Paradise Falls

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The door opens on the Capital Wasteland, its rolling scrubby landscape peeling away in every direction. Off to the east, the huddle of reinforced walls can be seen. "This is as close as we can get to Paradise Falls without being seen," Ellen says. "This would be the best place to start from... welcome to the Wasteland, by the way."

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[justcallmefee]

Fiona looks surprisingly at ease wearing the cutoffs and crop top of the standard Badlands raider armor. She did wrinkle her nose at the smell, but hey -- ten minutes in this place, she won't even notice. She has her .45 tucked into a thigh holster, a TEC-9 slung around her back, and a well worn Bowie knife sheathed in her boot.

She holds a hand up to shield her eyes, taking in the weather and the scenery. "Hell, this reminds me of Sarajevo. Only with a lot less mud."

She hands Ellen an earpiece and points to a small button. "Touch here to turn it on, and I can hear you, clear as day."

That done, her hand moves to the the piece of radio junk strung on a leather choker around her neck. "Check check." She's had experience hiding a throat mic before. She briefly touches the tiny seed of an earbud in her own ear, just to make sure it's secure.

She grins at Ellen, clearly itching to get going. "Anything else I should know?"