kill her.” Randall said, letting her go. He pulled his goggles back on. “But can’t have anybody shooting me.” Cass had been playing possum, however, and the instant she was free it was like a jolt of electricity had gone through her. Randall sidestepped as she fired off two shots at him and then rolled to avoid the third she sent towards his leg, trying to slow him down.

      Josey sighed heavily.  Standing up, he stretched out his back, trying to control his breathing.

      His hands passed over his sheaths mid-roll, Cass’ pistol tracked him, and as he sprung to his feet Cass faced him, pistol ready. A single shot rang out and she froze. Slowly, the pistol slipped from her fingers and Randall slid his knives out of her back. She fell first to a knee and then onto her stomach

      Josey bit down hard on his lip.  Easy.  Easy now.

      “I warned you.” Randall spat. “Goddamnit. I fucking warned you.”

      He stuck his daggers back into their sheaths and fired the portal-gun again. He vanished without so much as a flash of light.

      “Cass.” Josey crawled towards her, setting his elbows in the gathering pool of blood. “Please. Be alright…” He murmured. “Please.”

      The room was suffocating, like a steel coffin.  He staggered to the wall and rested his head against it, hyperventalating.

      He forced himself into a sitting position and pulled her onto his lap. He looked at the twin wounds, mirrored in her sides. The knives had found their way perfectly into the gaps of her armor. Undoubtedly fatal—both arteries had been cut, several organs ruptured. Death was guaranteed shortly.

      “Jesus.” He glanced away and stuck a thumb into his mouth to bite down on.

      “Josey.” She beckoned him, weakly. “Is it bad?”

      He struggled to find words.

      “Yeah, it’s bad.” She decided.

      There was a knock at the door.  "One minute."  He called.

      “Cass…”

      “It’s alright, Blondie.” She said. “Just gonna rest, is all. Nothing more than that.”

      The knock came again.  "One minute!"  Josey barked.

      “Did it all for you. Left Sarah, Vegas…” He tried to put meaning into what he was saying what wasn’t able to.

      “I know.” She said, halfway way between a consoling smile and a pained grimace. Her voice grew fainter. “Always knew.”

      He pulled a hand down his face and composed himself, then pressed a button next to the door to emit the visitor.

      It was Miller.

      "Evening, Mr. Wales."

      Josey glared at him.  "What do you want?"

      Miller presented a folder to him . Josey took hesitantly.  "What is it?"  He asked, opening it.

      "Defense Resolution 118."

      Josey gave him a look that said the fuck am I supposed to do with that?

      "The act that created this coalition.  When I hand in these documents tomorrow, you become a legal entity in the NCR."

      Miller pointed to a blank line.  "I thought you might want to give it some thought."  He nodded in parting.  "Mr. Wales."  And then was off, shoes clicking.

      Josey closed the door and sat down on the futon.

      He stared at the blank line for a long moment.

      And then wrote two words.

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      Wilkes panted softly, using his good leg to push himself up next to Harry.

      "Mmh..."

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    • Harriot yawned and curled up beside her husband.

      "See, that was nice.." She giggled.

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    • "Mm, indeed," Wilkes smiled, wrapping his arms around her.

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    • "Mmhm, now it's time for sleep." She grinned.

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    • "Alright," Wilkes whispered, pecking her on the lips and cuddling up properly.

      "I'm sorry I can't do... more in bed."

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    • "S'alright.." Harriot whispered, soothingly.

      "Ain't your fault. And I don't mind." She smiled.

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    • "Well... if you say so," Wilkes murmured.

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    • Evangeline rose up and motioned for the two to follow, heading outside.

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    • Willy followed her. He held his arm awkwardly as they walked. 

      until they finally ended up outside. The orange glow of the sun was beautiful. Just like it was at home.

      This made Willy feel happy. 

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    • Kayleigh took a seat on the floor, hugging her knees as she watched.

      "Y'know... I've never stopped to do this before."

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    • "You've never enjoyed a sunset?" Willy asked with an incredulous tone of voice.

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    • Shanks sat outside the warehouse. His back slumped back against the cold, hard steel walls. Cigarette in mouth and his fuzzy hands shoved into the pockets of his coat. Being alone again, he decided to pull back his hood and expose himself to the evening breezes that played with the fur that covered his elongated head.

      He didn't know what to make of this cause. Though he had no doubt that they were all qualified in one way or another, he felt it as if he was but a mark in a huge gamble. And he needed to make sure that it paid off his way. This Shrike woman was definitely not a target to take lightly, but so was he. 

      The people here were stranger than expected, although he was glad to see a couple of familiar faces. Hancock had a face that only a blind hedgehog could love, but he was a good man. Probably the only man at this place that he could trust. Also, looking at him made him not feel so insecure about his own mug. His shrew of a wife Naomi, had a good heart though she rarely showed it to him. As for the rest .... he didn't particularly care. He found the redhead, named Kayleigh, under Naomi's guidance to be a hottie and had the kind of spunk that he liked in a woman, but she wouldn't look twice his way. And for good reason...

      He took a huff from his cigarette and scratched his whiskers. Fleas?

      Then there was Tanner. The man didn't look like much, but he seemed reasonable enough to live and let live. And then there was that brooding, black-haired little thing with the synthetic lenses. He had gotten the impression that she hadn't liked him at first sight, not that that was anything new to him. Few people did. Still, she came off to him as more hostile than any others in this crew of misfits that he could almost smell her hostility. Except maybe the annoying old Ghoul that had lashed out at him during the debriefing.

      There was Will. A waste of space, to be sure. Not of any use in a battle, except maybe as cannon fodder. But he seemed to have a good heart and an honesty about him. Which was more than he could say for anyone else at this place in the middle of nowhere. There was the pair that he had come with, the Walkers. Didn't know them, and didn't care. Same went with the rest.

      There were no other men like him. Only him. And he didn't mean it as praise or self flattery. For 243 years he had been alive, twisted in body and soul. And only God knew the why and how of it, but the omnipotent cunt had refrained from ever explaining it to him, even back when he had still believed that there was some sort of higher call or purpose. He could smoke to his heart's content, as he could never get any lung cancer. He could drink till he spewed up his own guts, if he so pleased, as he wouldn't suffer from a drinker's liver. His own body regenerated so efficiently to the point where not even self-destructive behaviour had been able to entertain his two long centuries of solitude and reflection. And during all these centuries he had kept himself alive for the sole reason of trying to puzzle together just what had happened to him: the full extent of his life from before the war. Yet with each passing year the traces waned and faded, like footprints on the dunes in a sand storm.

      Not even the Ghouls these days seemed to be able to provide him with a satisfying answer. Every little thing there was related to his past had expired in a gigantic flash of light, along with any relatives and friends which he might have had from back then. He remembered an estranged ex-wife, and a daughter that he had loved dearly. Sometimes he could see their faces in his dreams, and other nights they were naught but a vague blur. Even their names escaped him from time to time, and other times he could remember them perfectly, sometimes even calling them moments before waking up, only for them to slip away during the day. It left him embittered and in a foul mood, and he was always in a foul mood.

      The whole business with Shrike was but a cobblestone on a path he had set out for himself. If there was such a thing as a clear answer of just what and who he was, somewhere in this world, he intended to find it before contemplating to end this miserable existence once and for all. 

      Life would have been so much simpler if I had simply turned into a regular dog, he reflected. People at least liked dogs.

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    • "Never had time." Kayleigh pointed out.

      "I grew up in a Vault... travelled after that. Then lived in another Vault."

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    • "I do this every moment I get", Evangeline said. "Sometimes the sun is blotted out by dark, miserable clouds and sometimes you can't risk being outside due to the enviroment or nearby wildlife ... and other hostile factors. This is one of the few things left that helps ease my mind."

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    • "A vault?" Willy asked, unaware of what those were.

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    • "It is soothing..." Kayleigh agreed, looking to Willy.

      "Vaults were underground shelters, so that people could survive, after the war. Y'know... the one that screwed everything. There's at least 123 of them, out there."

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    • "Wow. You mean people lived underground since the great war?" Willy seemed impressed.

      "That's crazy..."

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    • "They were the best things the old world could build and that's not putting them down in any way. Everything was self sustaining. You could live forever down there, in theory." Kayleigh said.

      "They were just all built by psychopaths."

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    • "What, why?" Willy asked. That didn't make sense to him.

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    • "They're all designed as social, scientific and other kind of experiments... some I think are sick jokes. The Vault that I grew up in was designed in a way that was designed to be as innefficient as possible. We were given the tools to make it great but told the opposite of what we should be doing." Kayleigh explained.

      "I've heard of at least twelve vaults and they all have messed up purposes. They weren't meant to save anyone."

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    • Willy still didn't understand exactly. 

      "Hope the people are okay..."

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    • "Some were... Cheyenne's grandfather, Denis... they did okay out of it. Naomi wasn't as lucky... her life was ruined by them but it was also saved, so... I guess it's a perspective thing." Kayleigh admitted, wth a shrug.

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    • "I couldn't imagine living all cooped up in an underground bunker all my life."

      Willy smirked.

      "I can't imagine a lot of things..." He added, somewhat self-aware.

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    • "It's kind of nice, knowing everyone, y'know? Though, then again, you never meet anyone new and if you don't like someone then... you're stuck with 'em." Kayleigh sighed.

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    • "I do say so." Harriot smiled as she held him close.

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    • "Joan always told me to ignore bullies." Assuming that was what Kayleigh meant with 'someone you don't like'.

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    • "I wager you'd certainly like for me to be more versatile, though," Wilkes said.

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    • "It's fine." Harriot sighed, softly. "I told you, don't worry."

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    • Wilkes ran his hand through her hair and smiled faintly.

      "Alright..."

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    • Harry murmured sleeply and gave him a small smile herself.

      "We gotta...sleep.."

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    • "One of these days, we should see if we can think of something new, okay?" Wilkes suggested.

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    • "I'll be keeping an eye out for butt things for ya." She chuckled, softly.

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    • "I meant more for you, but... thanks," Wilkes smirked.

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    • "Well...It'd be fun for you and different for me." She giggled.

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    • "Well, if that works for you," Wilkes smiled.

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    • "It will." Harry nodded. "Now c'mon, let's sleep."

      I don't know if it'll work or not..

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    • Wilkes nodded, properly pulling the duvet over them again and cozying up.

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    • Harry yawned, snuggling into Wilkes and passing out.

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    • Wilkes dozed off not much later, holding on to his dear wife and willing himself into forgetting that they were going to war tomorrow.

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      "Joan always told me to ignore bullies." Assuming that was what Kayleigh meant with 'someone you don't like'.

      It's hard to do that, when they're onne of thirty people in your entire life." Kayleigh said, with a faint smile.

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    • "Oh... Right..." Willy said, finding the whole concept bizarre. 

      The farmhand turned to the sun as it dropped below the horizon.

      "Bye bye, mister sun." He joked with a snicker.

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    • "Until next time." Kayleigh said, with a faint smile.

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    • Willy smiled more liberally than Kayleigh until his face involuntarily grimanced because of a drawn out yawn.

      The man was tired and as such returned to his room, feeling slightly better now.

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    • The sun went below the horizon.   Night reigned, and June 29th became June 30th.

      Tanner found himself unable to sleep, tossing and turning throughout the night.  He elected to get up early and cleans his guns.

      When there was the sound of the others awaking, he put them away and headed to the kitchen.  It was about eight when Tanner finally left his room.

      Culinary Specialist Campbell had made a spread of traditional American breakfast foods and grinned at Tanner as he entered.

      "There's a pot of coffee on as well."  He informed the psyker.  "And packets of tea up there, if that's more your thing."

      "Coffee's fine."  Tanner said, faking a smile he certainly didn't feel.

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    • Morgan was already in the kitchen, sipping on some coffee. She looked as bad as Tanner did,

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    • "Morning."  He said, smiling tightly, and sitting down at the counter near her.  "I thought we'd look in the armory, take anything that might be useful, then get in the birds, be out of here by nine."

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    • "If the two lovebirds get up in time, ya." Morgan yawned.

      "Sounds solid."

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    • Denis wasn't a fan of coffee, even with Brahmin milk, he couldn't find the right blend for him, so he just poured himself some hot water instead. He took a seet, with Tanner.

      "Is the armoury well stocked?" Denis asked, finding himself curious.

      Naomi also entered and began mixing with the coffee, she'd had more time to experiment than Denis.

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    • Rick was the next one downstairs. He had little use for sleep anymore, as his ghoulish change had amped up his stamina and endurance to insane levels, at the cost of his rugged good looks, however...

      "Better be well stocked... As much as the NCR guys gloat about being the 'best military around'," He made air quotes with his fingers. 

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    • "I took a look when I came in.  It's something else."  Tanner said.

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    • "I don't really need weapons, though I'd like a few grenades." Denis shrugged, taking a tentative sip.

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    • "It's not just guns.  There's high quality armors in there too.  Might want to reconsider the duster, we'll probably be soaking up a lot of bullets."  Tanner said.

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    • "Mm, I am the same." Morgan murmured. "Some explosions would be grand.."

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    • "Hmm... I've been considering modifying it for years now, maybe I could." Denis shrugged, taking another sip.

      "That was a major weakness of the Regulators, we kind of skimped out on the armour."

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    • Willy came down too. Lured by the smell of Campbell's cooking he gave himself very liberal servings of everything on offer and parked himself next to the others with his 'tower'.

      "Morning." He smiled.

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    • "I put armored plates in this coat, it works pretty well, haven't been killed yet."  Tanner said, pulling at one of his lapels.  "Great shoulder workout too."

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    • "I don't...need any more armour." Morgan sighed.

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    • "You look well rested." Denis observed, taking another swig.

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    • "Morning, Will."  Tanner smiled, noticing the man's plate.   "Got enough food?"

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    • "Might want to pick up a riot shield, too," Rick suggested. "Them thing's tough as a two dollar steak... That, or you might wanna bring that mutant fella with ya..."

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    • "The one with the axe?"  Tanner asked.

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    • "Heh, Paul's probably coming regardless. His skin's tougher than... ten riot shields." Denis assured him.

      "I'll see what I can find."

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    • "There's so much, I just couldn't choose!" Willy nodded

      "So I decided to try everything."

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    • "Yeah, the one with the axe," Rick nodded. "I mean, if you're lookin' to tank damage. Super Mutants, I gotta waste whole clips on them' fucks just to kill one."

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    • "He'd be better to go with Denis and Morgan, then.  I was thinking I might head into San Francisco and start trying to figure out what Shrike has Randall and Hamilton up to.  I don't expect to run into much trouble."

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    • "Heh, oh I know. I befriended a few of them in my time and killed as many as I could, back in DC." Denis shrugged, finishing off the hot water.

      "I hear it's different here, they aren't as... hostile."

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    • "I'd say the best description for them is 'misunderstood.'"  Tanner said to Denis.

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    • "Ah... Out east, they're just violent, insane, to the point that they're basically feral beasts. Sometimes they aren't but most of them are." Denis explained.

      "The gas wasn't as potent as the dip, it would seem."

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    • "Eh... I think the big difference between mutants here and mutants out there is the Eastern ones are a lot dumber," Rick figured. "Like, here? You got that fuckin' Brutus guy and whole lot of other mutants who are intelligent and buildin' civilization'n shit... Meanwhile, back out east, them Mutants shit on themselves and talk like they're retarded..."

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    • "Pretty much... The Mutants in the Commonwealth are a little better, from what I understand. They're at least tribal, rather than just feral." Denis explained.

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    • Evangeline had curled up close to one of the windows in the kitchen last night, clutching her rifle. She was tightly wrapped up with her black coat which she she used as a blanket, She was still heavily asleep, but even so she didn't even make a single sound.


      Shanks had barely slept at all, but even then he seemed more alert than anyone else. He was used to sleeping in short intervals, only coming alive whenever his ears picked up on an interesting sound or noise in his slumber. Seeing as that was the case he rarely, if ever, slept more than an hour or two in length.

      The dogman entered the kitchen and cracked his neck looking around for whatever there was to eat. Unlike some of these normal looking people he was surrounded by he wasn't picky when it came to what he stuffed his gob with. Rotten brahmin steak, warm beer, bloatfly intestines, some mutfruit that had been too long in the sun, hell even a Raider's loin could taste like a royal meal when you were hungry.

      "Morn'", he groaned to whomever was within hearsay. 

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    • "Hey Shanks." Naomi said, stirring her cup.

      "It's good to see you."

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    • Shanks just nodded in her direction as a token of affection followed by a low grumbling sound, most likely due to his sleep deprivation.

      He glanced around hoping to catch a glimpse of that red-haired cutie Naomi was grooming. "Where's that redmeat at? Kay?"

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    • "Redmeat."  Tanner repeated, flatly.

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    • "She's getting everything set up in the com room." Naomi said, taking a sip of drink.

      "You've taken a liking to her then?"

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    • "Hello, Shanks!" Willy smiled, his cheeks stuffed with egg.

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    • "You've taken a liking to her then?"

      "She's alright, I guess?" Shanks said with a shrug, not wanting to give Naomi a reason to prod into his business with whom he fancied. "One of the few around here who will look an old flea-ridden bastard like me in the eye without a trace of fright or disgust."

      "Hello, Shanks!" Willy smiled, his cheeks stuffed with egg.

      "Will", Shanks returned the courtesy with a nod.

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    • "I imagine the others have seen weirder. I mean, Denis has met a talking tree." Naomi said, indifferently.

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    • Willy somehow managed to fork whole pancakes into his gob. He was barely listening to any of the planning and conversation that was made.

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    • "My mentor turned into a flying corpse."  Tanner told Shanks.  "And then tried to kill me."  He smiled.  "You're not so bad."

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    • Morgan chose to remain quiet. Breaking her silence only to yawn.

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    • Shanks let out a guttural scoff. "Sounds like the punchline of a bad joke", he said. "Even so, I expect that'd be a sight to see, meat."

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    • "I don't know about talkings trees, but it was something."  Tanner agreed.  "Are you going to be headed to Big Mountain?"

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    • "To kill the bitch?" Shanks cocked his head. "Sure thing. That's what I am here for, meat."

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    • "Is bitch a curse word for a dog?" Rick asked Tanner, quietly. 

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    • Tanner shrugged in reply to Rick.  It hadn't occured to him to wonder until asked.

      Tanner opened his mouth to explain that they'd just be getting a counter to Shrike's teleporter, but decided someone would explain it to Shanks eventually.

      "So yeah, I'm going to San Fran.  Eva'll probably come with me, and then anyone else who wants to.  Expect it be lowkey."

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    • "The redmeat?" Shanks asked curiously with a raised brow. "Kay?"

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    • "Can I come along?" Willy asked suddenly, out of the blue. 

      His plate had been cleared of every crumb, every morsel of food. 

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    • Wilkes awoke somewhat groggily, opening his eyes...

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    • "She'll be working my comms."  Tanner said, tapping his ear.  "So that if any of you get into trouble, I can fly over there or something I guess."  He grinned in jest.  "I don't know why, Miller must think I'm special."

      "Can I come along?" Willy asked suddenly, out of the blue. 

      "Sure, Will.  You'll get to see the big city.  It's one you haven't been to before, so you'll be seeing it for truly the first time."

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    • Harriot was already awake and dressed. She'd waited in the room for him though.

      "Morning!"

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    • "Mm... morning," Wilkes murmured, realising where he was.

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    • "Ready for the trip?" She beamed.

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    • "She'll be working my comms."  Tanner said, tapping his ear.  "So that if any of you get into trouble, I can fly over there or something I guess."  He grinned in jest.  "I don't know why, Miller must think I'm special."

      Shanks let out a surly growl, clearly disappointed with the answer.

      Shame. Wouldn't have minded having that cute tush around.


      Evangeline slowly woke up from her slumber. She rubbed her sockets and slowly got up from the seat in which she had fallen asleep in. 

      "Good morning", she said, having heard Tanner and people in the kitchen.

      Her eyes however couldn't see anything. They were completely white, blank and dead, as a result of her not having activated her lenses. She always turned them off before going to sleep.

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    • Wilkes sighed.

      "I guess..."

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    • "Morning, Eva."  Tanner said.  "Sleep well?"

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    • "C'mon, we're late." Harry whispered.

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    • Wilkes grumbled and reached for his clothes, dressing himself despite not wanting to. He strapped himself into his exoskeleton and finally did his hair. He glanced at Harriot and sighed.

      "Well... guess it's time to go..."

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    • Evangeline's blind eyes shifted in the direction of Tanner's voice, a soft smile appearing on her lips. "Well isn't the word I'd use. The chairs here are awfully hard, so my back is a tad bit sore. But it was a good night's sleep nonetheless."

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    • "Coulda used a bed." Morgan muttered.

      -

      "Yea...we got this!" Harriot grinned.

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    • "Yeah, we all have rooms."  Tanner pointed out.

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    • "I don't sleep well in confinement", Evangeline replied. "I need to feel as if I could to leave at any given moment ... or escape", she added in hindsight.

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    • "Yaaay..." Wilkes uttered sarcastically.

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    • "The door can be left open you know." Morgan shrugged.

      "You er want breakfast before we go?" Harry asked.

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    • "Please," Wilkes nodded.

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    • Harry took his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

      "Then let's go!" She nodded, leading him to the kitchen.

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    • Wilkes followed along, with none of the cheer and chipper...

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    • Harry entered the kitchen then, giving the others a nod.

      "Morning!"

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    • "Morning."  Tanner greeted Harry, feeling a bit like a broken record.

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    • Harry gave Tanner a smile.

      "We all sleep ok?"

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    • "Like a fuckin' baby," Rick answered.

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    • "Decently."  Tanner nodded.

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    • "Me too!" Harriot chuckled as she helped herself to some toast.

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    • Wilkes wordlessly grabbed something to eat, not particularly caring what he put in his stomach.

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    • "So when are we heading out?" Shanks asked stuffing his snout with a loaf of bread, not even bothering to put butter on it. "My bitchin' trigger finger's itchin'", he said as he mimicked a pistol.

      "You eager to get yourself killed or something?" Evangeline asked. "Why the rush?"

      Shanks didn't reply, but helped himself to some more bread. "Your lights are out, blindy."

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    • "What's with all the swearing." Willy wondered aloud. There was really no need for it.

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    • Tanner wasn't big on swearing either, but he didn't say so.

      "Alright, well if we're all finished here let's get to the Birds."  He suggested.

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    • Evangeline didn't want to admit how much the dogman had hurt her with his crude remark. Her blindness was her weak spot, the nerve on which you simply didn't tread. She turned away for but a brief moment. She didn't want to give the mutant the satisfaction of seeing just how deep he had cut her. With a stroke of her finger against her template her lenses activated. Her eyes flickered for a moment in a haze of scanlines, noise and glitch effects, before her pupils appeared: fading in as two softly blue neon-lit full circles.

      She wasn't particularly fond of the Institute or their work, but for all their flaws their technology had restored her eyesight. Albeit it made her feel less than human. Her synthetic lenses came with a wide variation of different settings that would assist her in her assignments: such as night vision, thermal detection, measurements for distances, time counters, even a function for X-ray scanning. Her vision had all the practical functionality of a Pip-Boy, but she wished that it wasn't the case.

      It was a double-edged sword. She hated the machinery she had to rely on: the wiring plugged to her optic nerves itched from time to time whenever she adjusted the different modes, most likely due to the small electrical surges. But on the other hand there was only one thing she feared: being completely alone, left in complete darkness. She had experienced it at the World's Fair when Clive had shut down all major functions around the park, including the functionality of her lenses. 

      It had awoken the worst of memories in her. Her abduction by the Cult of Ug-Qualtoth and the rituals they performed on her. She didn't remember what they did to her, but whatever it was it had blinded her and left her with the crippling fear of being left alone, isolated in some forgotten corner of the world in complete and utter darkness, accompanied with nothing but her own screams. A few years Iater the World's Fair had brought that fear to life. And if it hadn't been for Tanner, she would have gone insane with fear.

      She owed him a lot, even if he himself didn't know it.

      "I am ready to head out", she said as soon as her lenses had gone through the daily checkup routine.

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    • "I'll get myself some armour and head out as well." Denis assured them, rising up. He didn't need to eat that morning.

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    • "I'm ready!" Willy informed after he had taken big gulps from a glass of milk that caused a little milkstache to remain on his white-blonde whiskers.

      He carefully took his tray and cultery and looked where he could wash and put it back.

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    • Tanner nodded to Eva and Denis in turn.  "Let's head down to the hanger then.  And you can, uh, leave that, Will."  Tanner said, watching as the spy turned shepherd went for the sponge.

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    • "Oh... Okay..." Willy said softly as he placed his mess down again, feeling a bit guilty for leaving his mess for someone else to clean.

      He quickly joined Tanner as they headed towards the hanger, matching his footsteps to make sure he didn't pass the man.

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    • Shanks took the opportunity to stretch his furry hind legs as he tramped behind Tanner. His joints had gotten quite stiff during hist outdoor slumber last night. 

      "How far from the target are we landing?" he huffed. "Potential lookouts could spot this beast from miles away.

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    • "What is he talking about?" Willy asked, nervously.

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    • "Were going to San Francisco."  Tanner said, gesturing between himself, Eva, Willy, and Tim, thinking Shanks hadn't been paying attention to anything he'd said so far.  "NCR aircraft goes in and out of there all the time, so I don't think that's a problem.  If you're still headed to the Big Empty, you'd need to ask Morgan.  Be happy to have you, though."

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    • "I'm just here for the armoury." The Regulator shrugged.

      "I figured you were stopping off there."

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    • "I must have dozed off during this change of plan, meat", Shanks scoffed. "I get easily distracted with this many people yabbering all at once. Hence why I work alone. Nevertheless, I will go with you, seeing as my fuzzy ass is already on the move, and I can't be bothered with turning back."

      Evangeline had been hoping that the dogman would have gone the opposite way. She expected that this would be an unpleasant journey.

      The beastly assassin looked around eagerly for Kay, hoping that he could put in a good last word before heading off.

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    • "We are."  Tanner said to Denis.  It was on their way.  A quick trek through the common room brought them to the armory.  "And welcome aboard, Shanks."  Tanner smirked.

      They entered the armory.  Even Denis, who had a vast array of gear back in his Megaton home, would've been impressed by the surplus.  There two dozen suits of power armor free-standing, as well as two or three Huey Gui stealth suits.  In addition to this, every surface in the room was covered in weapons--swords, pistols, missile launchers--anything one could want or imagine.  Different kinds of armors hung from hangers or sat on manikins.  In the corner of the room, a minigun was leaned up against the wall.  Tanner pulled the lid off a crate nearest to the door-- assault rifles were packed inside.

      "Alright take what you need, I guess."  Tanner said.  "Good to know we won't be running out."

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    • Willy was just daunted by the amount of murder machines on display.

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    • The agent that had arrived late the day before was working on a weapon at a workbench. It appeared to be an AEL-type of laser rifle, fairly worn around the edges of its dark police paint job, with a hood around its emitter, lined with electric coils of sorts. A scope and a reflex sight sat beside it while its casing and internal components were being cleaned.

      "Take whatever you like," he said. "Just not too many weapons. You want room for the amount of ammo we'll be using."

      No one had really seen him since the briefing. Nor were they sure if he even slept.

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    • Wilkes looked around to see if he could find a semi-automatic shotgun and whatever assortment of 12 gauge ammunition was in stock; he passed by the power armour, leaving it for what it was.

      Tim, meanwhile, glanced around in the hope of finding a ballistic mask or something.

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    • Shanks took up the minigun from its corner, testing its weight in his hands. The burden of it didn't seem to bother him none, most likely another example of his peculiar mutation. He was stronger than he looked. "Heh, it has been a while since I used one of these", he scoffed, lining the group up down the multiple barrels' sights.

      Evangeline halfway expected him to start firing upon them at any given moment.

      "Sadly", he spat and put the weapon to the side, "it's too ungainly to carry around for a silent approach." He started to examine the various loadouts of sniper rifles, curiously checking their calibers and grips. "Do you have any .50 BMG, .308 or .358 Winchester caliber rifles?" he asked Tanner.

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    • Tanner didn't have need for much, but he was curious what was in here so he peeked around.

      "Take whatever you like," The agent said. "Just not too many weapons. You want room for the amount of ammo we'll be using."

      Tanner glanced back at the man.  "Wasn't planning on taking much, really."  He found what looked like a flashlight and began to play with it.  "I've never really looked in here before."

      Tim found a nice display of ballistic masks that looked suspiciously like his own.  Some of them had helmets and ear protection included, others not.

      As for shotguns, Wilkes found no small quantity of those.  He'd find ammunition in the supply room next door.

      "Do you have any .50 BMG, .308 or .358 Winchester caliber rifles?" Shanks asked Tanner.

      Tanner had no idea.  He'd only been here a bit longer than Shanks, after all.  "Uh... maybe?"  He looked around.  "I'd check over there."  He pointed where there was a collection of high-powered and long range rifles.

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    • "Third rifle from the top needs realignment," the agent informed. "Would you bring that over to me?"

      The rifle he referred to was a shortened DKS-model of sniper rifle.

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    • Willy continued to feel ill at ease, afraid to move much beyond the doorpost to go anywhere near a weapon.

      "That's a lotta guns..." He astutely formulated from his position.

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    • Tanner assumed the agent guy was talking to Shanks.

      "It is."  Tanner said to Willy.  "Not a gun person?"

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    • Willy shook his head.

      "Do I have to pick one, Tanner?" The farmhand sighed.

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    • Tim liked the sight of that. He browsed the masks for a bit and eventually picked out one that came complete with helmet. He turned around so no one could see his face before taking off his current mask and quickly putting the new one on.

      Wilkes had grabbed a shotgun for himself, a highly impressive semi-automatic 12-gauge weapon that was magazine fed. Provided with some slugs and specialty ammunition, this would prove to be a formidable gun...

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    • "Not if you don't want to."  Tanner said to Will, flicking the flashlight on.  Even in well-lit armory, the beam was crisp and concentrated.  "Hey, Tim!  Look!  I can make it a light sword!"

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    • Willy thought that, he could do with a flashlight at least, or something non lethal like it so he entered the armory and had a look around.

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    • Will saw something he recognized: a cattle prod.

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    • "Would they have actual light swords here?" Tim wondered.

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    • Police and security batons could have also been modified with electric coils to electrocute and stun a victim.

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    • "Like... with lasers?  From Galaxy Conflicts?"

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    • "I mean... they have so much stuff here, I almost wouldn't be surprised," Tim said.

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    • Even that might prove too violent for Willy's liking. He just didn't like hurting anyone or anything, full stop.

      His gaze lingered on the prods but he kept walking, before he knew it he was looking at pistols. Their black metal shining in the light.

      His eyes eventually fell on one particular weapon. 

      A broomhandle chinese officer pistol. 

      William shot the fleeing brotherhood scout in the back. Quite the shot from that distance with just a pistol. 

      Willy felt his knees grow weak and he wobbled over to a display case to lean on it.

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    • "Look around."  Tanner shrugged.  "They'll probably have something like it."

      He looked over at Will.  "You alright?"

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    • Denis was far more interested in the ammo, than the weapons. He grabbed two plasma, two pulse and two frag grenades for the journey and tucked them into his pockets before removing his duster and putting combat armour over his clothing and putting the duster back on.

      "Hey, Denis?" Naomi asked, stepping into the room.

      "Mind leaving the duster here? I was hoping to make some modifications for it and it'll take me a few hours. I could make that thing combat armour for you, if you like."

      Denis raised an eyebrow and nodded, that seemed fair enough... He passed it to her before swapping the elbow pads for miltary'esque arm guards.

      "Alright." Denis shrugged, pulling the latch back on the Terrible Shotgun. He then noticed Willy's predicament and approached him, waiting to see what was going on.

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    • "Y-yeah." Feeling was already returning to his legs.

      "J-just having these spells of late."

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      "Third rifle from the top needs realignment," the agent informed. "Would you bring that over to me?"

      The rifle he referred to was a shortened DKS-model of sniper rifle.

      The dogman tossed the agent the rifle with ease, as he proceeded to follow Tanner's advice.

      He compared the rifles to his own, and started to do his measurements and calculations. He tried their grips, tested their weight and lined up their sights, testing which one would suit him the best.

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    • "You remember who you were?" Denis asked, seeming concerned.

      "Wonder what else can trigger you..."

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    • "It has happened before. In the fields when I'm all by myself daydreaming. But never like this." Willy said, seeming very annoyed by them now. They were unpleasant. The things he got to see were unpleasant, and they made no sense to him. 

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    • "Hmm... Have you considered making notes about what you see?" The Wanderer suggested. It could potentially help, one way or the other.

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    • "Hey, that's a pretty good idea."  Tanner said, annoyed with himself for not coming up with it.  "Keep a journal of everything you remember."

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    • "I guess..." Willy supposed, not entirely clear on how that was gonne do much.

      He didn't have stationary nor writing material though.

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    • "I'm sure Miller could secure you a leather-backed journal, that you could make your very own." Denis added, remembering to load his own Mauser pistol, that he kept on backup.

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    • "Probably have some in the supply room."  Tanner pointed out, having sent Cable there the other day for paper and pen.

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    • Willy nodded and went to get a journal with blank pages in the supply room and a pencil or pen.

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    • The supply room was much as Wilkes and Harriot had left it.

      There was indeed some journals lying around, although looked very official judging by their binding, likely for writing drafts of operations in.  They were blank, however, and for the taking.  There were pens as well, and plenty of other office supplies.


      Tanner settled on the flashlight as the new addition to his arsenal, determined to find some use for it.  He could increase the photon density of it, wave it around, and maybe it'd block bullets or something.  Or he could use it to stay in flight longer by shining it beneath himself.  Or he could use it to light up dark rooms!  The possibilities were quite endless.


      Around this time, Josey, arrived in the kitchen. The Courier looked the most haggard out of all of them.

      He greeted no one, and went straight for the coffee.

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    • Morgan was still there, having no need to get anything.

      "Hey." she murmured to Josey.

      -

      Harriot picked up a machete and some explosives, not needing much else.

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    • "Howdy."  Josey grumbled in a very un-howdy manner, guzzling down coffee.  It had either gone cold at this point, or the heat didn't bother him, regardless it was rather disturbing.

      "We ridin' out soon?"

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    • Wilkes stocked up on shaped charges himself; they were still his forte after all.

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    • "What's that you've got there?" Evangeline asked Tanner curiously.

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    • "Aye. The others are just gettin ready." Morgan yawned. "Should be like, another ten minutes."

      -

      Harriot was satisfied and put her hands on her hips.

      "Ready!"

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    • Willy looked happy upon seeing what he had set out to find. He picked it up and flicked through the blank pages. To him this book was brimming with possibilities.

      When he found the pens he was amazed by their stainless steel casing. The simple yet delicate mechanism that made the ballpoint tip appear once he pressed on the plunge amused him greatly. If he weren't in such a hurry he would have carefully disassemble it, to see how it all worked. He clicked the plunge once, twice, thrice. With a big smile on his face he put one away for later. And then his eyes fell upon a new treasure. 

      Pencils. In all manner of colors and hues. Why he could've sworn every color under the sun was in that pack. He just couldn't choose... So he took all of them. 

      Armed with his new equipment Willy returned to the others.

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    • "It's a flashlight!"  Tanner said with boyish enthusiasm, presenting it to her proudly.  "Look, it's got a strobe function."  He pressed the button on the butt of the flashlight twice to demonstrate.  The bulb began to pulsate on and off.


      The Courier nodded.  "Good.  We been too doing nuttin' for too long."

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    • "Seems a novel way of draining the battery..." Naomi mumbled, observing the pulsing.

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    • "S'only been a day.." Morgan pointed out.

      "But I agree."

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    • "Yeah, but it's pretty cool."  Tanner said, demonstrating for Naomi now.


      Josey shook his head.

      "I been here for about a week now.  I ain't one for lying down, 'specially not when someone's gunning for me."

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    • "I found a journal!" Willy announced. Waving it for all to see.

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    • "Nice!"  Tanner said, still on a high from having found his flashlight.

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    • "Mhm." Morgan sighed.

      "Specially this one."

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    • SkyrimsShillelagh wrote:
      "It's a flashlight!"  Tanner said with boyish enthusiasm, presenting it to her proudly.  "Look, it's got a strobe function."  He pressed the button on the butt of the flashlight twice to demonstrate.  The bulb began to pulsate on and off.

      Evangeline couldn't help but snicker at Tanner's childish attitude. "Shrike won't stand a chance", she joked.

      This was unlike anything she had seen of him at the World's Fair, but she was glad that she got to see another side of him. She was well aware that she had a tendency to misjudge people, believing that she knew them from inside and out after a couple of encounters. Tanner however, turned out to be a surprise at every instance.

      As for the dogman ... if there existed a better version of him somewhere, it was well hidden underneath that big ugly coat of fur.

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    • "Hmm, strobe effect would blind your enemy, long enough to get a shot in, I guess." Denis shrugged, trying to think on the bright side.

      "Or it could kick in, for the exciting part of a ghost story."

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    • "Right?  It's got great utility."  He flicked the light off and tucked it inside his coat.


      Josey headed back to his room, where he strapped on his Ranger gear.  Miller had given him a new helmet to replace the one that had been destroyed, and he left it hooked at his belt.

      Following this, he returned to the common room, waiting for the others to be similarly ready.

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    • "Hmm... Since I'm ready, I should probably go up and join the others." Denis suggested, looking back to the door.

      -

      Paul entered the Common Room, taking a seat on the nearest chair/couch he could find to the entrance that he took. He hadn't slept all night, though he hardly needed it.

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    • Morgan too, entered the common room, tucking her hair behind her ear.

      Hope this goes well...

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    • SkyrimsShillelagh wrote:
      "Right?  It's got great utility."  He flicked the light off and tucked it inside his coat.

      "Utility, right?" Evangeline laughed. "With a flashlight for each and everyone of us, Shrike and her ilk are doomed."


      Shanks had brought together everything he wanted in a military bag, he strapped upon his back. It's weight didn't seem to bother him none.

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    • "Hey, we've taking down bad guys with less."  Tanner said.  "And a flashlight's all we need to beat Randall Clark anyway.  Bright lights are his weakness."


      Josey wondered how he had ended up surrounded by an anthropomorphic dog, a woman who got turned on by robots, and whatever the fuck Paul Morgan was. Cass would probably be laughing at him right now.  She usually had been.

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    • The fact they might be able to defeat Clark with just a flashlight made Willy feel a bit more at ease.

      "So when are we going?!"

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    • "We'll go now."  Tanner said, motioning for those who would be going to San Francisco to follow him to the hanger.

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    • Willy once again made sure to follow Tanner and not walk passed the man.

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    • "Shall we get moving too?" Morgan offered.

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    • Josey nodded to Morgan.  "We're goin'!"  He raised his voice, for anyone who cared to hear, and headed the way of the Vertibirds.

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    • Denis joined, somewhat relieved that he wouldn't have to wait around, getting all antsy. Paul wasn't exactly looking forward to flying in the Vertibird as it was another thing he wasn't used to. This was more than a little overwhelming  to him but he tried to keep that to himself.

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    • Morgan followed by Joseys side as HArriot glanced over and ran to join them, Wilkes in tow.

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    • They marched down the steel corridor of the warehouse, much in the same fashion the astronauts of the Valiant 11 had when they'd marched to their capsule over three hundred years ago.

      As the Legends reached the elevator, their epic walk proved less so as they all cramed into the elevator.  Tanner tried to find a good spot and whacked his face on Paul's elbow, knocking him backwards into Rick.

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    • Morgan did not like being crushed in the elevator.

      Do we have to fly again? Harriot sighed to herself.

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    • "Hey!" Rick spat, shoving Tanner off him. "Watch where you're steppin!"

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    • "Easy!"  Tanner protested as he now staggered forwards a step and collided with Shanks.

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    • Wilkes grunted and made an effort out of grabbing Tanner by the collar, ensuring that he'd stop stumbling around before he knocked into Wilkes.

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    • "Thanks."  Tanner nodded to Wilkes, shrugging free.

      The elevator dinged open, and they strode out.  Two vertibirds lay waiting in the expansive hanger.  Outside one they could see Captain Tanaka.  Outside the other was Senior Airman Priors.

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    • Willy had felt incredibly body conscious in that elevator just now.

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    • Morgan stepped out, ready to head to her bird..

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    • SkyrimsShillelagh wrote:
      "Easy!"  Tanner protested as he now staggered forwards a step and collided with Shanks.

      "That's my tail you are stepping on, meat", the mutant snarled as he felt Tanner bump into him. 

      Evangeline couldn't help but let out a dampened giggle, fully aware that Shanks would hear it.

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    • Outside, Tanner elected to head to the Vertibird piloted by Captain Tanaka, since he figured she was the better pilot.

      Josey led his team over to Airman Priors.

      "Welcome aboard."  Priors grinned as the Courier boarded his aircraft.  He climbed into the cockpit and began flight preparation.

      Alternatively, Tanaka only nodded to Tanner as he hopped aboard.

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    • Morgan and Harriot followed to Priors bird. Harriot looked nervous..

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    • "Don't worry, ma'am, they didn't pick rookies for this program."  Priors called over his shoulder to Harriot as he began flicking switches.  "I know what I'm doing up here."

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    • "I know.." Harriot murmured. "Don't make it any less terrifying."

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    • "Funny. 'I know what I'm doing' are some pretty famous last words," Rick smirked under his mask, taking a seat. 

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    • The agent that had been working on the laser rifle in the armory walked towards the vertibirds with the weapon stock folded in, the shortened sniper rifle beside it, both over his shoulder. He carried a breathing mask for him to wear in his belt and in his ear was a radio earpiece.

      "I'm going to provide support for the vertibird heading to San Francisco," he told his superior, far out of anyone else's earshot. "I'll avoid my old friends there, so no need to worry of us being compromised."

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    • In all the excitement Willy had practically forgotten this all involved flying. Reluctantly he climbed aboard the vertibird once again. Hoping that the take-off would not make his tummy feel all funny. He had just eaten six pancakes and three eggs.

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    • Jared's only reply was Miller intoning back, "Understood."


      Tanner sat down next Willy.

      "You going to be alright?"


      "Yeah, I 'un know how I feel about this."  Josey said as Paul and Brutus climbed aboard.  "Lotta weight."

      "We're fine."  Airman Priors said.  "These things hardly crash."

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    • "S-sure." The man stammered putting on a brave face.

      It was not very convincing.

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    • "What's there to be afraid of?"  Tanner asked.

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    • "Oh, you know: instant death?" Shanks scoffed. "All it takes is one bullet and poof, that's pretty much it."

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    • The agent stepped into the vertibird and held onto a hanging handle strap.

      "Statistically speaking, flying's the safest mode of travel," he responded to Tanner's question, rhetorical as it may have been. "That is unless you're using vertibirds that don't belong to the NCR. Armor plating over the fuel systems."

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    • Tanner gave Shanks a hard look that said, Thanks for that.

      "Statistically speaking, flying's the safest mode of travel," he responded to Tanner's question, rhetorical as it may have been. "That is unless you're using vertibirds that don't belong to the NCR. Armor plating over the fuel systems."

      "You hear that, Will?  Safest mode of travel."

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    • Willy looked only slightly relieved, but Tanner's assurances were appreciated.

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    • "Besides, I can fly."  Tanner said sitting back, tucking his hands behind his head.  He stuck his legs up on the seat in front of him and looked very comfortable.  "Worst comes to worst, I'll catch you."

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    • "He's not joking," Tim added in helpfully. "He really can do that."

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    • "I'm not stupid you know." Willy mumbled, disbelieving Tanner now.

      People couldn't fly.

      Willy was aware he usually needed more time to think on things than most, but he wasn't gullible enough to accept such rampant claims as wrote.

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    • "Alright, don't believe me."  Tanner said placidly, holding up hands in surrender.  From what he'd so far, Tanner doubted he'd need to hold back against Shrike.  He was curious how far he could go before it was too much, where the line was that he must never cross.  Shrike seemed like the perfect opponent to test himself against.  If he, for some reason, lost it, she'd be there to take him down before it went too far.  Hades had proven a tough opponent because of his healing, but he'd been completely mindless.  Tanner had no such ability.

      "We really are safe though, believe that."

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    • Willy took out his journal and the pen and started writing in an attempt to take his mind of things.

      The writing, ugly as it was, quickly had to make way for doodles. Little geometrical things that repeated in patterns.

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    • Tanner leaned over to inspect Willy's drawings.

      The vertibird jolted as it started up, Captain Tanaka preparing them for flight.

      "Just doodling?"  Tanner asked.  He knew a bit of William's past, knew his Chinese origins, but Tanner had no idea what Chinese characters looked like.  He briefly entertained the idea that Wily was writing in an Oriental language, and then dismissed it.  There was no way.

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