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    Courtesy of Queenie

    Shrike held the weapon in her hand and staggered towards the man. Her boots scuffed the floor, her feet loud and unsteady. But to the remaining soldier she was a corpse and as he turned around, surprised, she burned the knife in his stomach. He gasped, hand dropping away from his ear.

    “I am Shrike.” She told him as he fell to his knees in front of her. She pulled the free and stabbed him again, twice, three times. Over and over.

    “I am Shrike.” She repeated, the words were malformed, lisped. She tipped his chin upwards, to look at her face, and she burrowed the knife in the soft of his jaw.

    “I am Shrike.” The body fell at her feet.

    She dragged herself from the tower, staggered down into the street, towards one of the many trashcans fires that littered this destroyed world. She took the knife blade in the fire and wiped the blood from her cheek as best she could. Then she held the shredded flesh together and pressed the hot blade to it. This pain was crisp, almost refreshing in comparison to what had come before. Comforting. Pain meant she was alive


    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

    Name:

    Age:

    Sex:

    Race:

    Appearance:

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

    Tag Skills (Optional):

    Perks&Traits (Optional):

    Equipment:

    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.


    Chapters:


    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.

    The new coalition planned 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.

    In the Big Empty, the Vertibird designated Devil 2 crashed into a crystal filled trench.

    At San Francisco, Timothy Ashford ran into an unhelpful whaler, and Willy drew the eye of the Yakuza.

    In the Big Empty, the crew of Devil 2 came up against THE RAT GOD, an undoubtedly worthy adversary who will most certainly destroy them.  They've gotten through spore carrier forests and communist ghouls of Little Yangtze.  They must press forwards to X-13 so that they can claim valuable tech to use against Shrike.

    In San Francisco, Willy was captured by the Yakuza and brought to Kabu Chotto.  He was rescued by Eva, but it incited a shootout in Chotto's club between the crew of the Devil 1 and the Japanese gangsters.

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      "How do we know it was them and not this 'Rat King?'" Denis suggested as Paul examined the area.

      "'Suppose we don't."  Josey said.  "Just the rat guy ain't have no reason to do this, 'less he was quicker than we wer egetting over here.  They built these things to function autonomously."  He pronounced it 'a-tom-mon-on-mose-ly.'  "Enough that this ain't outside the realm of impossible.  I'm surprised but... well, it ain't unexpected.  Thing is that when it moves around, shit doesn't go away.  Its all still here, just hidden some how.  Kinda makes sense, when you think about it, this place being a stealth research lab."

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      Tanner wondered what kind of clinic this guy was running. He stepped into Eva's room, knocking twice on the door as he entered.

      Evangeline sat on a metallic table, paler than usual due to the amount of blood lost. Her synthetic eyes had been shut off to avoid the risk of their technology interfering with surgical equipment and machinery.

      She had been stripped off everything save for her bra and panties. A dirty blanket covered her shoulders and still she was freezing and shuddering, most likely as a result of the shock she had been in, but then again it was cold inside the room as well. The wound at her side had been crudely patched up, as expected from the work of a back alleyway surgeon, but it would most certainly hold together as long as she didn't do anything reckless for a while.

      Her grey, blind eyes moved as soon as they heard the door to the room open. "Who's there? Is that you, Tanner?"

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    • "The one and only."  Tanner said, looking around for her clothes so he could get her dressed.  "Are you doing alright?"

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    • "I am cold", she murmured sheepishly.

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    • "Here."  Tanner said, shrugged out of his over coat, and draping it around her.  It was a deja vu moment, she'd once done the same thing for him.  "Did the doctor say where he set your thing?"

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    • She clutched to the coat hard as if it was the most precious object in the world to her, while pointing a weak hand over at the corner. Though the direction was slightly off due to her blindness, there was no doubt about it that her possessions were roughly thrown over a chair in the corner.

      "You saved my life", she said quietly, almost as if she didn't believe it herself. "Again."

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    • "Again?"  Tanner said, not remembering the first time.  He retrieved her clothing and lay it out on the bed next to her.

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    • Her eyes shifted in the direction from where she heard his voice, turning slightly to face him. "You know ... back at the World's Fair? When Clive blocked out my lenses. If it hadn't been for you, or the others for that matter, I would have never left that place alive. I would have been left in a place of darkness."

      She swallowed hard at the idea. "It would have been my worst nightmare come true."

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    • (Clive* blocked out)

      "I don't think I did much, to be honest."  Tanner said.  "It was mainly the Boss and Rock, if I remember right."

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    • (Shhh. You didn't see nothing.)

      She shook her head. "No. You were there for me as well. I was acting like a baby bird, who had just learned how to fly. I was so young and barely knew what I was doing half of the time. You were a couple of years older and already seemed to have your mind all set and ready to go."

      A slight smile appeared on her lips. "I don't know if I should tell you this or not, but back then ..." She sighed and let out a small laugh. "No. Nevermind, it's just stupid."

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    • "What?"  Tanner asked, canting his head.

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    • A faint blush appeared on her cheeks, even more clear now that she was so pale. "It's embarrassing really, but back then I had such a hopeless crush on you."

      Her voiced trailed off as if she was trying to dampen the impression.

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    • Tanner looked at her very stupidly.  "Me?"  He asked, touching a finger to his chest to clarify that he did, indeed, mean himself.

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    • She nodded with an assuring smile, not being able to bring herself to look at him (not that she could anyway) and allow him to see her embarrassed face. "Even after the World's Fair", she said. "My parents kept on requesting that I invited you over to Salem so that they could have a look at the young man their daughter was swooning for."

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    • Tanner was glad that didn't happen, it would've been a pretty uncomfortable experience for him, given what had been going on in his life then.

      He grinned.  "That's adorable.  I had no idea.  You always seemed poised and assured."

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    • Morgan touched a wall herself.

      "Well, there are other bits to this building right? Maybe we just need to look around?"

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    • "Suppose the Rat God has rounded up all the tech," Wilkes suggested. "It would explain how he's controlling the wildlife."

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    • SkyrimsShillelagh wrote:
      Psychomantis108 wrote:
      "How do we know it was them and not this 'Rat King?'" Denis suggested as Paul examined the area.
      "'Suppose we don't."  Josey said.  "Just the rat guy ain't have no reason to do this, 'less he was quicker than we wer egetting over here.  They built these things to function autonomously."  He pronounced it 'a-tom-mon-on-mose-ly.'  "Enough that this ain't outside the realm of impossible.  I'm surprised but... well, it ain't unexpected.  Thing is that when it moves around, shit doesn't go away.  Its all still here, just hidden some how.  Kinda makes sense, when you think about it, this place being a stealth research lab."

      "So you saying that it could've wandered off on its own?" Paul suggested, looking around.

      "Maybe not even on its own." Denis sighed, scratching his head.

      "Well, if anyone will have the answers, it'll be the Rat God. Even if he doesn't directly have them, that Mobius guy will."

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    • "Right." Morgan nodded as Harriot groaned in Wilkes' arms. 

      "I guess we'll have to pay him a visit then."

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    • "Don't know where we'd find a Rat God."   Josey said.  "Although, he don't see too bright.  Probably could just trick him into tellin' us."

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    • "Hmm... Maybe use reverse psychology or something." Denis nodded, thinking on it.

      "Or trick him into thinking one of us is stupid enough to buy into his bullshit and worship him." Paul suggested.

      "Maybe one of the women could confess love or some shit. It'd at least be funny to watch."

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    • SkyrimsShillelagh wrote:
      Tanner was glad that didn't happen, it would've been a pretty uncomfortable experience for him, given what had been going on in his life then.

      He grinned.  "That's adorable.  I had no idea.  You always seemed poised and assured."

      "Please", she said. "That was the only way for me to cope with what was going on at the time. I was a child: precocious and a real bother, I would imagine."

      She made a short pause. "I doubt that you would remember it, but back then when you had passed out and I had to ... " She made an awkward gesture followed by a nervous laughter, red all over the face. " ... give air to you. That was the first time I had ever kissed a boy."

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    • Tanner laughed to put her at ease.

      "I'd say it was good for me too, but I was unconscious."  He joked, then paused, repeating his words mentally.  "That didn't come out right."


      "Let's get to it then."  Josey said, stepping back outside.  Getting the rat guy's attention shouldn't have been hard.  He seemed to be unerringly focused on them.

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    • "How do you think we should play it?" Denis asked, since his approach seemingly failed last time.

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    • Willy stood outside with Shanks. He was trying to stare at the dogman but tried to do so without being noticed. It was pretty obvious though.

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    • Evangeline blushed and snickered at his antics, surprised that he remembered it. "No, it certainly didn't."

      She slowly got up from the metallic table with a pained moan, clutching her hand to her side. "And yet here you are, 13 years later to save my behind once more. Maybe I should hire you?"


      Shanks just glared back, before sinking deep back into his chair, shutting his eyes and trying his best to ignore to curious but extremely annoying stare Willy gave him.

      "You have something on your tongue, meat?" he said askingly with a sigh. "Spit it out."

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    • "You're in luck because I don't accept pay."  Tanner smirked.


      "I don't know."  Josey murmured, thumbing his helmet's antenna.  "Surrender?"

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    • "Think he'll buy that?" Denis asked, figuring it was a bit too soon and therefore too obvious... even if the Rat King wasn't all that smart.

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    • "Oh uh, it's nothing..." Willy suddenly said, flushed and emberassed.

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    • "You're safe here," Jared's masked voice sounded as he entered the room. He looked to Willy. "Speak freely. I made sure no one followed us here. Just be careful though."

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    • Evangeline punched him slightly on the shoulder, with no harder impact than a pillow. "Good, because I enjoy good company for free."


      "It's never just 'nothing', meat, so spell it out already", the dogman inquired rolling his shoulders with a cracking sound.

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    • "You ready to get moving?"  Tanner said.  "I want to ask Will what happened in the club before we go there, and then there's one other stop I want to make."


      "This ain't my strong suit, pardner."  Josey said.  "If I can't shoot it I norm'ly don't bother."

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    • Willy was afraid now. But there was no way of getting out of this one.

      "I-I was just wondering... I-if you enjoy bellyrubs."

      "..."

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    • "Yes", she confirmed with a nod. "I think so. I just need to ... " She snapped with her fingers anxiously. " ... find my clothes."

      She suddenly didn't feel so cold anymore, for some reason, but she would rather not parade around Tanner in nothing but her skin and underwear.


      Shanks bleated out like a Deathclaw with colic, spit and froth foaming from his mouth as he laughed uncontrollably. "Bellyrubs?!" he snorted, wiping a tear from his eyes. "Fuck me, that's a good one, meat. Just hearing that one made all the club hassle worth it. But yes. I do enjoy bellyrubs. Preferably from a hot Hawaiian woman with flowers in her hair, hands softer than a virgin's thighs, going further south than the Mexican border on me."

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    • "I put them next to you."  Tanner said.  "On your left."

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    • "So you like your feet massaged?" Willy thought that was about as south you could go on anyone, if he understood the metaphor correctly. 

      "Or are they paws?"

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    • Evangeline shyly took off Tanner's coat, extending it into the air for him to take. She then turned around and away from the direction she had last heard him from, as she began to clumsily redress. She had promised the doctor not to activate her lenses just yet, due to possible interference they would cause with his equipment: potentially endangering other patients.

      "A little help?" she whimpered as her jeans had refused to pull all the way, now stuck at her ankles.

      Please, no more embarrassment.


      Willy seemed to him like a child. Just as inquisitive and equally annoying, but at least in a harmless fashion. He demonstratively put up his hind legs on a nearby coffee table, displaying his digitigrade feet. "Paws, meat. Big ugly stompers. Can't wear boots no matter how much I'd love to. But at least I can kick a man to pieces with them."

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    • Tanner paused in the process of shrugging back into his coat.  "Uh... sure."  He said, bending down slightly to tug up on the waist the jeans, hiking them up.

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    • "I like wearing boots." Willy smiled. as he wiggled his toes in his black wellies. "I love walking through puddles and not feeling the water get in."

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    • Evangeline uttered a quiet "thanks", before finishing redressing, finally wearing her long black coat to look more presentable. She leaned slightly to the right to avoid wearing the patching above her left hip out.

      "I am ready to go", she said as he fumbled with her hand around in the air, expecting him to take it and guide her out of the room. She could barely wait to activate her lenses again for the dark frightened her.


      "Yeah, must be great", Shanks grumbled.

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    • Jared removed his sunglasses and lowered his mask, chuckling at Willy's line of questioning and thought, along with his raport with Shanks. "Oh this is rich, Mister Will. I've seen and heard strange things, but this is by far one of the best."

      He soon composed himself, allowing a few more chuckles, then looked straight at him with a more purposed expression. "Now I have questions for you."

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    • "Yeah, must be great", Shanks grumbled.

      "It is!" Willy was glad to have found some common ground at last.

      Jared soon composed himself, allowing a few more chuckles, then looked straight at him with a more purposed expression. "Now I have questions for you."

      "Oh?" The farmhand turned to look at Jared, waiting to see what he wanted to ask.

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    • Tanner did so, leading her back out into the lobby.

      "Watch your step."  He warned as they passed throught doorway.

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    • "What did you tell the Yakuza about why we're here?" Jared asked. "And how did they respond? This is very important."

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    • "That we're trying to stop Shrike." Willy replied.

      "That is what we're doing right?"

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    • Jared paused and sighed, nodding. "That's right. We are."

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    • "She's very scary looking for such a small lady." Willy shuddered, remembering the icy stare she had given him at the club, as if she were dissecting him.

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    • Jared blinked and his brow furrowed. "What do you mean 'she'?"

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    • "Shrike. The lady we were looking for by looking for clues about Randell Clarke?" Willy thought obvious.

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    • He stepped closer. "You mean... you saw her."

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    • "She was here?" Tim muttered.

      "What was she doing here?"

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    • "Yeah?" Willy answered languidly, his eyes shifting, not sure what the big deal was here.

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    • "This changes things," Jared declared. "We need everyone on deck as soon as possible. Is Evangeline on the recovery track?"

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    • "She's already gone by now," Tim sighed. "We can hardly chase someone with a teleporter."

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    • "Not if she comes looking for us," Jared hypothesized. "And it'll only be a matter of time if she's so inclined."

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    • SkyrimsShillelagh wrote:
      Tanner did so, leading her back out into the lobby.

      "Watch your step."  He warned as they passed throught doorway.

      "Thanks", Evangeline murmured as the two stepped right into the conversation about Shrike.


      "The thing about teleporters", Shanks grumbled. "Is that you can't track their scents. Sounds like Shrike is just a cheating little bitch."

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      "You ready to get moving?"  Tanner said.  "I want to ask Will what happened in the club before we go there, and then there's one other stop I want to make."

      "This ain't my strong suit, pardner."  Josey said.  "If I can't shoot it I norm'ly don't bother."

      "Hmm... I would suggest that I do it but I'm not exactly in his good graces, right now." Denis sighed, hoping that one of the others would be able to convince him.

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    • "Well, I assume he is watching us now?" Morgan asked as she looked to Wilkes and Harriot.

      "Flash your tits."

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    • "Why does she have to do it?" Wilkes protested.

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    • "If she wanted to hurt me, why didn't she?" Willy asked out loud.

      "Miller said she would hurt me but she didn't. Something tells me he hasn't told me the entire story."

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    • "Cause hers are better?" Morgan shrugged.

      "Um...they aren't really.." Harriot sighed.

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    • "I could flash my tits." Paul offered, his were better than both of their's.

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    • "Don't do that."  Josey said, exasperated.  Christ, and Cass had called him stupid?

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    • Wilkes would argue Harriot's claim but felt now wasn't the time.

      "This is hardly a productive plan."

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    • "It's gonna get his attention." Morgan shrugged.

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    • Josey really disagreed, but he'd been wrong before.

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    • "Is this a plan you've done before, Ms Jones?" Denis asked, sounding somewhat bemused.

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    • "I can think of at least 20 different ways to grab a guy's attention other than flashing tits... or, tit," Rick glanced over at Harriot.

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    • Harriot looked away, awkwardly.

      "I mean...we could just...shout on him.." Harry sighed.

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    • "Ah, shit, I'll do it. People have said I got a way with irritating folk," Rick offered. 

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    • "I can tell, already." Morgan grumbled.

      "Go on."

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    • "This'll be good." Paul mumbled, dissapointed that they had ditched the tit plan as he hadn't seen a woman's breast in well over a century.

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    • "Aight, here goes..." Rick cleared his throat, 

      "Hey! Cock-guzzler!" Rick barked, stepping away from the group and delivering his usual brand of mean comments and angry yelling. "Buck-toothed beady-eyed commie! I'm talking to you!"

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    • "HEY."  Rat God's voice boomed back.  "THOSE WORDS ARE ALL HURTFUL."

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    • "Well, that worked." Morgan sighed.

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    • “They’re only hurtful if you’re a thin-skinned pussy! What kinda God gets pissed over some words?” Rock kept on.

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    • "HEY YOU CAN'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!  YOU'D BETTER NOT! YOU WOULDN'T LIKE ME WHEN I'M ANGRY!"

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    • "We just want to come talk." Morgan sighed. "That's all."

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    • "Alright, how about this? How's about you let us come talk to you and you can tell us where the shit is that we want. If not, we can just keep fuckin' up your entire kingdom... And trust me, shitbrain, I've got a reeeeally long streak of fuckin up places..."

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    • "WE'RE TALKING RIGHT NOW YOU OVERGROWN BULLY!"

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    • "Face to face you cheese-munching cunt!"

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    • "AS IF!  EVEN IF YOU WANTED TO GET INTO X-8 THERE'S NO WAY I'D LET YOU INSIDE!  I'D JUST SEND THE DOGS OUT TO EAT YOU!  YOU-- YOU IDIOT!"

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    • Morgan was soon looking on her map, beckoning to Josey.

      "Can we get there?" She whispered.

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    • "Yeah it's not far."  The Courier said.

      "YOU'll NEVER MAKE IT!"

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    • "Alright, let's go have a chat with this God." Morgan nodded.

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    • Denis was somewhat impressed by what had happened... He'd never seen anyone so stupid in all of his life as this 'Rat God.'

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    • "YOU WON'T GET THE CHANCE!"

      Josey led them on, across Big Empty. Large pipes got in their way, and the ground beneath them turned to blue grass.

      They could hear the hissing of Nightstalkers nearby.

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    • "Be on guard." Morgan sighed. "Don't wanna end up bit."

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    • "I can take them out, hopefully." Denis assured them, magnum at the ready.

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    • A lone pair of Nightstalkers appeared out from behind a hexagonal tower and came rushing towards them, yipping.

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    • MOrgan drew her M40 and took a shot at one of the Nightstalkers.

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    • Denis did the same, with his .44 magnum, aiming for the head.

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    • Two shots ran out and the Nightstalkers fell dead, hitting the grass with undignified thumps.

      "That ain't what I expected." Josey muttered.  There was the sounds of bones clanking and they found themselves suddenly trapped in the middle of a pincer manuver as walking skeletons attacked them from both sides.

      The Y-17 trauma harnesses were aberrations of nature, suits of armor with the bones of their long dead wearers trapped inside.  They could see skulls grinning rictus grins through the glass masks of their helmets.

      They were all, horrifyingly enough, carrying chainsaws, and the air filled with the smell of diesel as they roared to life alongside each other.

      Josey drew and began picking targets, as they were quickly surrounded.

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    • "Oh, what the fuck," Wilkes grunted, putting Harriot down and beginning to tear buckshot through the suits.

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    • “Ah shit, it’s Debra!” Rick cried, shooting at one of the trauma harnesses.

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    • "Jesus!" Morgan snapped. This was something she hadn't seen before. She took a shot again, not enjoying being so close.

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    • Denis hadn't seen this before, this was just not right...

      "If one of 'em says 'who turned out the lights?' You can consider me, officially freaked out!" Paul called out, hitting the closest one with his hammer, with as much strength as his current form allowed.

      Denis opted to shoot the closest one to him in the chest, hoping it would go down quicker.

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    • Willy took out his journal and scribbled something down. Another doodle, rather than a sentence or two. Once again something completely abstract. 

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    • There was only the sound of clicking bones and running chainsaws and Rat God's screaming voice,  "WHO'S A PUSSY NOW?!!!  UH?!! WHO'S A PUSSY NOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!?!?!"

      Josey fired off a half his cylinder and then threw himself to the side before a chainsaw decapitated him.

      Bullet's had limited effect on the trauma harnesses, the suits were puncture but these things had been designed to withstand damage and they marched on more or less unimpaired.  They'd have to pick their targets wisely.

      Morgan's sniper round blastered right through the harness, taking out a chunk of bone and fabric, but it persisted towards her.

      Rick's shotgun spray was also similiarly limited in effect, covering the harness in a spread of holes, but doing nothing to stop it's inexolerable march.

      Wilkes' sustained gunfire tore into the harness apporaching him and it buckled slightly, sustaining damage to one of its joints.

      The .44 round of Denis' revolver obliterated the helmet and skull beneath, but the harness was virtually unaffected.  Afterall, whatever drove this things was not a brain.

      Paul had the most success, the sheer weight and force behind the axe's head flattening the trauma harness.  Half of it caved in, bones crunching, and it ceased to functioned.

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    • "Focus the harnesses!" Morgan called, taking aim and firing again.

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    • Denis needed to work on his aim as his shot was meant for his chest. He pulled the hammer back and shot again as Paul crushed it, with his hammer.

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    • Wilkes grunted and quickly inserted a "kitchen sink" shell into his chamber. These shells were filled with an assortment of shot, ranging from birdshot to musketball. It was sure to punch a hole, he hoped, as he cycled and fired.

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    • (Denis' aim is so bad because I'm blind and stupid)

      Morgan' second round was about as effective as the first, and then the harness was on top of her.  One cool, metal hand shoved her in the chest, the second swinging a buzzing chainsaw blade at her neck.

      The magnum round punched through the harness' chest, crushing the ribcage within.  He must've strong something important because the harness staggered, making it unable to avoiding Paul's descending axe.  The harness, mainly a hollow shell, was flatted.

      As Wilkes looked back up the harness was directly in front of him, chainsaw raised.  He discharged the shotgun blast directly into it's chest-- the result sound was deafening and the harness went flying backwards, spraying loose bones.  The deflated harness hit the ground, caught fire, and then exploded.

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    • Morgan fell back and ducked, with an audibe gasp. She poked her M40 into the harness and fired point blank into it.

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    • Denis opted to switch to his terrible shotgun, holstering the magnum as he blasted at the nearest skeletor to his left.

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    • Denis' shotgun pulverized a harness' center mass, and it fell to the ground in a pile.

      Morgan was on the right track, and the muzzle velocity alone was enough to stagger the harness.  A chainsaw buzzed behind her, and Josey appeared, sawwing the harness in half.

      "Five down seven to go."  Josey noted.

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    • "I think we should go back to the club."  Tanner said.  "Find out what we can from Chotto about Randall.  And then I want to go to the big martial arts school that's here-- the one where Shrike trained."

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    • "I don't know if that is such a good idea", Evangeline said sheepishly. "In return for letting Willy go, I promised him that we wouldn't cause too much damage to his club."

      Shanks gave out a snarling noise which could only be assumed to have been a laughter. "Yeah, and look how well that turned out. We and the gangsters pretty much turned the place into firewood. Also welcome back to the side of the living, blindy."

      Evangeline furrowed her brows angrily.

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    • "Agreed," said Jared. "But we all need to stay in sight of each other this time and have each other's backs." He glanced towards Evangeline and then Willy.

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    • "I'm sure it'll be fine."  Tanner said, nodding to Jared.  He'd make sure to stand in front of of everyone, just in case.  "I mean, if we don't then we've wasted a lot of time.  We still don't have anything."

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    • "You are the boss", Shanks shrugged, standing up and pulling his shirt and trenchcoat back on. "But if I so much as catch one of those samurai glaring at me the wrong way again, I will give them a disembowelment they can write haikus about for generations to come."

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    • "Seven more shots then." Morgan agreed as she readied herself. She fired point blank at another harness.

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    • "Gosh, I hope mister chotto isn't too mad about us destroying his club..." Willy hoped.

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    • Denis, seeing how effective this was fired off again, this time going around the back of them, taking advantage of them being distracted by the group.

      Paul on the other hand just got back to squishing them with his hammer, it was strangely cathartic.

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    • Tyrus stood in silence, listening and waiting.

      He wondered how the Big MT group was faring...


      "How does this even work? These are not people! These are skele-bones!" Brutus spat, cutting through one of the remaining harnesses with his axe. "Foul magic!"

      "Nah, it's just our fuckin' government being stupid as shit..." Rick sighed, blasting one of the trauma harnesses with his shotgun.

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    • Denis blew a leg of two seperate harnesses, sending them to the ground.  They didn't stop them however, as they quickly turned and began to hobble towards on a leg and arm, holding their chainsaws out towards him one-handed.

      Morgan's shot blew through the harness' torso, tearing a hole straight out the other side, but it didn't fall like the last.  She was inside its reach, and it struck her in the side with the chainsaw blade.

      As Paul flatted one harness, a second came as him from the left, using his distraction to its advantage, and he caught acleaving slice across his lateral muscle.  At this same time Rick's shotgun tore across the harness' back, momentarily slowing it.

      The harness pratically fell apart as Brutus' axe took it through the center, and it crumbled into two equally broken halves.

      The air was heavy now with the smell of carbon monoxide, and thick, shimmering like on a hot summer's day.  Just breathing brought on a feeling of light headedness.

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    • "We'll play it be ear."  Tanner said, smirking.  "C'mon, let's go."

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    • "Agh.." Morgan hissed in pain as the chainsaw rattled her armour and tore a hole in her coat. She shot at the harness again, getting extremely mad it wasn't down yet.

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    • The harness was forced backwards as another shot tore through it, and then went down completely as Josey sawed through it vertically.

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    • "Man...fuck these things.." Morgan groaned, quickly checking to see if she was bleeding.

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    • "Then we're agreed," said Jared. "I think I'd better take point and... do most of the talking. This Chotto shouldn't recognise me at all. Certainly not with my mask. Eva and Tim should back me up."

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    • "Works for me." Tanner said to Jared, as they headed out. "Don't think I ever caught your name by the way."


      "Yeah they might be the worst shit in here." Josey agreed.

      The fight was in hand now, however. Once Denis, Paul, and Rick mopped up they'd be on their way.

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    • "Which explains why the doctor paid me no mind," the agent replied as he put his mask and shades back on. "But even though it's not relevant anymore, it's Jared."

      As they walked, Jared unfolded the stock of his Compliance Regulator Laser Rifle and turned off its safeties before putting it back over his shoulder.

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    • Paul grew enraged from the pain and bulked up a little, almost from impulse. He grabbed the creature, with his stronger arm and crushed it in his hand.

      Denis continued to blast the skeletal Captain Cosmos with his shotgun, hoping to shoot it so many times that it couldn't reanimate, if it wanted to. Though he was mostly going for the chest.

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    • "Cool. Nice to meet you." Tanner said, showing a smile.


      One final blast from Denis' shotgun rang out and the last harness fell over.

      "Weren't too hard." Josey said, tossing his chainsaw aside.

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    • "Hi, Jared!" Willy added from the side.

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    • "Mrgh..." Paul grumbled, ripping the creature in two.

      "Tempted to shove one of these things up Ratfuck's ass."

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    • As soon as they were out of the clinic Evangeline turned on her lenses again. The surface of her eyes flickered for a moment like a monitor screen before two full ice blue circles appeared, dimly lit. She blinked hard. Everytime she had to reboot the system it was as she saw the sun again for the first time, quite literally.

      She covered her eyes briefly with her hand when the visual impressions became too much for her to take in at once. She didn't want to risk triggering a migraine now when they were back on track.

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    • "Mmh.." Morgan sighed as she poked her finger through the hole in her coat.

      "Guess I gotta do some sewing when we get back.."

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    • "I'm reeeally starting to hate this place," Rick grumbled.

      "I already hate this place! It is ugly and horrible... filled with dead things. It's like Denver but with science..." Brutus said.

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    • "Least there ain't Mothmen. Those things are a fuckin' pain in the ass to fight. They dissappear and reappear, like a deadly game of peeka-boo and if you don't smash 'em quick, they can vanish altogether." Paul sighed, tossing both sides of the rag and bone man aside.

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    • It wasn't long before they arrived back at the club, and it was a very different scene than the one they had left.  The door was propped open, and there wasn't a bouncer in sight.  It seemed they could just walk in.


      "These be about the worst things in here."  Josey said.  "Maybe there's a robot or two that beats 'em, but it shouldn't get any harder a trek than it is."

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    • Willy decided to hang back, behind his friends. 

      They were all badass and really good at fighting.

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    • "Looks like we really did a number on them", Shanks scoffed. 

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    • "Well, let's try to get to the Rat God before more things find us." Denis figured that the last thing they'd want is to get ambushed by another creature, accidentally.

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    • "Alright, then let's go meet this chump and move on." Morgan agreed.

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    • Wilkes sighed and picked Harriot back up off the ground. Every minute they were here, he was more unhappy that they'd gotten on that Vertibird.

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    • "Mmh..." Harriot groaned as she was picked up. She nuzzled in.

      "Hurts a little more."

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    • "It'll be out of your system in a while," Wilkes assured her. "You'll live."

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    • "Ye.." She smiled, softly.

      "Though, I don't mind it, if it gets me carried everywhere."

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    • "Never mind the crippling pain?" Wilkes raised an eyebrow.

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    • "It ain't so bad.." She whispered, putting on a brave face.

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    • "Oh, should I put you back on your feet then?" Wilkes asked.

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    • "Didn't say that!" Harriot winced. 

      "But I can do it, if you need me to.."

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    • "You get my point," Wilkes sighed, walking along.

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    • They entered into the club.  The light was a mellow white now, and there was no music.  A team of custodians were cleaning the place, sweeping up broken glass, righting furniture, generally tidying up.

      Kabu Chotto sat at the bar.  He'd had an extra large stool brought over to accomodate his bulk.  One of his women worked the bar, making him a drink, the second sat next to him, her legs stretched across his lap.

      He glanced over his shoulder at them.

      "You are back."  He noted.  "Surprise, surprise."


      The passed beneath the tower of the Think Tank.  Josey only spared it the briefest of glances.  That place was behind him now.  There was nothing there for him.

      Little lay between them and X-8  they could see large mound in the distance, upon which the X-8 facility sat, surrounded by a chainlink fence.

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    • "So we gonna kill this guy?" Morgan asked, casually.

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    • "Yes," Wilkes simply answered.

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    • "Alright." She shrugged. "Hopefully it'll be easy."

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    • They approached the fence, and through it they could see X-8.  It was an unimpressive building.  It looked very Soviet Bloc in design, resembling a 70s high school in shape and function.  Like X-13, a large, pressure-sealed steel door was the only entrance.

      "Radiation's high here."  Josey noted, scanning the place in front of them.  "Break in the fence on our right, we can get in there.  Lotta mean shit in this place.  Cyberdogs, lobotomites, crazed robots."

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    • Jared approached the bar in a casual pace and took off his sunglasses.

      "It was nothing personal," he said as he leaned on the bar. "When our goals are met, I'll see to it you're compensated and honor is restored. Helping us will do only to add honor. Do you understand why we are here?"

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    • "Boy..." Morgan sighed. "So much for easy.."

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    • "Don't talk to me like I'm stupid."  Chotto rolled his eyes.  "I am not a button to be pushed."


      "Ain't never said easy.  Said it won't get worse."

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    • "I was hopin is all." Morgan shrugged. 

      "How bads the radiation?"

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    • "That wasn't my intention," Jared assured. "I don't know how much... you know about us is all. What can you tell me about Randall Clark?"

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    • "It's pretty mild or else I would've told you to run." Denis assured her.

      "We're only soaking up a rad a second, right now."

      (Feel free to correct me but, y'know we probably wouldn't be stood here if it was like 20+ rads/ps xD)

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    • (Everyone gets cancer and dies the end)

      "Enough to make you sick."  Josey said.  "Ain't enough to kill ya."


      Chotto's woman set a drink down on the counter before him, sound kind of Japanese whiskey.  It was likely ancient.  He turned it between his thick fingers for a moment.

      "What do you want to know?"

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    • "Then we better hurry." Morgan nodded. "Don't want to get radiation poisoning again.."

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    • "I got some radaway, so I can prevent that." Denis assured her.

      "That and I learned a good way to flush it out of your system. learned it off some swamp people, out in Louisiana."

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    • "'Swamp people.'"  The Courier repeated, turning to look at Denis.

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    • "I've had a few run ins with Swamp People." Denis shrugged, tapping his forehead.

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    • "Let's move on."  Josey said.

      They circled around the fence, and passing through the gaps in it towards X-8.  Unlike the last place however, when Josey tried the valve, it refused to turn.

      "Looks like he locked it."  He said, stepping back.

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    • "His connection to Shrike," Jared answered. "And when the last time you saw him was."

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    • Willy meanwhile looked around, sifting through the destruction.

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    • "Ugh then just blast it." Morgan sighed.

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    • "I saw him two days ago."  Chotto said, sipping form his whiskey.  "He came by to set up a meeting between me and her."


      Willy found some torn table clothes, broken glass, and bullet casings.

      "Everything alright?"  Tanner asked him.


      "My piece ain't gonna do much to it."  Josey said, holding up his revolver.

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    • "Ain't someone got something better?" Morgan shrugged.

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    • "hmmwat?" Willy tore his eyes away from the mess at his feet.

      "Oh yeah... I'm fine." 

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    • "I see," said Jared. "Did you know of her before?"

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    • "Yep," Wilkes answered, putting the barrel of his shotgun to the valve and blasting it.

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    • "You can't run with who I ran with in Reno and not know."  Chotto said.  "I knew of her.  Never met."


      "Pretty crazy, huh?"  Tanner asked, gesturing around at the mess.


      The valve groaned and warped inwards as it was torn apart.

      "One way of doing it."  Josey said, pushing on the door lightly.  It swung open with no resisting.  Foul air tinged wit hthe smell of dog feces rushed out.

      "Peachy."  Josey grimaced, twisting the air filter on his helmet.  "Alright, let's see what we got."  He said, stepping inside.

      Like X-13, Josey noticed immediately that the place had changed.  The hallway extended directly infront of them.  Uneven lights flickered.  "Don't remember it being this creepy."  He said, footsteps echoing loudly as he filed inside.

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    • "I'm amazed you expected it to be anything but creepy." Paul pointed out, examining the area, with caution.

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    • "Mgh.." Harriot groaned, her stomach making a weird noise as she tried not to throw up.

      Morgan sighed.

      "Well...this is definitely spooky."

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    • "You okay?" Wilkes asked gently.

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    • "Tanner." Willy said, looking at him with an earnest glint in his eyes.

      "I don't think I'm cut out for this."

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    • "Just tryin to not be..sick." Harry confirmed, quietly.

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    • "Baaah! I've seen spookier," Brutus thumped his chest. "Much scarier... like centuars. Those are scary things... Not Dark tunnel."

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    • "Aren't they half dog, from where you come from?" Denis asked glancing back.

      "Like, they have dog heads as well as that of humans. That sounds... unsettling."

      He'd read quite a bit about them on the Citadel terminals, back in the day. He had a few nightmares about that image but kept that to himself.

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    • "They'd turn people into shit here.  This place is where they made the Nightstalkers.  Cyberdogs.  Cazadors too."

      Windows interupted the plain steel walls.  They were completely blacked out though, unable to be seen through.

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    • "Lobotomites too..." Harry murmured. "I guess...Daniel was here.."

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    • "Yep..." Wilkes confirmed.

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    • "Who?"  Josey asked, having never heard of no Daniel in the Big Empty.

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    • "He learned how to make Lobotomites and took em to Denver." Harry confirmed for Josey. "He's who we...beat."

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    • "He didn't get in before my time did he?"  Josey asked.  "Thought I did a good job keeping people out."

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    • "Not sure.." Harry admitted. "Didn't think to ask."

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    • "Doesn't matta' either way."  Josey said.  "Lot of folk broke in here over the years.  Guy a lot like your Daniel, named Elijah, did pretty much the same thing.  Captured me, put a bomb around my neck, made me hunt for relics in a dead city."

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    • "Sounds rough..." Harriot sighed as she glanced to the floor.

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    • "It was something."  Josey murmured.  The hallway darkened, and seemed to end.  Josey flicked his night vision back on.

      "There's a door."  He said, and as he lay one hand against it, it lifted up and open.

      In side was a large room.  Cylindrical, at it's center was a tall-backed chair.  It was turned away from them.

      "AT LAST WE MEET'."  The voice of Rat God boomed dramatically, emitting from the chair.  "'AT LAST... I WILL DESTROY YOU!"

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      "Tanner." Willy said, looking at him with an earnest glint in his eyes.

      "I don't think I'm cut out for this."

      "You're doing great so far."  Tanner assured him.

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    • "You really think so?" Willy said with what could only be described as a sad smile.

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    • "Sure.  You found Chotto all on your own."

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    • "Yeah yeah." Morgan sighed, boredly.

      "We just want the tech, Rat man."

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    • "INSTEAD OF YOU HAVE FOUND YOUR DEATH!  YOUR DEATH..."

      The chair whirled around, revealing a large, rat-like humanoid.  It was roughly twice the size of a mastiff, lean with work muscles, with six legs, patchy grey fur, and a long snout.

      "AT THE HANDS OF RATTHEW!"

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    • "Huh..." Morgan looked close at the rat.

      "How did you...happen?"

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    • Wilkes sighed and raised his shotgun.

      "Do we need him to tell us anything before we take him down?" He asked the others.

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    • "Yeah, I wanna know if he knows any martial arts!" Paul piped up at the back.

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    • "I WAS THE LAB RAT OF THE THINK TANK!' THE SINGULAR LAB RAT! EVERYTHING THEY CREATED, THEY TESTED ON ME FIRST!" He closed his fists, flexing the long muscles beneath his coarse fur. "'THE INDIGNITIES THAT WERE DONE TO ME! BUT WITH EACH EXPERIMENT MY STRENGTH GREW! AND WHEN THOSE COCKSUCKERS OVER AT THE THINK TANK DIED, I. WAS. FREEEEEE!!!!" He held his five-toed hands high. "FREE TO FINALLY REIGN OVER MY BIRTHRIGHT!"

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    • "Ah nice." Morgan grinned. 

      "That's pretty amazing."

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    • "So why're you a massive douche?" Paul asked, not getting it.

      "Well, this complicates him." Denis sighed, thinking on it.

      "I mean, I think this guy's honestly too stupid to tell right from wrong. Though I'd say that makes him more dangerous than anything."

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    • Ratthew didn't like and he aimed a beady-eyed glared at Denis.

      "I'M NOT STUPID.  I'M A GENIUS.  I WAS A RATAND NOW I CAN FORM COMPLEX SENTENCES AND CONTROL ANIMALS WITH MY MIND.  DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD THAT IS FOR A RAT TO DO?!"

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    • "The ability to speak does not make you intelligent." Denis pointed out, he could oddly enough imagine his father saying that.

      "Regardless, you're staring into an abyss of trouble and I might be the last person on earth, willing to offer you some compassion."

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    • "See, he can control animals with his mind." Morgan enthused. She turned to face him.

      "How does that work? Sounds powerful."

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    • SkyrimsShillelagh wrote:
      "Sure.  You found Chotto all on your own."

      "I didn't find him..." Willy responded measuredly 

      "I met this man who said I spoke mandarin and he just brought me to Mister Chotto."

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    • "You spoke Mandarin?"  Tanner said.  This was a relevation to him.  He didn't realize that Will had recovered that part of himself.


      "I'M NOT HERE TO DEBATE INTELLIGENCE OR MY MIND-CONTROLLY POWERS!  I'M HERE TO DESTROY YOU!"  Ratthew stated.

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    • "Why does everyone keep saying that!" Willy groaned, seeming distraught now. As if there was just something obvious he wasn't getting. It made him feel dumb and insecure.

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    • "Pfft, sure, because you're really going to do better than murderous aliens from outter space." Denis sighed, drawing his revolver.

      "You brought what happens from here on yourself."

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    • "Do we have any actual questions to ask him or can I kill him now?" Wilkes asked.

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    • "It's the language the Chinese speak."  Tanner elaborated.  "If someone heard you speaking it, you can expect they'd be surprised."


      "YOU WILL BE DESTROYED!!!"  Ratthew told Denis.  "NO ONE DEFEATS RAT GOD!"

      "Do we have any actual questions to ask him or can I kill him now?" Wilkes asked.

      "Think Jones wanted to ask him something."  Josey said, if he remembered correctly.

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    • "One that's relevant to our reason for being here?"

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    • "Why don't they call it Chinese then." Willy mumbled, trying to mask his delight in finally realising what everyone had meant.

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    • "Er yeah." Morgan nodded. "Where did you put the technology from X-13?" She asked.

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    • "Because there's different kinds of Chinese.  Mandarin is just the most common version."


      "I'LL NEVER TELL YOU!  YOU'RE BEING DESTROYED!  RIGHT NOW!"

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    • "But why did they name it after a fruit?" Willy pressed. This was the turkey situation from last year's thanksgiving all over again. 

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    • "No idea."  Tanner said.

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    • "Pfft... Is this your 'final win' for when we kill you?" Denis smirked, cocking his revolver's hammer back.

      "I mean, if you were really confident in yourself, you wouldn't bother keeping secrets from people you are going to destroy."

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    • Willy let a painful silence linger, waiting for Tanner to break it.

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    • "Okay, that's a good question," Wilkes agreed, aiming his shotgun down slightly and blasting Ratthew's leg.

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    • "Exactly." Morgan agreed. "I just wanna know before I die here."

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    • "AIEEEEE!!!"  Ratthew screamed, falling over onto his side.  "I ONLY HAVE SIX OF THOSE!!!  AIIIOOOOWWWWEEE!!!"


      "You can go outside if you don't want to be in here."  Tanner said.

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    • "Oh good, you can count." Denis said, kneeling down in front of him and pointing the gun to his head.

      "You only have one of these, so if I put a hole in it, it'll be a real problem for you. I'm done entertaining your delusions, where is the x-13 tech!?"

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    • "I don't want to leave you guys." Willy said as he shook his head.

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    • "I'LL NEVER TELL YOU!"  Ratthew squelled, and tried to bite Denis' gun.


      "Alright."  Tanner said.

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    • "Ugh..." Morgan winced, distastefully.

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    • Denis pulled the trigger, the rat seemed hungry, so he might as well give him something to snack on. A .44 bullet went into his mouth, though Denis was uncertain as to what this means.

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    • "Well great. Now where do we look." Morgan groaned. 

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    • "Well, so much for this interrogation," Wilkes sighed.

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    • The side of Ratthew's face exploded, spraying the floor with chunks of flesh, tooth fragments, and blood.

      "URGhhHHHHhhhh..." Ratthew gurgled. Denis could see into his mouth, and a piece of his long tongue was missing. Blood steadily pumped out.

      "Jesus." Josey grimaced, although he thought it was funny in a Three Stooges kind of way.  "Don't think he's saying much else."

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    • "Well maybe you shouldn't have been so hasty shooting h im." Morgan snapped as she ran a hand through her hair.

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    • Denis didn't say much, drawing Occam's Razor from his coat pocket and sawing the Rat God's finger off. It was bigger than the other ones, so he'd probably have to wear it like a rabbit's foot.

      "We can find it ourselves. He's probably hoarding it all in here." The Regulator determined as he stuffed the finger into his outter pocket.

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    • "Hey."  Josey pointed at where Denis had sawn the finger off.  "What the fuck was that.  Did you just take his finger?"

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    • "I take fingers off of everyone I kill." Denis shrugged, dusting himself off.

      "I get bounty on it, from the Regulators." He added, patting one of the four bumbags that he had tied to his waist, they looked and sounded like they were all full.

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    • "So... you're walking around with back full'a fingers?"

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    • "Back, front, sides." Denis shrugged.

      "As many as I can carry. It's more for their morale, than my financial gain."

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    • Wilkes frowned and raised his shotgun, blasting off what remained of Ratthew's head. That guy was a dick, but making him bleed out slowly was not necessary.

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    • Josey supposed he'd done the same thing with heads before, but it was still pretty gross.

      "Don't it smell?"  Josey asked.


      Ratthew gurgled once more before his head was reduced to a smear on X-8's steel floor.  An miserable end to a miserable existence.

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    • "Maybe? I've been doing it so long though, I can hardly tell." Denis shrugged.

      "I'm pretty sure the ones in the first bag are bones by now." He didn't flinch as the Rat God's head was blown in half.

      "So, now we just need to comb the area and try to find out what happened to the X-13's stuff."

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      "You can't run with who I ran with in Reno and not know."  Chotto said.  "I knew of her.  Never met."

      "So what can you tell us of her, meat?" Shanks asked the gangster, not big on courtesies. "Apart from all the stuff I have been hearing these buffoons yapping my ears off about. It would be nice hearing the perspective of one criminal on another."

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    • Chotto raised his eyebrow at Shanks calling him a 'criminal,' but didn't comment on it.

      "She was good at her job.  She was very well respected when she worked."  Chotto said.  "I was a small fish then, I never dealt with her directly.  Neither did Yonome, I don't know how they met."

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    • "Yonome?" Evangeline said askingly.

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    • "It was what we called Randall Clark growing up and in the Yakuza."  Chotto said.  "Because of his eyes."

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    • "Anything you can personally tell us about him, meat?" Shanks asked.

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    • "What?"  Chotto said, confused but the last word Shanks tacked onto his question.  "Meat?"

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    • "Just answer the damn question", the dogman grumbled.

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    • Chotto frowned, not used to being talked to like this, but this was an athropormorphic dog he was speaking with so he understood that whatever Randall and Shrike were caught up in was none of his concern.

      "He was the most ruthless of us.  Even No-Kiba was wary of him.  Yonome was not cruel or liked to hurt people.  But he was... controversial.  It was rare someone liked him and he made enemies easily.  And he did take pride in dispensing with them.  We often compared him to an animal.  Not violent unless threatened, but when he was-- very dangerous."

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    • "An animal, eh?" Shanks scoffed. "I'd wear that comparison as a bloody badge of honor, were I him. Animals are true to their nature. This grunt you are describing sounds like he has betrayed his own. I wouldn't flatter him like that."

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    • Jared was fairly worried about where Shanks would take his comments, but breathed a sigh of relief.

      "What is his relationship with the Yakuza now?"

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    • "He is short on loyalty."  Chotto agreed.  "He's a brother to me, but I know he wouldn't hestitate to kill me, if it came down to it."  Chotto shrugged.  "But then, I wouldn't either."  Chooto stroked his broad chin thoughtfully.  "He's deceitful and a skilled liar, but he's no smarter than average.  He's a talented fighter, but nothing unique."

      "What is his relationship with the Yakuza now?"

      "Non-existent."  Chotto said.  "Any connections he has now are personal."

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    • "The connections to the fleas in my fur are personal", Shanks said. "Where would he be hiding? Where do we find him?"

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    • "How should I know?"  Chotto said.  "I hadn't seen him in a decade and he didn't mention what he was doing.  He was only here to set up a meeting with Shrike."


      "We should find Mobius."  Josey said.  "He'd know what the problem was."

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    • "If he's still alive." Denis sighed, hoping that was the case. He had no idea what Mobius was.

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    • "Ehem."  A voice came from above them.

      Josey looked up.  Plastered to the ceiling of Ratthew's liar was the brain bowl of Dr. Mobius.  It had no monitors, nor hovering strut, really just a glass sphere at the end of a metal stick.  "Hello?  Did somebody say my name?"

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      "How should I know?"  Chotto said.  "I hadn't seen him in a decade and he didn't mention what he was doing.  He was only here to set up a meeting with Shrike."

      "Set it up how?" Shanks inquired. "Why would he need to come here to do that? Was the meeting supposed to be held at this place?"

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    • "There was. Today. Your friend was there for the end of it." He pointed to Willy.

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    • "What transpired?" asked Jared further.

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    • Willy looked up from whatever he had found to occupy his time.

      "Oh, erm... Yeah... She's really scary looking."

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    • "She wanted a favor from me."  Chotto said.  "Wouldn't say what, though.  She wanted me to agree first.  It has something to do with the Steel Palace, though.  I know that much."

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    • "The steel palace?" Willy asked, becoming a conduit for exposition.

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    • "Erm... What's wrong with your goldfish?" Paul asked as Denis felt a little wistful at the memory of one of his lobes, that was floating in a jar, somewhere back home.

      "We're glad you're alive, hopefully we can find you a new body or fix you your old one. He didn't do anything too bad to you, did he?"

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    • "This brain has no skull..." Detective Brutus pointed out, clutching tightly to his axe. "This is not right. Brains should have skulls..."

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    • Mobius thought about Denis' question for a moment.

      "Mmmm-hmmm... I don't have any arms.  I think I should have arms."

      "How the hell are we gonna get him down from there?"  Josey muttered.  Mobius was stuck to the ceiling with what appeared to be rat feces twent feet above their heads.


      "The deconstructed submarine the Shi rule the city from."  Chotto explained.

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    • Jared nodded. "I see... Do you intend to follow through on that favor, for honor's sake?"

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    • "Never accepted."  Chotto said.  "I had no way to know what I was promising."

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    • Another sigh of relief. "Can you offer anymore information regarding Randall and Shrike? Anything to help us stop their plans?"

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    • Chotto opened his mouth to say something, and then paused in thought a moment.

      "Why should I care?  I don't owe you anything.  I answered your questions out of kindness, because I am no longer plagued by Inchi, thanks to your friend.  But I won't take steps against Yonome.  You want to kill him, correct?"

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    • "Do we?" Willy suddenly asked.

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    • "Could catch him." Morgan shrugged.

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    • "I'd rather take him in alive, but Josey is big on killing him."  Tanner supplied for Willy.

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      "Could catch him." Morgan shrugged.

      "Gotta get him outta that shit first."  Josey noted.

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    • "Killing won't solve anything..." Willy mumbled, thinking Josey was being silly.

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    • "Feel free to tell him that."  Tanner said.  Normally, he'd agree, but he understood what Josey going through, and he understood what kind of person Josey was.

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    • "Hm..." Morgan sighed. "How high is it?"

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    • "Looks about twenty feet or so."   Josey said.

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    • "I will." Willy said, determined. 

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    • "Could we just shoot the shit?" She asked.

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    • "Urgh, good thing he can't smell." Paul grumbled, looking the shit over.

      "We could scrape it off, maybe. If you gotta shovel and some height." Paul glanced over to the dead Rat God, his mouth would make a good shovel and Paul could bulk up.

      "Erm...I think I have a solution."

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    • "I'm all ears, man." Morgan sighed.

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    • "Well, I start by taking this asshole's head..." Paul began, twisting the Rag God's neck around and pulling at it, kind of getting a bit of satisfaction from the feeling of the tendons in his neck snapping as they were torn apart.

      "Then I use his stupid rat teeth, to scrape the shit off of the ceiling." He heaved, picking up what was left of the head.

      "I mean, he made the mess, he might as well clean it up."

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    • "If you can reach up there, yeah." Morgan nodded.

      "Go for it."

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    • Josey grimaced at the gruesomeness of it, but it wasn't a bad idea.

      "Maybe use Brutus' axe instead."  He suggested.  "Might be easier."

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    • Paul slowly bulked himself up, almost doubling his height and got to scraping, it wasn't the quickest of processes but it required the least amount of effort from anywhere else.

      "Dirty bastard, who does this!?" He grumbled.

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    • "Rat men, clearly." Morgan shrugged. "Be sure to catch him."

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    • "Erm, might want a backup, I got my hands full." Paul pointed out.

      "Erm... I will." Denis sighed as he was the only one who hadn't got covered in shit on this journey and he felt a little left out.

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    • "Good. Can't stand the smell of shit anymore I swear." Morgan sighed as she stepped back.

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    • "Mrgh, glad I got a strong stomach." Denis sighed, though he still held his breath as more shit got chipped away.

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    • Josey was fine inside his helemt.  He double-checked the air filtration anyway.

      "You know when I had arms, back in the day, we used a plunger for this sort of thing."  Mobius said conversationally to Paul as the mutant chipped away at the shit.

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    • "Pfft, I just leave the toilets clogged up. It's not like there's anyone around for hundreds of miles anyway." Paul shrugged as he continued to chip away, with the Rat God's head.

      "So you live up here alone, huh?"

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    • "I am all for killing", Shanks declared happily. "Anywho, what is this nonsense about a submarine, meat?" he asked Chotto. "And where do we find it?"

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    • "Southwest of here."  Chotto said.  "It will be difficult to miss, look for hte domed buildings."


      "Oh no I live in a different dome down the road from here."  Mobius said.  "That young rat gentleman took me from there and stuck me in his feces.  I think he was trying to prove something to me, for whatever raisin."

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    • "Well if he was trying to prove the uses of petrified rat shit, mission A-fucking-ccomplished...." Rick uttered.

      "We proved that he is dead," Brutus said. 

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    • "I meant in the Big Empty." Paul sighed, scraping some more rat shit off of the ceiling with the owner's teeth.

      "Alright, I think I can break him loose now." Paul grumbled, throwing the Rat God's head to the floor and finding satisfaction in the loud 'splat' sound.

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    • Willy yawned. But he had the good manners to keep a hand over his mouth when doing so. This day had been very eventful and taxing on for him.

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    • "Be careful with him."  Josey called up.

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    • Paul had his hands wrapped around the scientist's chasis and began to pull with as much strength as he could muster, without breaking the damn thing.

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    • "Oooooo, this is better than Mentats!"  Mobius purred, before popping free from the rat feces with an audible crunch.  "Aannnddd... I'm out.  If I still had lips I would be grinning."

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    • "If you had lips, you'd be gagging." Paul corrected him.

      "You're covered in rat shit, man!" He added, wiping him down as he slowly debuffed.

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    • "I was always partial to rats.  Such smart little creatures.  Handsome too!"

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    • "Even fuckface down there?" Paul shrugged,gesturing to what was left of the rodent's head.

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    • "Oh yes, especially precious young Ratthew.  Such a bright young mind.  If only he knew how to apply himself."

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    • "Well, I think we found a use afteral, Professor." Paul pointed out, the rat did indeed make a fantastic pooper scooper.

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    • "Eh?"  Mobius said.  "Sorry, without my monitors I can't see a thing.  Have we met?"

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    • "Nope." Paul said.

      "I forgot you're blind... I used rat boy's teeth to scrape the shit off. Had to rip his head off, since it was the only way."

      It wasn't the only way but saying that could potentially remove all argument.

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    • "Euh, like a light bulb!  How graphic!"

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    • (I was hoping that someone else would fill the void. :<)

      "You're fortunate that you can't see or smell it." Denis sighed, looking around.

      "Wherabouts were you torn apart?"

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    • ( :< )

      "Oh here and there, I really can't remember."  Mobius answered unhelpfully.

      "We ain't need to bother with that, let's just take him with us."  Josey said.

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    • "Where's all the X-13 stuff?" Morgan asked of the brain.

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    • "Or we could just leave him here," Rick suggested.

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    • "Why? He could help us and even if he couldn't, it's far from fair to leave him blind, on his own, with no ability to move." Denis said, finding that idea reprehensible.

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    • "We're bringing him with us."  Josey said, in manner that confirmed it wasn't up for debate.

      "Where's all the X-13 stuff?" Morgan asked of the brain.

      "Its right where it's always been."  The brain that was Mobius said.

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    • "Ah, come on, he's a giant brain! I'm sure he could think of something to pass the time," Rick said. "Shit, he could talk to Ratthew's corpse over there. Besides, I don't want to drop more burdens on our shoulders right now..."

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    • "It isn't in the actual X-13 though." Morgan sighed. "Got anything more specific?"

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    • "I'll carry him, don't you worry about it, Princess Prick." Paul grumbled, taking the brain from Denis' hands.

      "Don't even weigh anythin' to me."

      "R-Right... Just be careful, I'm not sure he could survive a fall." Denis warned him, prompting Paul to shrug.

      "I wasn't gonna juggle the poor asshole."

      "So..." Denis said, looking to the brain in a jar.

      "What do you mean about the X-13 stuff? We looked where it should be and it isn't there."

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    • "Well... theennnn..."  Mobius hummed.  "It must have hidden it.  It's there.  It's a sneaky facility!  Did you check underneath the bed?"

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    • "There wasn't a bed." Morgan shrugged. "There was nothing."

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    • "Y'know what? I'm starting to see Rick the Prick's point of view..." Paul sighed, growing slightly irritable.

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    • "Ohh, you did?"  That gave Mobius pause.   "Well it's hidden there!  X-13 must've gotten bored with it's old look and picked a new one.  It was always a tricky one!  Always dissecting things without asking.  So pesky."

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    • "There any way to get it back?" Morgan pressed, somewhat desperately. She wanted to get back at this point, and needed something to not make this trip worthless.

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    • "Hmm... So it could be anythin' from a rock a phone box? Great." Paul sighed, he looked around for somethng resembling straps that he could use to strap this large tank to his back to avoid having to hold it in his arms.

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    • "It's all still there!"  Mobius promised.  "You'll have to learn the new layout.  And then you'll find it."

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    • "Well, hopefully you can help us with that, eh." Morgan sighed.

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    • "It'd make an old brain's day to help you bright young minds!"  Mobius said, glad they wanted him.

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    • "Yeah, we could really use the help." Morgan agreed. "Our...red headed friend is poisoned too. You got any antidote for it?"

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