aaaaaaaagh_sky | Giddyup Buttercup Factory

It would be nice to say the sun was beating down from overhead, but it's not. Partly because a few minutes ago it was raining, and partly because, well, the door opens onto the factory interior. It's dark here, with the only light coming from Ellen's Pip-Boy, the side lamp on Ellen's helmet, and the occasional crack in the walls or chink in the ceiling.

It also smells here. This was never a well-ventilated place. Two hundred years of neglect have improved the cross-breezes somewhat, but only barely- and things have been living here for a while now that had no concept of sanitation or hygiene.

"I'm sorry about the smell. I can only imagine what it must be like on your side of the helmet," Ellen's muffled voice says.

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"Some things never change," Annabelle mutters. "If I had a dollar for every science experiment that I've had to kill..."

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~~Like war. War never changes.~~

Ellen runs one gauntleted hand over her face. "All I wanted was a robot pony," she mutters. "We're going to have to find this person, aren't we? I mean, Dr. Lesko wasn't a bad man, he was just awful about safe protocol, and he managed to get most of Greyditch killed. This person is doing something with feral ghouls and mutants on purpose and they're afraid their ghouls will come back and hurt them. That... doesn't sound healthy to me."

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"Probably, unless they've eaten him already," she replies with a shrug.

Pause.

"In which case I suppose we'll still have to try and find him, or at least what's left of him."

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"Maybe we can punch them in the stomach and get him back that way?" Ellen says, and then shakes her head. "Never mind. I can't believe I said that. Come on, let's go see what else we can find. And grab that horse leg over there, it looks like it might be almost intact."

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"I suspect he's already moved on," Annabelle says with a wry smile. Through the GI tract, that is.

The leg is grabbed and stowed.

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Ellen nods and keeps moving. There are gleams of parts in the darkness where her light flickers over this or that bit of junk, but the way she sees it, they need to find the scientist fir-

She stops, and looks back at the terminal.

"Annabelle," she says slowly, "considering what we've seen so far... do we have any chance of actually saving any of these people?"

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Annabelle shakes her head. "The people they were were gone before he ever got his hands on them," Annabelle says sadly.

"Death might be the only rescue we can give them."

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"Then... maybe we shouldn't waste our ammo and risk our skins any more than we have to," Ellen says. "An explosion's a pretty quick death, right? Bang, no more feeling anything ever?"

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"I should think so, what with the explosive being in their skulls," Annabelle agrees. "I doubt they have time to feel anything at all."

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Ellen is not going to bother laying any more of the bodies straight while they are here.

But she will be murmuring the words of the funeral prayers- and meaning them, all- as she moves over to the terminal and triggers the failsafe.

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Annabelle is solemn as the failsafe is triggered, although she doesn't speak or make any gestures.

She's put people out of their misery before. It's always hard, always.

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Ellen is silent for a while at the keyboard as distant beeps and explosions sound off throughout the building. When the horrible-smelling air is still and silent once more, she looks up.

"Come on. Let's go find whoever did this and see if he likes explosives so much now."

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Annabelle's smile at Ellen's words is vicious. "I like that plan."

She does not approve of people who do that sort of thing, period.

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Ellen nods.

The rest of the building unfolds around them as they go. Peeling walls give way to broken doors and closets full of long-evaporated cleaning supplies. Offices full of desks dotted with rusty toy horses, hallways no longer navigable because of collapsed ceilings or slumping walls, product testing areas where half the floor space is taken up by corroded scrap metal...

And at virtually every turn there's at least one headless corpse, whether one of the emaciated, already-rotted ghoul types or one of the mutants instead.

Ellen just keeps getting quieter.

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Annabelle moves to put a hand on Ellen's shoulder in an attempt at reassurance. An attempt to let Ellen know that she's not alone, and she's with someone who understands what she's going through.

"These people were already dead when you arrived," she says quietly. "You just made their remains stop moving."

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"I know," Ellen says quietly. "I know. I'm just remembering a Bible verse... "'For we know Him who said, "Vengeance is mine, I will repay". And again, "The Lord will judge His people".'" She shakes her head. "I don't want vengeance. I just want this person to stop. I've met plenty of ghouls and I've had supper with a greenskin who was nicer than most humans I've met. What if this person didn't just mess around with ferals, you know? What if one of these was Gob, or Uncle Leo?"

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Annabelle nods. "Vengeance is a dangerous thing to take up," she agrees. "But if he did do that, he definitely needs to be stopped."

She sighs, "Sometimes the only thing you can do for the victims is make sure the people who hurt them never get the chance to hurt anyone else ever again."

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"Dr. Braun was one thing," Ellen says. "He's trapped in his simulation for as long as the machines keep him alive. He can't end it and he can't get out. That's different. This?" She shakes her head and gestures to her plasma rifle. "This I can do something about. Come on."

There's no other signs of life on this floor. They take the first staircase up that they find; it leads to a door marked CEO OFFICES. The room beyond is two-leveled and empty, but on the mezzanine that marks the second level there is a door, and bluish flickering light spills out around it, flickering.

[And the mun needs to go to sleep as there is an athletic event waiting to happen tomorrow.]

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(No problem. Sleep well.)

"It sounds like karma bit him good and hard," Annabelle says with a wry smile.

She follows Ellen, peering carefully at the light spilling around the door.

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There's an ozone edge to the blood-soaked smell of foulness here; electricity's running fast and loose on the other side somewhere. Ellen glances at Annabelle.

"There's only so much factory. If this isn't where the experimenter is, I'm going to be very surprised."

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"Smells like someone's doing something," Annabelle replies, smelling the ozone.

"Why don't we pay him a visit," she says with a knife sharp smile.

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Ellen nods and reaches up to crack open the door.

The room beyond used to be a rather nice executive suite. It is no longer quite so nice. There are at least three Van de Graaf generators scattered around the room, and three or four ordinary portable generators, and a central computer terminal, and massive amounts of spotlighting everywhere trained on several operating tables occupied by ghouls who would be strapped down to hold them still if they didn't already happen to be dead. Something off to the left is snuffling and moaning out of sight, and to the right-

"Oh, I don't have time for you assholes," says the pink-haired, ponytailed woman in the labcoat and dirty Vault suit. There are more than a few unhealthy-looking lesions erupted on her face, particularly around the nose.

Oh, and she's carrying a rocket launcher.

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Well, she was carrying a rocket launcher. Annabelle takes aim at the weapon, and the force of her shot sends the rocket launcher flying back across the room.

"Oh, I think you've got time," she snarls at the woman in the lab coat. "Quite possibly the rest of your life, as a matter of fact."

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The woman snarls and turns to grab some wickedly sharp surgical implements off the nearest-

"Fire in the hole!!!!"

"Oh shit," says the woman, though it's pretty much drowned out by the coruscating blaze of seventeen fruit flavors and an unspecified strontium isotope.