Vault 15! (Wastelands Chapter 3)

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Where'd That 6th Toe Come From?
OCC- Ok, Welsh here- I am making some minor edits to Zoe's posts. And no Dwemer is not dead. Zoe, I think you are rushing ahead a bit here.

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The dawn came up with a different feel for our adventurers in Shady Sands.

The group gathered to leave for the V15 mission, and those who were not at the bar at the moment of the shooting got to receive the news.

Poor Morton. He had always been one of the most popular people in town.

Morton had been Shady Sands bartender for a long time, and most any traveler or mercenary who came through had known, or borrowed caps from, Mort at one time or another.

In the morning, the people of Shady Sands buried Morton in the part of Shady Sands that was used as a cemetary. Funerals were fast least the body begin to emit an odor and attract scavengers. Shady Sands dogs were known to be stubborn in their ambition to extract any viable meal.

Introductions were made, of the newcomers to the group.

Minutes after, the group took their baggage to leave towards v 15.

Inne was quiet, she had a lot in her mind. She hated losing people. The bartender she had known for long time, but heck, he was becoming a friend, he had poured her many a drink for free and even had heard her tales of woe over Ian. She could still remember his counsel. "Ian is a pussy, dump him." Maybe he was right.


Fuck this is why one should not get attached to anyone! Inne thought.

And yet there was Carib, side by side with the other new friends, at the funeral. And yet there was Ian to be saved from the raiders.
Inne sighed. She could not help the dead, but still there were many things she could do for the living.

Inne waited outside the bar, with her gear ready in her backpack, her backpack on the floor of the bars varanda. As soon as everybody of the group was ready to go, they would leave. For a moment, she was just contemplating the day.

(OOC: Ok this is the opening post. Feel free to close the night before at the other thread, and then to post your first actions of the new day in this one. As soon as everybody posts here, the group will move in the new adventure)
 
OCC- Zoe, thou shalt not kill a major character -least not one of a player who posts regularly- without telling the player.

No problems. I will make some fixes to Zoe's post to get us started.

IC-

Dwemer was still a bit stunned and dizzy during the funeral and could barely recollect what had happened. He remembered blocking the attack of the buzzing saw with the chair. He remembered rolling to the ground and going for his gun. THen he remembered his arm getting hit, something stunning him, and then waking up to see Rich, Vedpose and Zeke checking on him, with Roadrunner watching.

His arm was still stunned and had little feeling, but he was more concerned with the Pipboy. Rich said that he had recieved a shock when the Pipboy had been damaged, but the Pipboy had saved his life. Dwemer had been reaching for his gun when he had been hit by the assassin. But for the pipboy, the assassin would have drilled two holes through Dwemer's heart.

Now Rich was trying his best to repair the damaged Pipboy, but it didn't look promising. Rich was also getting frustrated because the ghoul Daniel kept looking over Rich's shoulder saying. "No, that's n ot right. You need to tie those fuses together. No, not the blue wire, the red one? Where the hell did you learn electronics? Let me have it and I'll get the thing working. Hell, all the pipboys I've fixed." But Rich didn't seem to want to give the Pipboy up.

But there were other concerns. Morton had been a popular bartender, and neither Aradesh nor Seth cared for gunplay in town. That it had been a matter of self-defense did not explain why an assassin had come to town. For both Aradesh and Seth, it meant trouble and the best way to deal with trouble was running it out of town.

Caribe, Sam, and Inne had gone to discuss the matter with both Seth and Aradesh in the main room. Zeke and Vedpose had beed dragged in simply because they had been in the wrong place at the wrong time- guilt by coincidence. That was all the proof one needed in the wasteland.

And the assassin? He had disappeared. He had materialized as if out of thin air, and had disappeared as quickly. Who ever he was he had already left the town, and yet Dwemer couldn't but help feel that the assassin's dark eyes were watching, somewhere, unseen. The thought of it put a chill up Dwemer's spine.

There was an unknown enemy out there. One that wanted Dwemer, and probably Melvin, dead. And Dwemer didn't know the assassins identity or motivation.

Somewhere in Vault 15 were secrets waiting to be found.

OCC- ok, that should put us back on track. Aradesh and Seth will be pissed off about the gunplay in town. They might be bargained with, provided that our group of heroes perform another service- ie- the raiders and getting Ian and the other captured guards back.

Note that these raiders will be between Shady Sands and Vault 15.
 
Richard was doing his best to fix the Pipboy, but the constant interference from the ghoul wasn't helping much, not to mention his smell... Richard liked doing things his way, eventually, he'd get it to work.

"No, no, no, not like that! Use the secondary fuse! If I had seen such incompetence in my days I woul-" Daniel said.

"Leave me alone, I know what I'm doing, old man." Richard interrupted him. Richard wasn't prone to fits of anger, but the ghoul was pushing his buttons.

"Doesn't look like it from here." the ghoul replied.

"Arg, I've had it! I'm going to take a piss, you coming along to hold it for me, or what?" Richard cried out in despair.

The ghoul remained silent, mumbling something about the insolence of kids.

"Didn't think so..." Richard said as he stepped outside.

Richard went for a quick leak and then installed himself quietly at the main gate, to make sure the group didn't leave without him. Here in the shade, he sat, working on the Pipboy, that was slowly revealing it's secrets. Using the small diagnostic tool he always carried with him he succeeded in bringing the Pipboy back to life. He quickly pocketed his pliers and his utilityknife and went off to find Dwemer.

He found Dwemer standing outside, not far from Inne. Richard wondered how it had gone with the town meeting. He also noticed Melvin having a hard time saying goodbye to his main squeeze, or is getting rid of a better way to phrase it?

"Hey Dwemer, I got it to work again. It misses some buttons, there are wires sticking out, but it works. I salvaged and rewired what I could. To my surprise the batteries were still intact. Could've done a better job with better tools and spare parts, but hey, you've gotta cope with what you've got. I had to disable the extra buttons on the side, so you wont be able to play Atomic Bomberman on it anymore, sorry. But the essentials work." Richard said while handing Dwemer his Pipboy back.

Dwemer thanked him and started checking it out. He place it on his other arm, to allow his burns to heal.

Richard noticed the ghoul hanging around, eyeing him in contempt. Maybe the ghoul had meant well... Unfortunately, there is but a thin line between being helpful and being a wiseass.
 
Inne was waiting for the others. Seemed deep in thought.
Dwemer, right beside her, thanked Richard and perused a bit his pipboy.

"So, Inne, how was the meeting?" Richard asked, and sat near her. Richard was doing his best to ignore the ghoul that was still mumbling and walking in circles a few steps from there.

Inne raised her green eyes to Richard and moving to the side one strand of her red hair that insisted in falling over her forehead, she said:
"Not too good, Richard. Aye, it could have been worse."

"What do you mean? Richard asked and looked at Dwemer then back at her.

Aradesh is pissed. He is really angry, heck, I don't think i've seen him so angry since...
She remained silent for a moment, then added: Anyway, he said we disturbed peace in his town. He would rather have some people punished for what happened. Quick justice to a quick offense, but... We managed to make him think again and he decided on giving a chance for Zeke and Vedpose to make it up for their deed.

"Didn't think he would be glad with shooting and a death...Anyway what did he decide? He wants them to catch the murderer? " Richard said as the ghoul, that remained silent, approached a few feet and sat nearby, listening.

Well, that would be good. But since it will be hard, he wants them to at least get rid of the raiders as a proof of good will.
She said and stretched her arms. where are the others? she wondered.
That sounds good. After all we already wanted to go there and finish them, right?" Richard said. Dwemer nodded, and added:.
"What about vault 15?"

"don't worry, we go there as soon as we finish with the raiders. From what you said, it is possible that we find the mysterious shooter there. You know, I wish I was awake when that sob attacked. I would have taught him a lesson or two!"

"No doubt about that, sister!" Dwemer said, and Inne looked at him. He simply smiled, then added: "Damn, my wounds are still hurting!".

Richard noticed the ghoul hanging around, not eyeing him in contempt but looking at the other side. Then the ghoul approached and standing in front of them, said:

I will go with you.

Inne arched an eyebrow. You are?

"Kids, if anyone can help you about vaults and stuff, that is me."

Richard could anticipate a migraine. If that ghoul pain in the ass was to travel with them, it would be a long journey.
 
"Kids, back when I was a normie, I used to work for Vault-Tec. Dont remember specifcs, but I know it was technichal like whatever it was."
The ghould started to walk towards the town latrine, but his next twisted a half circle and he continued talking
"If anyone can help, it'll be me."
Dwemmer shudderd, 'That just isnt normal.'
 
When Sam amoke the next morning, she sat at the edge of the bed, the nitted brahmin skin blanket lay next to her her hip. She was adorned in her leather armor, the Colt .45 on the table top and she was massaging her hands.

It wasn't everyday you saw ghosts.

The ghost of her grand father had come to her with an ominious message. A mission.

Indian Blood.

Getting up, she walked to meet the rest of her friends. Last night there was a shoot out and the deep sleep had robbed Sam of the chance for some action. Then again, Carib and Inne had missed out as well.

Still, she wish she had been there.

****

Sam walked over to the group and saw a spry looking ghoul amongst the group. He was Daniell. She had known a few ghouls, though she had no love for them, then again, she didn't hate them either.

"Skinny coming with us?" Sam asked.
 
Roadrunner checked one card in her pack and flipped it over. A group of four heading down a deserted road, surrounded by ruin.

"The ancestor, Daniel, well be of great use. Since he knew the before-times." Roadrunner said, she looked to Sam, Roadrunner could detect some disturbence in her comrade. "Glad the Maiden of Steel is better. Though I sense trouble."

Sam scowled. "Jus' ease up on the fortune teller crap. I'm fine. I'm like this every morning."

Roadrunner smiled. "Yes, Mai-"

"Just Sam, okay," Sam retorted, "Just Sam... or Samantha."

Roadrunner gave Dwemer a nudge with her elbow and whispered in his ear, it was almost seductive, though that wasn't the intent. "I know how you feel about seeing an ancient one, but we must be nice. He holds the key to our success. So stay close. I will protect you." She gave a encouraging smile, one that made her appear so innocent, so young.
 
Rob who had tripped and fell back asleep as he went back into his house now awoke once again.

"oww........my head"Said Rob rubbing his head as he got up.

Rob got his things together and walked over to the group also noticeing Aradesh wasn't happy at all.

"hello there.........who are you?"Asked the ghoul

"none of your buisness"as he turned away from the ghoul"Damn i hate ghouls....."mumbled Rob to himself.
 
Zeke couldn't believe his luck. He had tried to help innocent people in a bar and ended up punished and sent on a suicide mission to kill a raider base. He thoughtfully kicked the dust and walked into his room for a nap. After a few hours of sleep he would address his problems, but now just isn't the time.
 
The night had not gone well for Vedpose. She spent nearly two hours being questioned by Seth before he finally let her go back to her room. She didn’t know what the hell had happened. All she knew was that the bartender was dead and that she had a ringing in ear from the blast of the barrel near her head. She thought she felt awful before when she only had the problem of getting spider guts off of her. She now had to deal with the ringing in her ear, being dirty, being tired, and of course that lovely possibility of execution in the morning. At least she could take care of the tired and dirty problems.

She headed back to her room took a long bath, washed her clothes, and left her robe to soak overnight in the hopes that she could get it clean. She then went to bed and fell asleep with in five minutes. If was to be her last night, she was going to remember what a good sleep felt like. When she awoke, she was called to a town meeting and funeral. Her robe had been fortunate enough to come clean and she hung it out to dry. The funeral was uneventful but the meeting was not. It had been decided that her and Zeke would have to accompany the rest of the people at the bar to kill some raiders and rescue any prisoners they might hold.

Normally they would have been sentenced to death, but a word was put in by someone who held some power in the village and their lives were spared on the condition they kill the raiders. Vedpose really didn’t have a problem with this. She was seeking to be the reaper to any raiders she encountered and this brought her the opportunity to wipe the slate clean. The problem she had was that she had dragged Zeke into this whole mess or at least that was the way she felt. She had chosen the path that had led her here. In her mind, Zeke had not. As she readied herself for the trip, Zeke came up to talk. For some reason, she felt like she was not a worthy to have a friend like him. He had already saved her life twice and all she had done was bring him into harms way.

“Looks like we dodged the ol’ bullet again, eh Ved?”

“Yea, I guess we did.” Ved’s eyes stayed focused her pistol at she was cleaning, not even glancing in Zeke’s direction.

“Zeke…………I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Bringing you into this.”

“So what I can’t chose where I go now? I came because I wanted to, not because forced me to. I do have mind of my own you know.”

“You’re right; you do have your own choice, but I just can’t help but feel that…..” [

Zeke cut in “Don’t, all right, I’m here because I want be, end of story.”

“Okay.”

The two continued talking about what they thought had happened the previous night and until Zeke left to gather his own gear. As they talked, Ved had noticed a man of African descent with a huge afro watching her. After their discussion was concluded, Ved went back into her room to fetch her robe. When she returned she found that the afro man was gone. She put her robe back on and almost immediately after she heard a voice.

“Damn mama, why the hell you coverin’ that body with a robe.”

“Who the hell are you!?”

“I’m doctor love supreme baby, and you look like you could use a prescription.”

*slightly irritated* “I don’t think so.”

“ Oh come on darling, you know you need it. Plus the doctor already paid your deductible.”

”Deductible? What are you talking about?”

“I was part of the group who helped get you off the hook.”

“Great that was really nice of you. Now, whatever your name is, PLEASE leave me alone.”

“Hey, the name’s Melvin. So are you and me and black python of Karma Sutra on for some lovin’ or what?”

“I don’t swing that way all right pal.”

“I can change that if you give it a try.”

There was a pause. “Okay, sure. Let’s do it right now. You, me, the black python, and,” Vedpose drew her pistol and pointed at Melvin’s groin, “my 10 mm friend.”

“WHOA!!! Crazy bitch get that thing away from there!!!” Ved kept her aim fixed. “Okay, okay, I get it. I’m gone.” Vedpose put weapon back and felt somewhat relieved to have gotten rid of that bastard. Of course, she was also worried that she may run into that pervert again and he seemed to be turned on by the whole gun thing. God, she hated the wastes.
 
Melvin went to sit next to Roadrunner and Sam, not wanting to talk about the new girl. What was it about these folks that made them so sexually uptight? Damn, like they got to guard their pussy least it get hocked. So few women knew, use or lose it. Still, there was always hope.

Katrina was still sleeping in her house when Melvin had left. He had missed the action of the night before, typical white folks shooting at each other. But they had taken a shot at his boy Brute, and one didn't mess with a nigga's brother. Someone had to get a hurtin.

"How's Katrina?" Asked Dwemer.

"I ought to get my dick bronzed." Said Melvin. "You ok?"

"Yeah."

"Muthafucka got no class that take a shot at ya after ya got wasted. Shit's not cool."

"Yeah." Agreed Dwemer. He didn't want to talk about it. It wasn't so much that there was an assassin after him, although everytime he thought of the assassin a cold chill went down his spine. For a moment Dwemer had seen the man, and knew what the man was, and it was as if every piece of his human tissue had revolted at the sight.

Dwemer got up and went to Zeke and Vedpose.

"Look," He said. "Sorry for this. I could tell you that I don't know the guy who took a shot at me, and you'd be right to think I was crazy, and perhaps I should fuck off. But I just wanted to say I was sorry about this. You had nothing to do with it."

"Ok, so fuck off then." Said Zeke.

"Done. Seth and Aradesh have forced you into this alliance. You can go your own way once we leave Shady Sands if you want. If we get back we won't speak ill of you."

Vedpose kicked dirt. She didn't seem impressed.

Roadrunner was flipping cards, but then she stopped. She looked at her three cards, dropped. A male gypsy, a winged valkerie, a dancing corpse. Then she dropped the last card and it all came togheter.

"The Pizza!" Said Roadrunner.

"What the fuck ya talking about?" Asked Melvin. "Ain't no fuckin Papa John's in this hood."

"No, we are compete. We can continue. The pizza is whole!" Said Roadrunner, who know stood up and showed each of them the card.

Vedpose looked at Zeke, "Is this the work of hallucingens."

Zeke shook his head. "This is nothin. Once I saw this guy and brahma...."

"No, no." Said Roadrunner standing before the two of them. "We are now a group. We are united. Now we can continue our quest."

"To kill the raiders?" Asked Inne.

"Yeah, them too. But we can go to Vault 15."

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While this was going on Caribe reached back into his pocket and retreived a piece of paper.

On it, he read.

Brother

It is not yet time to return to the Hub. The WM still suspect you of raiding their convoys and many of the caravans are very suspicious. People are pointing fingers to explain why caravans are disappearing, and of course, someone mentioned you. I need not mention who. The Merchants watch us. Be careful. There is a debt on your head, and death has been sent to collect it.

Caribe watched Roadrunner. So it was to the raiders and then Vault 15 then. So be it. Death will have to go hunting before it finds me.

Caribe lit a match and brought it to the paper, and watched as the fire destroyed the evidence of his brother's correspondence.

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At the HUB-

"5000 caps." Said the stranger. "Another 5000 when the job is done."

"And if I don't find him?" Said the bounty hunter.

"You are hired based on your record, Mr. D. You have never failed us or anyone else before. But should you wish to discontinue your contracted services, we have otherways to seek compensation for your breach."

The bounty hunter nodded. "Where do you think he is?"

"North of here." Said the stranger.

"Shady Sands? Junktown?"

The stranger only shrugged.

"Alright, why do you want him so badly?" Asked the bounty hunter. "You're paying a pretty penny for a man dead or alive."

"Dead, Mr. D. And we want proof. Ideally his head." Said the stranger. "He is a threat to our interests."

"Is this connected to the caravans?" Asked the bounty hunter, looking at the picture.

But the stranger only shrugged. He wasn't saying very much. Not much help that, but with a bounty of 10000 caps, the bounty hunter wasn't complaining.

"I might need more men." He said finally.

"That is your concern. We are only interested in results."

"When shall I go?" Asked the Bounty Hunter.

"Immediately."

The bounty hunter turned to his side, to put the caps in a box. Five thousand caps was a lot to carry. He would bank most of it in the Hub, and take 1000 for expenses. It was enough.

"Then I reckon I will get movin." Said the bounty hunter known as Mr. D. Mr. Death.

But the stranger and disappeared. There one moment, gone the next.

Strange, eerie fucker, that.

Water merchants were stranger characters. Hadn't seen this one before though. With all the caravans getting nabbed, no surprise the Water Merchants were worried.

One man taking out the caravans though? Doubtful.

The bounty hunter looked at the picture, not believing that the man he saw was responsible for entire caravans beening swept away pre-nuke memories. He doubted that this contract would set things right.

Still, a fool and his money were easily seperated.

But he pays well.

The bounty hunter looked at the picture. A black man, funny hair, had heard that he was working fro the nuke cola guys and that the man had retired from less scrupulous professions. His assistant had been watching the brother's house for a week already, anticipating this contract.

No matter, a contract was a contract. Sooner finished, sooner dead.

And Mr. D had no scruples against leaving Caribe's body behind when he took the head.

OCC-
Ok, Caribe, you have a new contract on your life by a mysterious stranger.
 
Rob walked into Caribes house as he burned the letter,Rob placed his hand on Caribes shoulder.Caribe only looked back and then back to the letter.

"if you go to the Hub,I will go with you,the others may have there own quest to do but I don't but I go back to the Hub knowing the Gunrunners will have my head for not finding the bandits up here in the north.We are brothers of the same cause,you just dont see it yet."

Caribe turned around and gave Rob a nod and a handsake of approval.Rob got his things and headed out the door.
 
Carib sighed. Ryan was taking a risk, a risk he hoped wouldn't endanger him. Remembering Ron's words, he sort of felt some comfort in the gunrunner's words of councilation.

Walking to the table, he reclaimed his Desert Eagle .44. He took a cloth and passed it along the nikel plated barrel and smiled. "C'mon old friend... we have work to do." He twirled it and slapped in his hip holster.

It was time to go. And yet, Carib felt fear. Fear that after Vault 15, after they dealt with the chip and probably would have to eventually head south, he'd be dragging them into his own past. What about Inne? Or Dwemer or Melvin?

Carib wasn't sure if he should tell them or not... but perhaps soon he'd give them a choice.

Maybe the wasteland wasn't a hollow, friendless place after all.


*****

Carib walked over to the group, his pace deadly and deliberate. The Street ganger that was the Nuka Cola man.

"So, we ready to roll?"
 
Zeke turned to face Carib. With a quick look at Vedpose, who nodded slightly, he answered a straight "yes".

Zeke turned to the assembled group of wanderers.

"I don't know about you guys, but I am rested and rearmed. Not to mention curious as to this vault 15."
 
"As am I..." Sam said from Vedpose's flank. "I am interested in this Vault 15 as well. Besides, its been a grand adventure... weird, but grand all the same."

She eyed the group. A real rag tag team. Rhombus would shake his head in shame if he were here now. But Sam didn't need her father to hold her hand. She was a paladin in her own right. She could hold her own in battle as well as deal with the outside world.

Besides, Sam had friends.
 
Vedpose wasn't sure what she felt about traveling with this group. Everyone seemed nice enough, except for Melvin who she wanted to shoot in the back of the head. But there was also a feeling of awkwardness in traveling with Sam after she had besically told her off the previsious night. In any case she to had interest in Vault 15, a feeling that the answers she sought might be there.
 
Melvin was watching Vedpose out of the corner of his eye. Some women got too much attitude. Perhaps my battle with the tentacle beast had escaped her attention.

"Boyakasha. Let's go then." Said Melvin. Actually Katrina had given him news that had made him look forward to leaving.

Dwemer also got up to go. The others followed.

Seth followed the group out. "Good thing there are lot of you cause there a lot of them. They got a fort about a day or two hike from here due east. Watch for their sentries."

"You're all heart Seth." Said Caribe.

"Yeah, well. Be careful. We want you to get our people back. Remember that. And ah... good luck."

Katrina had time to run out to the gate just as the group was passing. She caught up to Melvin and kissed him hard. "You be careful now. You got two waiting for you now."

"Yeah, yeah bitch. Don't crowd the man now." Said Melvin, trying to evade her hold.

As they pasted Katrina yelled. "I'll wait for you. I'll never leave this gate till you return."

Melvin shook his head, mumbling. "Yeah right. You be waitin there a long damn time."

Later, as Shady Sands disappeared behind them, Dwemer asked Melvin quietly. "What did she mean back there?"

"Mean? Shit, means the Doctor was in the house. Means the field had been fertilized. Mean the woman wants to tie be down before my life's work is over."

Inne couldn't help but ask, "And what life mission is that?"

"To spread the black children of Abraham and Moses across this parched land so that people of color might multiply and bring fruit again. As well as improve the musical score."

Sam looked back at Melvin. "What about Caribe?"

Melvin clapped Caribe on the back. "My brother Caribe's go to much attitude. Women need the sensitive touch, but Caribe, he needs a woman that can kick ass. Like you can't expect a pitbull to fuck a poodle, can ya? Shit no. Poodle goin' get his throat ripped up. What Caribe needs is a bitch with attitude."
 
Daiel almost smiled when he saw Melvin's problem.
'Heh, havent seen a father to be run that fast in ages.'
Daniel checked his shotgun, and made sure the barrels were loaded. While the left barrel had been bent, he had gotten one of the craftsmen in SHadySands to saw both barrels down leaving Daniel with a sawed off shotgun.
'Now my only problem is ammo.Only 40 rounds left.'
 
So he needed a woman with attitude. Someone with a thick skin. Someone... Like her?

Inne could not help but blush at Melvins words.
Then she looked to the sides, hoping nobody had noticed her blush, and imposed herself a nonchalantly attitude. But those words of the *blackbroda* would come again to her mind in a couple of other occasions later on.

The raider camp is not too far from here, we will be there soon. ANd yet we still have time to make our invading plan as we travel. Inne said, straight to the point as usual. It was good to have those new friends - and she felt she was growing, she was learning something from all those adventures.

She would still learn much more.
 
Richard frowned. Making a plan of attack before knowing what we're up against? Is it a tentcamp? An abandoned village? Does it have a protective wall around it? A fence? Any towers or higher ground that can be used against us? How many perimeter guards are there? How many raiders are there? What weapons do they have? Ok, as far as he knew, he was the only one with standard military training, but this was common sense. You might as well attack blindfolded...

"Madness." Richard mumbled.

apparently he wasn't the only one thinking along those lines. But Zeke was the first to speak up.

"We can't just attack or even make a plan of attack before we know what we are up against, girl. Maybe you know something we don't, but we know jack shit about that camp and the people in it. Heck you didn't even tell us what they name themselves!" Zeke said slightly irritated. He wasn't about to let himself get pulled into a mindless scheme.

"We need recon. Quick and quiet." Richard said as he mounted the silencers onto his pistols.
 
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