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    This mean lady named Shrike ruined Willy's clubhouse. Now abandoned in the Wild Wild West by his friends, Willy's got to do what a man's got to do, buckle up, and mosey on up north. There's plenty of varmints between him and his destination, but they're no match for the power of friendship!


    Rules:

    1. The date is July 3, 2290.

    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?


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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.


    Chapter 1: Wild Wild West

    Part 1|Part 2|Part 3|Part 4|Part 5|Part 6|Part 7|Part 8|Part 9|Part 10|Part 11|Part 12|Part 13|Part 14|Part 15|Part 16|Part 17

    Chapter 2: Screw You, Montana!


    Summary:

    The previous summary can be found here.

    What's a montana?

    Montanamap
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    • "Well some of us need the entertainment.." Morgan agreed.

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    • "Preservation of culture, art and history... I approve." Denis shrugged, with a faint smile.

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    • "I am glad.." Morgan chuckled. 

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    • "I have some weird costumes, back at my place... In Megaton. Or I had them... If they're still there, the theater company could use them." Denis shrugged, figuring it would help.

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    • "Sure! I will be glad to check with you." Morgan giggled.

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    • "How'd I guess you'd be eager to sift through my unmentionables?" Denis pondered, gently swaying from side to side.

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    • "Well...you know..." Morgan shrugged. "They are pretty...alluring.."

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    • "I guess my power armour sets are." The Wanderer nodded.

      "I would brag about my T-51b sets but those things are dime-a-dozen, outside of DC..."

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    • "Hey y-yeah..." Morgan giggled.

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    • Denis paused, glancing up to the monitor, on the far side of the room, it was doing something weird but it didn't look important, so he left it be.

      "Hmm.... I might just get back to work."

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    • Kayleigh stepped into Tanner's room, eyeing him as she oversaw his condition. He looked like death had just thrown him up...

      She took a seat and looked him over, up close, trying to see if you could see the seems, from where he was patched up.

      In truth, she felt bad for not being able to do more... 

      "Thought you could use the company..." She whispered.

      "Though you could've used it a while ago..."

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    • "Oh? NOw?" Morgan wondered.

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    • "Yeah... I mean, you don't have to. I'm just... I just want to be useful." he admitted, with a shrug.

      "Was going to fix you up, one of those drones."

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    • "He's doing quite fine, all things considered." Johnny Angel said to Kayleigh. He had been sitting in the corner, smoking.

      A dark one for it was only the red butt of his cigarette that revealed his presence. 

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    • "You don't uh...have to you know. It's alright." Morgan shrugged.

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    • "Good..." Kayleigh sighed, sitting back.

      "Didn't expect anyone to be in here."

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      "I... Wanted to." Denis shrugged, stopping to think on it.

      "Unless you... Don't want me to?"

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    • "I've just been keeping an eye on our buddy here. Haven't I, chief?" 

      Tanner did not respond.

      Angel probably smiled from inside the shadows.

      "He's just shy."

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    • "If it's just to make me happy, don't bother..." she smiled. "I'm fine as it is."

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    • "Making you happy was kind of a bonus..." Denis admitted, scratching his head.

      "I mostly wanted something to do."

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      "He used to be." Kayleigh admitted.

      "When we first met, he was... Well, he's grown a lot."

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    • "How long have you known him then." Johnny humored.

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    • There is always...me...

      Morgan smiled at that thought. Denis was too damned alluring...

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    • Denis noticed her expression but didn't quite get where her mind was.

      "i might as well get to it." He shrugged, stepping over to the teleporter.

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      "Met him ten years ago, in New York... We went to the World's Fair together. It was romantic as it sounds." Kayleiigh shrugged, leaning back in her chair.

      "Saw some crazy shit there, like this... weird yellow horse, with a really long neck. Looked like someone merged a serpant and a nag together."

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    • "It's quite horrifying what radioactivity can do huh." Johnny supposed, waiting for her to leave so he could finally kill Tanner.

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    • "Hmm?" Morgan was pulled from her musings. 

      "I uh...I...guess. Yeah.."

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    • "Yep." She admitted, leaning back in her chair.

      "I heard you're like Tanner... Giftswise."

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    • "You can come, if you like, I don't mind." Denis shrugged, stretching.

      "You can be my muse." He added, with a faint chuckle.

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    • Johnny quite convincingly feigned ignorance. They had no proof, only hunches. 

      "So they keep telling me."

      "Mind you, I wish I could do what this man did."

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    • "Heh...I know you just want me in the outfit.." Morgan smiled.

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    • "How do you mean?" Kayleigh asked, sitting upright.

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      "Outfit?" Denis offered.

      "I imagine you'd pull off any outfit, to be honest."

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    • "You know, a nurse outfit?" Morgan shrugged.

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    • "When that psycho lady attacked your little base." Johnny clarified. Meaning how Tanner held his own against that unstoppable killing machine.

      He himself had tried to boil her on the inside but it hadn't worked of course.

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    • Morning turned upon Montana and Josey was up and alert.

      The air was cool, the grass dewy. A faint mist was rising off the lake.


      It was morning for Wilkes and Harriot too. Sometime in the night, their fire had died.

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    • "Mm... Morning," Wilkes whispered. He was rather pale; blood loss had gotten to him.

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    • The Retroriffic Man wrote:
      "When that psycho lady attacked your little base." Johnny clarified. Meaning how Tanner held his own against that unstoppable killing machine.

      He himself had tried to boil her on the inside but it hadn't worked of course.

      "Well... It might come to you, someday." Kayleigh admitted, sitting upright.

      "Y'know... I wrote your file. Shortest one I've ever written."

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      "Ha, I wouldn't say no to a tight jumpsuit." Denis shrugged, with a faint grin.

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      Naomi was staring out, over said lake. Her power armour helmet lit up as soon as Josey began to stur.

      "We ready to move out?"

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    • "You wrote my file?" Johnny asked, wondering what that meant.

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    • "Miller has files on everyone, especially people like you." The Redhead shrugged.

      "I used to do it for Naomi but I do it for both her and Miller now."

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    • "Yeah."  Josey said, fixing his hat.


      Tanner did not look to be well.  He was unconscious, for starters, half his face bandaged, the other half swollen.  His left leg was suspended, as was his right arm, both wrapped in casts.  He was shirtless from the waist up, layered in bandages, his lower body tucked beneath bedsheets.  A heart monitor beat steadily next to his bed, a breathing tube down his throat.

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    • "Not too boring I hope." Johnny winked.

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    • "Thank God." Naomi sighed, stepping away from the water.

      "Things okay?"

      -

      "There's an air of mystery to it." Kayleigh agreed, with a shrug.

      "Given that I only had a few observations, that were immediate from Reno."

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    • "Not all that surprised..." Johnny said as he stretched his neck, spying a glance at Tanner. He still hadn't woken up.

      "You barely know me."

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    • "Could rectify that." Kayleigh offered, with a shrug.

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    • "Well, what do you want to know?" Angel presented Kayleigh with his handsome bad boy smirk. She wasn't his type but that wasn't important. Plus she smelled like dog.

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    • "Basic Biography would be nice." Kayleigh shrugged.

      "Plans for the future, special cabilities... That stuff?"

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    • "I'm very good in bed. Does that count?" Johnny candidly revealed.

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    • Psychomantis108 wrote:
      "Thank God." Naomi sighed, stepping away from the water.

      "Things okay?"

      "Why wouldn't they be?"  Josey asked, confused.  With a glance at his pip-boy, he set off in the direction of the Armor-King.

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    • "I dunno, I could be surprised." Naomi shrugged.

      "Could be toughing out a nasty gutshot wound for all know."

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      "I'd need to verify that, with one of your past associates." Kayleigh shrugged.

      "Claims like that always turn out to be hearsay."

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    • "Walked away from a plane crash."  Josey pointed out.  "Don't got power armor or mutant powers neither."


      Cable appeared in the doorway to Tanner's room, sucking Nuka-Cola noisly out of a straw.  He froze when he saw Kayleigh and Johnny squaring it off.

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    • "Heh, weirder things have happened to me at this point." The Sole Survivor admitted, with a shrug,

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      "Oh... Hey Cable." Kayleigh said, soft as ever.

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    • "Say'n that I'm already surprised to be alive."


      Cable gulped down a mouthful of soda.

      "Yo."

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    • "Yeah, I think you've had more causes of death, than any of us." Naomi admitted.

      "Yet you're still upright..."

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      "Have you heard from Cheyenne yet?" She asked, finding herself concerned.

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    • Johnny Angel just listened attentively.

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    • "More luck than anything else."  Josey said.  "Don't think I'm particularly special."


      "Nope."  Cable said, although he hadn't been aware that was his job.  "I've just been hanging out in here, keeping an eye on the boss."

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    • If Cable was all he would have to deal with, then Johnny was quite safe in his assumption he could kill Tanner the moment he was alone with the guy.

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    • "Something's up with you... Something divine." Naomi shrugged, thinking on it.

      "I wish we still had our sight-gal... She'd see right into your soul."

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      "He's lucky to have you." Kayleigh admitted, looking over his bed.

      "You had any sleep?"

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    • "Sight-gal?" Tyrus asked. 

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    • Josey spat out a surprised laugh.

      "Divine?  What, like, religion?"


      "Er, yeah."  Cable said, wondering why Kayleigh was so concerned for him.  Maybe it was because Shanks was gone.  She'd had the old dog and now she wanted the young buck.  No-- that was stupid and super gross.  Why'd he even think that?

      "The soldiers watch him at other times."

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    • "Yeah, you got some sort of God looking out for you... How else do you survive a bullet to the head and brain extraction?" Naomi asked, with a shrug.

      "Sight-gal?" Tyrus asked. 

      "Oh... She can see the future and... stuff. I didn't believe it but she's really accurate, so..."

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    • "Good." Kayleigh nodded, with a faint smile.

      "It's... A trap that you can fall into, when you're bedside... It's happened to me, several times."

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    • Josey did not believe he had any sort of God looking out for him.  If he did, it was a particularly depraved and evil God who enjoyed watching him suffer.


      "He'll get better."  Cable said, confident in that.  "That the thing about the boss.  Even when he loses, he wins."

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    • "A lot of ours are like that." Kayleigh said, with a faint smile.

      "Honestly, reading your dossiers? It was like a bunch of submissions for a new comic book series."

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    • "Dossiers?"  Cable repeated.  "Like... reports on us?"

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    • "Yeah... More or like profiles." Kayleigh corrected, with a shrug.

      "Even you had one."

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    • Johnny assumed comic books were those funny ones with the pictures from before the war. Still, to hear Cable say that even when Tanner loses he wins, that was pretty funny to him.

      Cable was a moron. Good.

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    • "That's cool."  Cable said.  "I mean, some of the stuff we did didn't seem particularly noteworthy at the time, but I guess looking back on it was pretty epic."

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    • "Heh... Such is the way, out there." Kayleigh said, crossing her legs over.

      "I'm kind of saddened to see that you were sidelined but... given Shrike's record, it's probably for the best."

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    • "It's not like I'd be able to do particularly much."  Cade admitted with a shrug.  "Power armor only goes so far.  Besides I'm, like, the last Causer.  Got to keep the dream alive and all."

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    • Seeing that despite Tanner's otherwise critical condition his room seemed to be open to the public, Evangeline headed on inside after having spent the majority of her time just waiting for a doctor to give her the all-clear. It seemed all her waiting had been for nothing.

      Inside Tanner's room she found Tanner still in bed. Johnny Angel was present for whatever reason. No doubt up to no good. Cable was there. And Kayleigh...

      Of course she would be here, she figured. She was the one Tanner had always wanted after all.

      "H-has he ... said anything yet?" she asked from the door opening.

      Her blind eyes had been tinted with red from all the crying, and she had dark rings around her sockets due to her lack of sleep.

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    • "Not a word." Johnny said to her with a concerned smile.

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    • Cable glanced back.  He had encountered Eva mainly times over the past few days.  None of those encounters had left him with a particularly warm feeling.  Instead he always came away oddly guilty.

      "He's not even woken up."  Cable said.

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    • She warily approached and sat down next to the hospital bed by Tanner's side, looking him over with a distraught expression. She felt responsible somehow. Even though nothing could have prepared them for Shrike's attack, she felt responsible. She had seen how confused and distracted Tanner had become once she had come clean to him. It had taken him completely off-guard. Maybe if she had just decided to keep quiet, things would have been different for him? He would have been alert and maybe been able to hold his own against Shrike. 

      Now he had lost an eye and his life was hanging on a thread. And she felt it as if it was all because of her.

      "I am sorry", she wheezed, fully aware that he wasn't even conscious to hear her. "I am so sorry."

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    • "It wasn't you." Kayleigh said, sounding dead sure of that.

      "You know that it was her."

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    • Tanner did not respond, obviously.  His hair was matted with sweat and hung haphazardly across his face, not pushed back like he usually wore it.

      "Yeah!"  Cable agreed with Kayleigh.  "He'll be back in fighting shape in no time."

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    • "I'm sure he's eager to get back at Shrike, at the very least." Kayleigh pointed out, with a shrug.

      "I wouldn't worry."

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    • Even with her synthetic lenses glitching out Evangeline could discern Tanner's form where he was lying in bed, one eye bandaged up. More static noise occured up until the point where she decided to put the lenses out again, returning her sight to the blindness.

      "He just looks so ... weak", she lamented. "I only wish that there was something I could do to aid his recovery."

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    • The last Causer grew awkward when Eva said that, and seemed to want to hold in his thought, but couldn't.

      "I had an idea."  Cable blurted out.

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    • Evangeline followed Cable's voice. "What's that?"

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    • "Well, I figure that Tanner would benefit from blood and plasma transfusions.  But, being a mutant, his genome's overwritten.  His blood type wouldn't be compatible with most other human's, so it'd be dangerous to give him a transfusion, not knowing what it'd do to him."  Cable explained, setting his drink down on the nearby counter so that he could talk with his hands.

      "Which gives me an idea--who is the one person alive that shares fifty percent of the exact same genetic make-up as Tanner currently does?"

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    • Evangeline was still too upset with the situation that it had made her both distracted and unfocused. She couldn't think of any other FEV-infected invidivuals in the group, at least none that she was aware of, and her expression seemed to tell Cable just so.

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    • "Tanner's son."  Cable supplied.

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    • Evangeline did not like where this was going, but if it meant saving Tanner's life she would bite. Was Cable suggesting that she would find Tanner's son? Bring him to his father from ... Pan?

      "Where would he be located?" she asked.

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    • Cable shrugged.

      "But Miller would know.  That was how he got the boss to come, by promising new information."

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    • Morgan chuckled. 

      "I'll...see what I can find.."

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      "Wilkes.." Harry yawned. "Y'ok?"

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    • "As well as I can be," Wilkes whispered.

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    • "Do ..." Evangeline glanced back at Tanner. "Do we have time to depart on such an undertaking?"

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    • Cable held up his arms.  "I don't know."

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    • Evangeline affectionately took Tanner's hand, feeling its weight in her own for a moment as she contemplated the decision. She ever so gently wiped his forehead from sweat, adjusting his fringe.

      "I don't want to leave him", she said with a dampened sigh. "But I feel as if I must. If it means saving his life."

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    • "I don't think he's going to die.  He's stable."  Cable said, concerned by Eva's words.  "Transfusions will just help him get better faster, so that his body doesn't need to make so much new blood."

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    • "It's not his condition that worries me",  she began, putting a couple of hairstrands to the side. "But that Shrike will come back and finish what she started. What if she attacks him while I am away?"

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    • "Do you need me to go find food?" She murmured, sleepily.

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    • "We can make do with the bits that are left in this camp," Wilkes assured her.

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    • Tyrus arched an eyebrow, but quickly dismissed his doubts. After fighting a demon creature and 2 different super-human monstrosities in Seattle last year, this was a tame suggestion.

      "Ah, God left this shit behind a long time ago," Rick scoffed. "If he's watchin' over somethin, he sure as shit ain't watchin' over us no more..."


      "Is Tanner still dead?" Brutus came barging into the room to check on Tanner. Six was right behind him. 

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    • "I can get the information, from Miller. Not sure how we'll get there." Kayleigh admitted, rising to her feet.

      "We'll need a bird, to make it quickly."

      "Is Tanner still dead?" Brutus came barging into the room to check on Tanner. Six was right behind him. 

      "No, we're going on a trip to make sure that doesn't happen." Kayleigh shrugged.

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    • "Mkie.." Harriot smiled.

      "You feel alright?"

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      Morgan chuckled. 

      "I'll...see what I can find.."

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      "Wilkes.." Harry yawned. "Y'ok?"

      "Well, I have a collection of Vault Suits. I like to keep them as Souvineers." The Regulator admitted.

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      "How do you know?" Naomi asked, glancing up at the sky.

      "Maybe this is his endgame. Just... Blow everything up and watch everyone react, with a big bucket of popcorn."

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    • "Slightly odd." Morgan pointed out.

      "Want me to wear one?"

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    • Denis chuckled.

      "Not especially. As I said, you can pull off anything."

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    • Morgan smiled at that.

      "Well....maybe if I'm in a better mood one day."

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    • "I wonder if Patomic Attire is still around? Could find you something nice for both you and Rook." Denis offered as they entered the workshop.

      "Banner's an ass but he knows his stuff."

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    • "Mm, we could go see one day.." Morgan agreed.

      "Something new to wear would be nice."

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    • "Hmm... Anything you think'd suit him?" Denis offered as he pulled up some materials. They were still being organized.

      "Some leathers or something?"

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    • Morgan nodded.

      "Definitely. It's what he wore before."

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    • Eilonwyn wrote: "Mkie.." Harriot smiled.

      "You feel alright?"

      "Bit faint," Wilkes admitted.

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    • Harriot frowned at that.

      "Ok. We can rest up here.."

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    • "It's not like I can really leave," Wilkes pointed out.

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    • Harriot nodded. She pushed herself up to take a look at the wound.

      "Hope it isn't infected..."

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    • "That doesn't go that fast," Wilkes assured her.

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    • "Maybe... but if that was a case, I think he did'a pretty poor fuckin' job of it, leavin' the worst'a the worst behind," Rick muttered.


      "Trip where?" Brutus frowned. "I have seen this before... in Legion, people who end up like this have head cut off. I do not like Legion, It is better to ease pain that way. How are you to fix this?"

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      Morgan nodded.

      "Definitely. It's what he wore before."

      "It's like when you line up a row of Dominoes... The best part is just knocking them all down." Naomi shrugged, looking over everything.

      "Except the Dominoes keep on wriggling."

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      "Oh? I've never seen him, so I just had to guess... Maybe something new for him then?" Denis offered, chipping away at the robot.

      "Anything you've always wanted to try? For... either of you?"

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      "We need his son." Kayleigh admitted, glancing over to Tanner.

      "His son has the same blood as his father, he can donate it... Assuming that we can find him and that his mother will allow it."

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    • "His son is close?" Brutus followed up. 


      Rick frowned underneath his mask. That was an extremely odd analogy, he thought. He also didn't think that God was a bloodthirsty asshole like that, but he didn't think it would do him any good to point that out.

      "Might need to get new Dominoes if they're wiggling around," He muttered. 

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    • "For a vertibird? Sure." She shrugged, glancing Tanner over.

      "He should hold out."

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      "Most likely the radiation." Naomi shrugged, stomping onward.

      "Moving Dominoes sounds like a cool gimick though..."

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    • "Nah... that's some devil shit," Rick spat. "I get enough of that with Duncan's fuckin' girlfriend..."

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    • "What, Duncan's girlfriend's a demon?" Naomi asked, not quite getting it.

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    • "She's somethin' alright. A fuckin' witch," Rick said. "Walks around, claiming to be death herself. She snapped her fingers and made me have a goddamn heart attack right there on the spot. Freaks me the hell out."

      Rick shook his head. "And I don't know what Duncan sees in her. Plenty'a broads out there who are hotter and aren't satan-worshipping fuck heads..."

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    • "I dunno, Rick. That sounds pretty hot to me." Noami shrugged, liking the sound of that.

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    • "She looks like a fuckin' corpse!" Rick spat

      "Leave them be, would you?" Tyrus sighed. "His romantic interests do not concern us."

      "When she starts trying to drag him off to hell, will it concern you then?"

      "She's not going to drag him to hell... that's not how she does things."

      "Sure, let's go with that... when she steals your soul in the middle of the night, don't come cryin' to me!" Rick said. 

      "I only I had a soul to steal," Tyrus said indifferently

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    • Johnny Angel liked this idea. It would mean he was practically alone with him. Anything could happen...

      "Had no idea the man was a father."

      Not that it changed anything. Only that perhaps Eva could realise Tanner was unobtainable, though with how she looked at him, he doubted she would.

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    • "He is, which is why it's important that you come as well." Kayleigh said, feigning her belief in him.

      "We need as much specialist help as we can get and you know enough about his... unique condition, that you can help explain the importance of this."

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    • "This guy?" Cable pointed at Johnny. What did Johnny know about other than being creepy.

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    • "Me? Do I look like a doctor?" Angel asked, looking quite surprised.

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    • "We don't need a doctor, we need a messenger boy. You've got a pretty mouth on you, which will do the job fine." Kayleigh shrugged.

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    • "You look like a pussy," Brutus spoke. He had learned that word from Grant before he passed on. He typically used it on men who looked like Johnny. Prissy, slicked hair, rounded face with no scars. Johnny fit this description quite well.

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    • Cable started laughing.

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    • "What do you need a messenger boy for?"

      "You look like a pussy," Brutus spoke

      "Ah, you're just jealous."

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    • "I am not jealous of not being itty, bitty, teeny tiny man!" Brutus huffed. The implication of this 10 foot tall behemoth wishing that he was as small and frail as Johnny was perhaps the worst insult that anyone could throw at him. 

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    • Cable's laugh tapered off and he held up his fist for Brutus to bump.

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    • "Well, if you're not coming with us, you're going in a holding cell. If you're as dangerous as Naomi thinks you are, then we could come back to anything, if we left you alone." She shrugged, kind of deciding to escalate a little.

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    • Brutus looked down at the fist held up to him. Grant had offered this gesture of gratitude to him sometimes, and he had to be taught what to do. Originally, he took it as a challenge and socked Grant in the stomach.

      He held up his hand and very slowly tapped it against Cable's fist, before awkwardly placing it back at his side. 

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    • Johnny had it on good authority that Super Mutants couldn't get it up anymore, assuming they were men. That made Brutus a bigger pussy than he could ever be.

      "That won't be necessary he sniffed." 

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    • "It only won't be necessary, if you come with us." Kayleigh shrugged.

      "Otherwise, you're a rogue element, who can't be trusted."

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    • Johnny thought that was hardly fair but he shrugged.

      "Alright then." He said before tossing his cigarette to the floor and stamping it out.

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    • "Thank you." Kayleigh shrugged, looking to the others.

      "Let's head out."

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    • Evangeline regarded the option for a moment before she made the decision to follow. She leaned over Tanner's bed, finding her way over to his forehead where she placed a small kiss.

      "Hang in there", she said softly. "I will not let you down."

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    • Morgan paused to think.

      "Hm...always wanted to see him in a proper suit.."

      -

      Harriot yawned and cuddled up gently.

      "Want me to wash it for you?"

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    • "It's fine," Wilkes murmured, giving her a kiss. "Don't need to fuss over me."

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    • "Oooh, something silk?" Denis Offered, liking the sound of that.

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    • "Yes I do.." Harriot murmured. "You need looking after.."

      -

      "Yeah. And maybe a silky red dress for me..." Morgan thought aloud.

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    • "Ooh... Man, that does sound good." Denis murmured, attatching something to the drone.

      He seemed to have a knack for working with Zetan tech.

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    • "We'd look pretty special." Morgan giggled, happily.

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    • "Yeah, like an old world romance flick." The Wanderer agreed, hammering some excess off.

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    • "I love that you're this fussy," Wilkes whispered. "But I just need to eat, honey."

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    • "Yeah I'll be here."  Cable said, rocking back and forth on his heels.  "I don't really want to get involved in this whole love triangle thing, it's not really my business."


      After some time spent walking they spotted something.  An old airplane runway, it looked, with an attached hanger.

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    • "I mean... He is your boss, his life kind of is your business but you do what's best for you." Kayleigh nodded.

      -

      Naomi stepped over, hoping to get a better view.

      "Woah... Love finding downed planes."

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    • "I have a Plan B if that doesn't work." Cable said.

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    • "Well are we going then?" Angel asked, he didn't want to waste one more second than needed on this charade.

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    • "Sure." Kayleigh shrugged, gesturing for the others to follow.

      "Off we go." She added before stepping out.

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    • "I suppose it'll be pointless to ask where exactly we're going then?" Johnny asked.

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    • "Pretty much, got to get those details before we go." Kayleigh admitted, with a shrug.

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    • "Wonderful." Johnny appeared content with being a sarcastic prick on this journey, at least in this moment.

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    • Evangeline followed, albeit she didn't really know what to make of the current situation. Here they were, two women who were both infatuated with the same man, off to visit his wife and child in order to save his life. What kind of cruel joke was this?

      And even when he was back at full health again, she knew that Kayleigh was the one he truly loved. He was married to Pan, loved Kayleigh, and she ... she was his friend. He had always regarded her as that, nothing more, nothing less. His reaction to her confession had told her as much. Yet she loved him. It hurt just thinking about it, but she was done crying.

      "Let's not waste any time", she said. "Let us go and find Miller."


      Daddy, daddy!

      Shanks snorted as he awoke from his deep slumber. "Shannon!" he slurred in his rude awakening, still half-asleep.

      The mutant had wandered off from the camp in the middle of the night to be by himself, as he was accustomed to. He couldn't really stand the company of others since his transformation. He found that pretty much everything annoyed him with other people. The sounds they made, their scents, their looks, albeit he reckoned that the latter was just repressed envy.

      This company was one of the worst though. Naomi was alright. He could rely on her. He didn't know jackshit about Tyrus to warrant an opinion, but both the ghoul and the cowboy wannabe irked him in the worst ways. An older, more unhinged and less experienced version of himself would have probably made mince-meat out of them both for so much as glancing at him the wrong way. But he was different these days ... sort of. Or at least that's what he told himself.

      He could take shit, just as much as he could dish it out. And he supposed that there was a status quo there. Neither the ghoul or the square dancer liked him, and he didn't like them, and yet they were stuck with each other.

      The worst possible fucking scenario ... he reflected with an annoyed grunt as he rose up from the tree under which he had slept.

      He could judge from the nearby scent that a wild coyote had been curiously sniffing at him during the night. At least they enjoyed his company. He snickered at the fantasy of replacing the current party with all the coyotes he had been hunting Boosin with, returning to Kayleigh and the rest of Brigade as the heroic leader of the pack.

      He cracked the stiff joints in his neck and set off back towards camp, having wandered one or two kilometers away to sleep out in the wilds. 

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    • "Just need to go to Miller's office, I can do the rest." Kayleigh shrugged.

      "I have access to everything, given that I wrote a lot of the records there."

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    • Evangeline just nodded. While she wished that she could talk to Kayleigh normally, she found herself in an awkward position. They both were, she reckoned.

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    • "Alright... Should be able to just slip in." Kayleigh whispered, drawing a key from her pocket.

      "Just cover me, in case Miller's out here."

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    • "I like your style," Angel admitted.

      He casually leaned against the wall, covering for her.

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    • Evangeline stood watch, but not literally since she had shut off her lenses. She instead had to rely on her hearing to tell if anyone other than those already present approached.

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    • Kayleigh opened the door and slipped inside, hopefully Miller wasn't in there or coming back, any time soon.

      She went straight for Tanner's file, to dig up this crucial bit of information.

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    • Morgan smiled brightly.

      "Heck, I think I'd just wear the dress now if I had one."

      -

      "Okay.." Harriot nodded. She was awfully worried.

      "If ya sure.."

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    • "I'm sure," Wilkes nodded.

      "Lost a lot of blood, I just need to replenish it."

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    • Harry smiled, certifiably reassured.

      "'Kay. I was scared."

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    • "I'm not dying just yet," Wilkes assured her.

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    • Harriot nodded.

      "Good. Dunno what I'd without ya."

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    • "Well, you won't have to think about that, either," Wilkes said.

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    • "I'm glad.." Harriot murmured, tiredly. She was beat after taking that guy down.

      "I'll...have to go get ya legs back."

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      Morgan smiled brightly.

      "Heck, I think I'd just wear the dress now if I had one."

      -

      "Okay.." Harriot nodded. She was awfully worried.

      "If ya sure.."

      "Shame we can't go to Boston and steal one of Naomi's." Denis shrugged, with a faint smirk.

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    • What constituted for Miller's office in this place was an apartment squirreled away in one of the back wings of the keep.  It was not locked and Miller was there.

      The set-up was more or less the same as his office back at the Warehouse, with his large wooden desk facing the door, filing cabinets, and neat stacks of paper.  Only, now it existed among the strange tedium of Renaissance decorations.

      He glanced up for only a moment as they entered, never pausing in his typing.

      "Ms. Carruthers. Ms. Winfield. How can I help you?"


      "Must be where that Armor King fella lives." Josey said. "Reckon he's got quite the supply, if he needs a hanger for it."

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    • Though Evangeline could not see Miller she could easily distinguish from where his voice was coming from. "We are curious about the location of Tanner's ... Tanner Collin's wife and child", she said. "We believe they could be beneficial for his swift recovery."


      Shanks sat down by a nearby stream and washed his face before eventually getting back to camp where the others were and had recently awoken from their slumber.

      "You lot look like Shrike's about to make an appearance in your breakfast cereal. We ready to get moving and get this done and over with?"

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    • "Well, yeah, I can't get them myself," Wilkes chuckled weakly.

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    • "Aye..." Morgan shrugged. "It's no big deal."

      -

      Harriot giggled quietly herself.

      "Yes. They'll be alright though."

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    • "We deemed it necessary and I do... did have access before" Kayleigh admitted, with a shrug.

      -

      "Eagerly." Naomi agreed with their reuinited canine friend.

      "Alright, lead on Josey."

      -

      "True... We'll find you one." Denis whispered, with a faint smile before reaching over for some lead.

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    • "Well. They're defective. But yeah."

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    • Morgan gave Denis a smile back, reaching for the same lead, to help.

      -

      "You know what I mean." Harriot chuckled. "Will you be ok while I get them?"

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    • "Still got... One bullet left," Wilkes supposed.

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    • "Thanks." Denis whispered before getting back to work on the bot.

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    • (Josey and everyone has already moved on and they're on a hill overlooking an airplane hanger)

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      Miller stopped typing and looked up at them.

      "Is this something you are certain you want to do?"  He asked without judgement.

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    • (Well, have Shanks be there anyway.)


      "No, not really, but there seems to be a way to save him via a blood donation", Evangeline said.

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    • "Yes." Kayleigh said, with a shrug.

      "We need Tanner, if we want to face Shrike. If Shrike attacks this base and he's in a coma? I don't think it'll end well."

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    • "Already here."  Josey lifted a hand at the airstrip


      "A blood transfusion won't bring him out of a coma."  Miller said.

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    • "It'll help." Kayleigh shrugged.

      "Doing nothing definitely won't."

      -

      "I meant we should get on with it." Naomi shrugged, stepping down.

      "Alright... If I were Armour King, where would I live?"

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    • "Anyone with a stupid name like Armour King is bound to live in a dumpster", Shanks scoffed.


      "We cannot just idly by", Evangeline insisted. "We need Tanner."

      She had been close to slip in "I need him", but the reason of their assignment got the better of her.

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    • "Or wear some weird ass headgear." Naomi offered, given how often that was the case.

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    • Miller nodded.

      "Are you familiar with Falling Water?"


      "Prolly at this airport."  Josey said, tiredly.

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    • "Yeah... Usually when Shanks is around in the Third Rail." Kayleigh offered, with a shrug.

      -

      "He'd better be... If not, he's making the distance. Sick of walking in this place." Naomi sighed.

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    • Evangeline really didn't want to make a mental image out of Kayleigh's quip. "Not really, no", she told Miller.


      Shanks just grunted in agreement.

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    • "It's a house, in former Pennsylvania."  Miller told them.  "It is where Mr. Collins elected to settle his family, before leaving them to go after Hades."

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    • "Oh... It's a place." Kayleigh shrugged, scratching her head.

      "We should head there then. Thank you."

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    • Evangeline turned her head to Kayleigh, expecting her to lead the way. "So exactly where in Pennsylvania is Falling Water located?"

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    • "Could you tell us, Miller? It'd save us some time, if you had a location..." She admitted, she could use a pipboy or a atlas, if she needed to but it would waste time.

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    • Miller smiled mirthlessly.

      "Southeastern of Pittsburgh.  It exists on top of the Bear Run river."

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    • "Are there even any Vertibirds capable of taking us there?" Evangeline said. "We do not want make ourselves more exposed to the enemy than we already are."

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    • "We'll find one." The Redhead assured her, with a nod.

      "Just give me a few minutes."

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    • "There is still the Devil 2."  Miller said.  "However, if you take that, there will be no vehicle left for the others here."

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    • "Is there any other way?" she asked Miller.

      Evangeline couldn't help but wonder at what would happen when Tanner woke up, and in a way she dreaded it more than Shrike. It was wearing her down being this anxious about the things that had not yet come to pass.

      Not to mention the trip itself would be ... interesting. It would be her and Kayleigh on their way to Pan. The situation was almost like tailor-made for for travesties to occur. The mentally unstable wife, the passionate mistress, and the blind unrequited love. 

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    • "Fort Lawton has some aircraft, managed by Seattle's AI."  Miller said.

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    • "How do we get there?"

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    • Angel was clicking his heels outside of Miller's office, waiting for the ladies.

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    • Miller returned to his work.

      "It is not a far walk."

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    • Morgan nodded in welcome..

      -

      "I could carry you there instead if you want?" Harriot asked. "Whe ya better."

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    • "You, carry me all those miles?" Wilkes said incredulously.

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    • "Are we ready then?" Johnny asked, poking his head in.

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    • "Well not carry carry." Harriot shrugged.

      "Just...assist you walk."

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    • "Well, we could, but... it'll take a long time," Wilkes said.

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    • "Ye I know.." Harriot smiled.

      "I don't mind so much."

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    • "Hmm," Wilkes considered.

      "We might be able to rest in this camp again, we should be able to reach it again before the day is over."

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    • "If you are up for the journey.." Harriot fretted.

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    • "I guess it's better than screwing everyone else over." Kayleigh admitted, with a shrug.

      "Sure, we'll go for that instead."

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    • "Hope I'm right about the others, getting back to us." The Regulator admitted, with a sigh.

      "They'll make me look a dick, if I'm wrong."

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    • "Nah, I know you are." Morgan nodded.

      "They're too tough to die now."

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    • "Stubborn would be my reason given but..." Denis chuckled.

      "You're right though."

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    • They climbed down the hill, towards the hanger.  The asphalt of the air strip was cracked and overgrown.  Notably, it was empty of any sign of aircraft or wreckage.  The airplane hanger in comparison was in good repair, the massive door drawn closed.

      They walked the length of it, kicking aside loose pieces of asphalt as they rounded to the front of the hanger.

      Josey frowned at it.  "How're we suppose to get inside?"

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    • Naomi scanned the nearby buildings, looking for any that could house this 'armour king.' She had no idea what to look for and was just looking for anything that could be a house of any kind.

      -

      "Pretty much... Got a bit of a walk, to take a vehicle out there but we can manage it." Kayleigh nodded.

      "Might want to put on some clothes for travelling, unless you're happy as you are."

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    • There were no nearby buildings, just this single hanger.  Beyond the cracked airstrip, were the rolling hills and badlands of the bland Montana wasteland.

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    • "Maybe there is like a hatch on the roof or something?" Shanks suggested. "Like, you know, to weather things out in case it gets too hot inside?"

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    • "Maybe," Wilkes said. "After I've eaten."

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    • "I'm ready as I'll ever be." Johnny told her.

      He turned to Eva.

      "You need someone to hold on it?"

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    • Evangeline didn't like to have to rely on help from Johnny. The man seemed foul, like there was always an ulterior motive to whatever he said and did. And she hadn't forgotten about him drugging Doris, or the strange burn marks she had personally received either. Something with him didn't add up.

      Nevertheless she would be lying to herself if she claimed that she didn't need help in order to support herself in her current condition.

      She just nodded.

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    • "Hold on to me. I'll take slower steps." Angel hooked his arm into her's and started leading her already.

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    • "Hmm... Miller'd better be right about this being a short trip." Kayleigh sighed, glancing back to Eva.

      She didn't want her tripping over a rock, along the way.

      -

      "Worth a look." Naomi nodded, scanning her pipboy for radiowaves.

      That was usually a clue.

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    • A voice suddenly came from the hanger door, out from a microphone mounted above it.

      "Customers?"  The man asked in faintly accented English, drawing the word out.


      They trekked back through the keep's halls.  The main gates were already open, inviting them out onto Mercer Island.

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    • "Yes" Naomi said, she didn't even have to lie...

      "We're here to see the Armour King?"

      -

      "Woah... This place makes Naomi's facility look like a crap hole." Kayleigh admitted, with a bit of a sigh.

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    • "She's got fancy digs then?" Angel asked as he brought Evangeline along.

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    • "Yep... Shiny, fancy ones. Has her own island, Vault... Town." Kayleigh admitted.

      "Has a bit of everything."

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    • "Hmmm, this is good."  The hanger door shook, and began to lift.  "You will be very pleased with the Armour King's selection.  Very pleased."

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    • "We hope so." Naomi admitted.

      "We've been travelling for days to get here."

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    • "Sounds like she has everything. What is she doing all the way out here? Or rather, out there." He waved in the direction of the wastes.

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      "Maybe," Wilkes said. "After I've eaten."

      "What'll we...eat?" Harriot asked.

      -

      Morgan smiled back at Denis. It was so easy to smile round him, she thought.

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    • "If Shrike comes for her, she'd be better off in a group of equally powerful people." Kayleigh shrugged.

      "It's mutually beneficial for us all to work together, is it not?"

      -

      "I suppose the two of us have that in common with the others, right?" Denis grinned, continuing to tinker.

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    • "And some of us are really tired of staring at hills and plains", Shanks filled in, hoping the people wouldn't draw weapons at him the first time they laid eyes on him.

      That was a habit it would take another century getting used to.

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    • "Why is that psycho bitch after you guys anyways?" Angel was very adament on making clear he was not in any way desiring to become part of a group beset upon by a homicidal witch. 

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    • "We're influencial... Well, my boss is. I just work for her and Shrike wouldn't likely attack me, unless I got in her way." Kayleigh admitted.

      "She wishes to destroy Josey and anyone remotely similar to him."

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    • Slowly, the interior of the hanger was revealed.

      Josey blinked.  "Whoa."

      The entirity of the hanger was filled with power armor.  Rows upon rows of empty frames.  Some of them were standard (T-51bs, X-01s)  but the vast of majority of them were customized.  Hundreds of custom made, specially designed suits, extending all the way back to the rear wall of the hanger.  Bright, overhead electric lighting illuminated the length of it.

      From between the rows, a large armoured figure emerged.  His armor was painted bright red, smoothed and curved like an egg shell.  His helmet, shaped like the head of a hammerhead shark, had a dark visor at the center that ocassionally flashed with a blue light.  The suit was massive, each of the limbs as thick around as a tree trunk, and ten feet tall.  The ground faintly shook when he walked.

      He approached until he was tomorrowing over them.  He spoke clearly, his microphone working without static, his accent still offbeat.

      "The Armour King welcomes you.  I am he.  I have many fabulous armors I would like to interest you with."

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    • Morgan nodded, absent mindedly.

      "That is definitely true."

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    • "She damaged the connectivity to my lenses", Evangeline lamented.


      Shanks had never been a fan of Power Armors, even less so now with his canine form. There were none that fit him. But even before the Great War he had found them to clumsy, heavy, and clunky, for his taste. He wanted to feel unrestrained whilst fighting, as if nothing held him back.

      "So ... what's the deal here?"

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    • "Is there no way to repair that?" Angel asked.

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    • "You almost have as many as I do." Naomi observed, looking around.

      "In better condition too!"

      -

      "Alright, I believe that this should be all set..." Denis observed.

      "You should be able to attatch robco, General Atomics and alien parts to it now."

      -

      "It's not technology that any of us are familiar with. We'd probably do more harm than good, if we tried." Kayleigh answered.

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    • "Not unless they have a skilled surgeon here. Or a technician. Or better up someone who is both."

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    • "Alright, nice." Morgan grinned.

      "Appreciate this you know."

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    • The Armour King froze, visor settling on Naomi.

      "You... have more armors... than the Armour King?"

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    • "Should do." Denis grinned, rolling his shoulder back.

      "Never done this for anyone else, y'know?"

      -

      "Mmhmm." Naomi admitted.

      "Raided a Brotherhood of Steel Airship... Going ten years ago now? It had crashed, in our territory, so we salvaged what we could. Got enough frames, armour pieces and cores to equip a small army. Then there's the raider stuff, that we managed to find out there... I'm neck deep in Power Armour related stuff. You, however, do a much better job of fine tuning it than my people seem to."

      She paused rolling back her shoulder and turning over the white X-01 suit's arm.

      "This suits my baby, more or less... My own personal set."

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    • "I think you can count the people who possess both those skills on one hand." Johnny shrugged. He wished he could help her though.

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    • The visor watched her for a moment.

      "Your armor is not as good as the Armour King's."  He decided, looking over at Shanks.

      "And this.  This is a dog-man."

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    • "Quite observant", Shanks said with an unamused frown.


      "If we had access to a Pip-Boy or the like, I could maybe call in a favor from any follower of my order who might happen to be in the vicinity of where we are going", Evangeline said.

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    • "I doubt that. "Morgan smirked.

      "Highly."

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    • Naomi was hurt, her baby had just been entered into a beauty padgent and got the 'at least you tried' award.

      -

      "Here." Kayleigh shrugged, rolling up her sleeve to reveal a pipboy 3000 mark 4.

      "Standard issue in Vault 88."

      -

      "It's those eyes, I can't resist." Denis admitted, with a sigh.

      "That and Lucy West probably wouldn't know what to do with it so... No one else could really appreciate it, like you would."

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    • "I could never stand the things. Ever smelled your wrist after wearing one for a long time? The stench of dead flesh." Angel said, upon seeing the pipboy around her wrist.

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    • "It's beyond worth it." Kayleigh shrugged.

      "I love the little game, with the blocks. Dunno what I'd do without it."

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    • "Hmm...my eyes huh?" Morgan smirked. 

      "Well, you're right. I do understand. Can't wait to use it."

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    • "Those games, they're not good for you, you know that right?" Angel smiled.

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    • "I... I have my own", Evangeline said sheepishly, waving her wrist around for them to see. "Problem is that I can't type the coordinates blind, and the coordinates ... well, they are for my eyes only. Figuratively speaking."

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    • "Shit..." Denis sighed.

      "Well erm... That's technically accurate now, right?"

      -

      "What? They radioactive or something?" Kayleigh asked, not having a clue what he was on about.

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    • "Pretty much everything is these days. I wouldn't worry about it." Angel enjoyed his own joke in the comfort of his own head. Kayleigh wouldn't get it.

      "Besides, you better help your friend then." Nodding at Eva.

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    • Kayleigh had no idea how to proceed with that.

      "So... You want me to fill them in, while you whisper them to me or...?" Kayleigh asked, having no idea what the hell she was asking for.

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    • "Ya.." Morgan shrugged.

      "We'll get a laser beam in there one day."

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    • "Hopefully." Denis grinned, leaning on the bot.

      "Just hope you don't... sneeze and burn a hole through my head."

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    • "You'd enjoy it somehow." She grinned. 

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    • "Well, it might match my other one." Denis shrugged, tapping the scar in his hairline.

      "I can collect the set or something."

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    • Evangeline didn't want to say that she didn't trust Kayleigh, because she did. It was more of the principle that it was better for Kayleigh to remain unaware of the Order of Salem's contacts. If other outside forces knew that Kayleigh sat upon such information they could make her share it, with the help of violence. And Evangeline didn't want that.

      "Guess there is no helping it in this case", she moped. 

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    • "I can do requests." Morgan offered, cheekily. "Scar you wherever you want."

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    • "They had some dried meat lying around here, right?" Wilkes said.

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    • "Mmm... Don't make me look like Naomi. I'm too pretty for that." Denis pouted.

      "Mostly kept my face in tact, over the years."

      -

      "I doubt I'll do a good job of holding onto the info anyway... Coordinates aren't my thing." Kayleigh admitted.

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    • "So many secrets..." Angel sighed.

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    • "Mm, I think so...lemme go rummage.." Harriot decided.

      -

      "Alright. I won't make you look super ugly." Morgan giggled.

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    • "Who said our armor ain't good?" Rick folded his arms. "I think our armor is pretty out-fuckin-standing, pal. Salvator issued..."

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    • "I'll be waiting," Wilkes said wryly.

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    • Since nobody was doing anything Johnny Angel decided to take the initiatve

      "Time for a little trip."

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    • "I'm just scrounging round here..." Harriot shrugged. "You'll get a good view at least."

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    • "Hmph!" Brutus said, hopping onto the vertibird and ignorning the stupid man's bad attempt at comedy.

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    • "Why's he coming with?" Angel protested at the sudden sight of Brutus inviting himself.

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    • Naomi, for once, agreed with Rick.

      -

      "You do have a heart." Denis grinned, letting the drone role forward.

      "Okay... You might as well take this. It's a copy of the drone chip, that we carry so that they don't attack us."

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    • "We needed a pretty one, he was our best candidate." Kayleigh mumbled as she continued to enter coordinates.

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    • That did nothing to Angel's self-esteem. He suspected this woman fucked dogs due to her smell. And he didn't really care for the preferred aesthetics of a woman who has sexual intercourse with canines.

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    • Kayleigh would've reckoned that sleeping with dogs would make Johnny feel like he had more of a shot... Guess she was wrong.

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    • "Sweet." Morgan cheered.

      "I do like the idea of not getting attacked for once."

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    • "Hmm... I doubt anything could attack you." Denis shrugged.

      "I couldn't bring myself to do it."

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    • "Oh, I'm not complaining," Wilkes smirked.

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    • "Shrike clearly can though." Morgan pointed out. "Mister Fingers too."

      -

      Harriot bent over, giving Wilkes a right eyeful.

      "Hmm...guess you could eat the guys we killed?"

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    • "Exactly, takes some freak of nature to even consider the notion." Denis shrugged.

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    • "Ugh, don't even say that," Wilkes groaned.

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    • "Onwards then." Angel said, leading Eva through what was once of the city of Seattle. "You're not missing much, he assured her."

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    • Once the coordinates were in place, Evangeline hoped she would get a signal.

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    • "One of ems been cooked already..." She offered, jokingly. "Nah lemme see if there is meat on them.."

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      "Hamilton shot me too." Morgan sighed. "He's a freak as well."

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    • "See, only a monster could do it." Denis pointed out.

      "Man... You end up running into the worst kinds of people, huh?"

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    • "You do that," Wilkes nodded, lying back again as that nod had made him a little dizzy.

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    • They reached the bridge that led from Mercer Island back onto the mainland.    They followed the shore of Lake Washington south, the grasslands to their east, the road ahead of them.  They passed through Renton in Beacon Hull.  They walked among the ruined, shattered giants of Seattle.  They passed beneath South Tower, the forner headquarters of the Cause.  It stood more ruinous than most, having suffering a direct assault by the Brotherhood of Steel during the Battle for Seattle.

      The sky was overcast this day, and stiff wind tore down the street, amplified by the buildings as if they were in one, massive corridor.


      The Armor King inspected Rick.  He reached out with one cannon-like finger and poked the ghoul in the mask.

      "Your armor is also bad.  Worse than her's.  You should trade with the Armour King for some of his most amazing armors."

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    • "It's been remarkably safe so far." Angel pointed out. Little in the way of mutants and raiders.

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    • "Wilkes...here.." Harriot whispered, offering some dried meat.

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      Morgan sighed in agreement. 

      "They are both monsters."

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    • "Thanks," Wilkes said, stuffing it in his mouth and tearing off a part.

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    • "Do you feel up to walking because I can...wait around if you want."

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    • "Just... give me a minute, to get some strength back," Wilkes said.

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    • Harry nodded, softly.

      "Sure." She looked at his face.

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    • "I bet I'm looking like a right mess, huh," Wilkes smiled.

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    • "Nah, just human." Harriot smiled back.

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    • "This is one exhausted human," Wilkes sighed.

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    • Rick just stared forward, the souless lens of his mask locked firmly on the armored king.

      "If you touch me again, I'm gonna break every goddamn finger off and make a fucking necklace out of 'em," Rick said calmly. 

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    • "That would be a mistake."  The Armour King said.  "Now maybe you are thinking, 'I should kill Armour King so I can take all his great armour.'  I don't recommend this action, however."

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    • Once Evangeline had gotten the help required with the coordinates she managed to get into contact with the Order, albeit the signal was very weak and the quality of the transmissions was less than stellar.

      "Hello...?" a raspy voice said on the other end through the static. "Who is this? State your number."

      "999", Evangeline said.

      "Eva? Little Eva? Is that you? Haven't heard from you in a while."

      Jacob Sprenger was one of the few ghoul members of the Order, and according to Minerva he had been one of the original founders, though he had dismissed that claim entirely. He served as the Order's weaponsmith, having been a technician and inventor in the Vault he grew up in. He had helped to install her lenses, but unlike other members of the Order he had confined himself to the hidden headquarters back in Salem, preferring to stay put. 

      No one could really blame him. If the Order lost Jacob due to recklessness or accidents while out on assignments, they would have lost not only a very loyal friend, but also a most valuable asset.

      "Yes, it's me. There has been some ... trouble here."

      "Trouble?" Jacob said askingly through the static. "What kind of trouble?"

      "It's my eyes. I ... I was kicked in the head. And the lenses are now acting up. When I turn them on, all I see is noise and static, and error logs."

      "You poor thing", Jacob lamented. "But you know I can't really just up and leave Salem, not even for you, sweetie. No matter how much I would like to."

      "I know", Evangeline sighed. "That's why I am asking if you know any ... people of similar skills present in Pennsylvania? That's where I am currently headed."

      "Pennsylvania, eh? Let me see." There was the ruffling of papers in the background through all the radio noise. "Yeah, I know I guy there. Exactly where in Pennsylvania are you headed?"

      "Falling Water is the name of the place."

      "Hmm... It would seem you are in luck, sweetheart. Guy I know lives just on the outskirts of The Pitt. Not exactly the friendliest of fellows, but he knows his way around high-end technology. Former Institute and whatnot. Shouldn't be a problem for him. I reckon that there are some connectivity issues you are having, so he will have that sorted out in no time."

      "Wouldn't that require ... that he performs a surgery?" Evangeline asked anxiously.

      "That it would", the ghoul confirmed. "But you are one tough cookie, Eva. Nothing you can't handle. Might hurt, and it might not. What matters is that you get those blinkers of yours up and fixed, sort your assignment out, and get back home safely. I'll let him know that you are coming and will send him the fee."

      "Thanks, Jacob. Also ..." She glanced over her shoulder, not really wanting Johnny or Kayleigh to be listening in. "Say hi to mama and papa for me, would you? Tell them that they don't need to worry and that I will be back home eventually."

      Jacob chuckled. "That I will. You take care now, sweetie. Don't let the baddiest get you. Seriously."

      The transmission then ended with even more static. They were after all far far away from Salem. It was a technological wonder the signal even held up as well as it did.

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      "This is one exhausted human," Wilkes sighed.

      "Well I am one too..." Harriot chuckled, softly.

      "Feel so rough."

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    • "Were they to try it, I'd stick my bayonet in the base of their skulls." Naomi shrugged.

      "We're here to trade, not rob. Anyone who had any different ideas... Not what I've signed on for."

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      "It'd better stay that way." Kayleigh sighed.

      "Wish we had one of the erm... more seasoned members of the brigade."

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    • "The wonders of modern communication." Angel commented on Eva's little talk with this "Jacob"

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    • "It's why I hunt them." Denis admitted, with a shrug.

      "Their kind... Can't tolerate them. It's why I didn't got to Reno."

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    • "You are a smart lady."  The Armour King said, stepping around, clomping down the main aisle between the rows of armors.  He waved one tree trunk arm, servos whirring, gesturing for them to follow.  "The Armour King hears you want to trade.  What do you have to offer?"

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    • "He was always kind to me as a girl. He gave me these", Evangeline said, touching the side of her right eye.

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    • "Just like that?" Angel asked, not believing anyone would give such advanced tech for free.

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    • "What do you take?" Noami asked, raising an eyebrow, which couldn't really be seen under her hemet.

      "Currency's probably a no-go out here, right?"

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    • "Just like that", Evangeline confirmed. "He spent an entire year learning Institute technology just to be able to perform the surgery."


      "I am guessing he doesn't take pay in Devil Snacks", Shanks murmured.

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    • "Getting cut and bled dry sure has taken the fun out of camping," Wilkes said. "I'd kill for a bed to rest in."

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    • "Maybe theres a town nearby?" Harriot pulled up the map and shuffled close to Wilkes to look at it together.

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      "Aye. All monsters need hunting.." Morgan sighed.

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    • "Yeah... I care most about the ones that look like people. Paul takes care of the rest." Denis admitted, with a shrug.

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    • "Nope..." Wilkes sighed. "Only 'Hell'."

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    • "A good team that." Morgan pointed out.

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      "Maybe it's only named that to...scare people off?"

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    • "Sounds like one hell of a friend." Johnny Angel said with little sarcasm or glibness in his voice. He was sincere there. And perhaps a tad jealous. 

      Trustworthy people were as rare as gold dust as far as he was concerned. Not that he really blamed anyone. He himself was anything but trustworthy.

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    • "I strongly doubt that," Wilkes said. "The rest of this dump hasn't been particularly kind either. But regardless, it's in our way."

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    • "Then I guess we are going through hell to get out.." Harriot sighed.

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    • "I'd like to think so." Denis chuckled, faintly.

      "I knew a supermutant... He could probably do the job."

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      "Hmm... I imagine that the Institute could be even more helpful to you, now that it's ours and opperational." Kayleigh admitted, with a shrug.

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    • Johnny led Eva, and by extension Kayleigh and Brutus on through the city

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    • "I don't know any super mutants bar Brutus.." Morgan admitted. "And Paul."

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    • "Not sure if Paul counts..." Denis admitted.

      "In DC, it's extremely rare to find a supermutant, who is willing to speak to you."

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      Kayleigh continued to look around for any sign of their planes.

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    • "I don't know", Evangeline said hesitatingly.

      She still had a bad impression left by the memories of a different Institute.

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    • "Just peachy," Wilkes said.

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    • ".... We got an old guard dog for trade," Rick offered.


      Brutus kept to himself, cleaning his axe. He did not have to spend much time getting it cleaned off this time, however, which did not make him happy.

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    • "Or we can offer seven minutes of heaven with Rick here." Naomi shrugged, it was a bad offer but some people had weird kinks.

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      "Everyone, who worked there, is dead now." Kayleigh admitted.

      "If... Your concern was that it hadn't changed."

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    • ".... If you order now, I'd also willing to throw in the broad for free,"  Rick added.

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    • Angel hadn't really thought Kayleigh was the genocidal sort, but looks could be decieving he supposed. Without comment he continued on.

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