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aaaaaaaagh_skyWhether it was something in the look on her face or not Ellen never know, but Reilly took one look at her and sent her back to Rivet City in Donovan's company. Three people, she said, could clear mutant corpses just as well as four- and she figured Ellen could use the human company. Ellen would never admit it in Dogmeat's presence, but she was right.
She didn't have much time to think about it after that. Dad and the Rivet City scientists needed all the help they could get. Yes, there were people hanging about the marketplace in search of a few quick caps who were willing to help move, but she didn't feel right trusting everything to the labor of strangers. Alex Dargon, Dr.Li's chief assistant, muttered dark things about them. Then again, Alex muttered dark things about everyone. She asked him about that once as they worked, hoping for a little information. What she got was a snarl and a lecture on people who went waltzing off on their own without so much as an apology and then showed up again eighteen years later expecting to pick up everything just where they left off.And on their overbearing, swell-headed children who thought a little fame on the radio made up for inconveniencing not only established scientists, but an entire city. He was about to start on the manifest deficiencies of Ellen's mother's bloodline when a dark-haired fellow in overalls tapped him on the shoulder and said Dr. Li needed him immediately.
Ellen could've kissed him. He just laughed, and introduced himself as Dominic Garza, and said not to pay Alex any mind. Some people, Garza said, were only happy when they were miserable.
There was no time for Alex to complain after that. Reilly and her people had moved quite a few corpses out, but there were still others to clear. There were goo piles to scoop up and throw out as well, left by especially well-charged strikes from the plasma rifle. There were heaps of unsanitary things in this corner or that, left by the mutants in their time of occupation. And there was the detritus of years, the drift of dust and dirt and garbage that happened in any situation, mutants or no. All of it had to be cleared away, or at least shifted to a more convenient place, before the move could be completed. Ellen had entered the Memorial in the late afternoon. The Rangers had arrived by nightfall. Dad, Dr. Li, and the rest of the science crew had arrived a little after that. The worst of the cruft had been shifted by midnight; and sometime in the small hours of the morning, before even the first few pale glimmers of a still-sunken sun could be seen, Dad and Donovan together persuaded the first of the massive Project Purity generators to fire up, and given them all light.
There would be more in the morning. Dr. Li might be in need of a few hours' sleep, but two of Dr. Li's assistants- Janice and Anna, Ellen vaguely remembered their names were Janice and Anna- were willing to keep working at her father's side as long as he could stay upright. He patted Ellen on the shoulder when she asked if he needed more, and told her to go and get some rest. Tomorrow was going to be an even bigger day.
She didn't have much time to think about it after that. Dad and the Rivet City scientists needed all the help they could get. Yes, there were people hanging about the marketplace in search of a few quick caps who were willing to help move, but she didn't feel right trusting everything to the labor of strangers. Alex Dargon, Dr.Li's chief assistant, muttered dark things about them. Then again, Alex muttered dark things about everyone. She asked him about that once as they worked, hoping for a little information. What she got was a snarl and a lecture on people who went waltzing off on their own without so much as an apology and then showed up again eighteen years later expecting to pick up everything just where they left off.And on their overbearing, swell-headed children who thought a little fame on the radio made up for inconveniencing not only established scientists, but an entire city. He was about to start on the manifest deficiencies of Ellen's mother's bloodline when a dark-haired fellow in overalls tapped him on the shoulder and said Dr. Li needed him immediately.
Ellen could've kissed him. He just laughed, and introduced himself as Dominic Garza, and said not to pay Alex any mind. Some people, Garza said, were only happy when they were miserable.
There was no time for Alex to complain after that. Reilly and her people had moved quite a few corpses out, but there were still others to clear. There were goo piles to scoop up and throw out as well, left by especially well-charged strikes from the plasma rifle. There were heaps of unsanitary things in this corner or that, left by the mutants in their time of occupation. And there was the detritus of years, the drift of dust and dirt and garbage that happened in any situation, mutants or no. All of it had to be cleared away, or at least shifted to a more convenient place, before the move could be completed. Ellen had entered the Memorial in the late afternoon. The Rangers had arrived by nightfall. Dad, Dr. Li, and the rest of the science crew had arrived a little after that. The worst of the cruft had been shifted by midnight; and sometime in the small hours of the morning, before even the first few pale glimmers of a still-sunken sun could be seen, Dad and Donovan together persuaded the first of the massive Project Purity generators to fire up, and given them all light.
There would be more in the morning. Dr. Li might be in need of a few hours' sleep, but two of Dr. Li's assistants- Janice and Anna, Ellen vaguely remembered their names were Janice and Anna- were willing to keep working at her father's side as long as he could stay upright. He patted Ellen on the shoulder when she asked if he needed more, and told her to go and get some rest. Tomorrow was going to be an even bigger day.