Tunnel Town
Jan. 17th, 2012 06:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aaaaaaaagh_skyIt's been close to two days now since Ellen, Voodoo, and Dogmeat came through the door to track down the people who carried off Dave. The trail's taken them to the ruins of what was once Interstate 70, and they've been on the road very nearly the whole time. Ellen's been trying hard not to think about the fact that, within her world, this is the farthest she's ever been from anything she's ever known- and getting farther all the time.
At least, she thinks, they're coming up on what the man who ran the travelers' rest said was the slavers' likely destination. The ruins of some ancient road sign are promising a tunnel up ahead, although which tunnel and how far is hard to make out, given the state of the paint.
At least, she thinks, they're coming up on what the man who ran the travelers' rest said was the slavers' likely destination. The ruins of some ancient road sign are promising a tunnel up ahead, although which tunnel and how far is hard to make out, given the state of the paint.
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Date: 2012-01-20 05:28 am (UTC)That'd be Voodoo, dodging a produce stand and its owner as he weaves his way through the panicked crowd. True, the mole rat has a head start. True, he's probably lugging around a lot less crap. But if there's one ground they're at least equal on, it's stamina - and with a pissed-off blue heeler at his, well, heels, there's only so far the raider can run before one of them gets him.
At least, that's -
"Move, move!"
- what Voodoo's -
"Make a hole, people!"
hoping for.
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Date: 2012-01-20 05:33 am (UTC)For now she's just glad Dogmeat is both ridiculously persistent and ridiculously easily angered on behalf of his people. The dog is weaving in and out of every obstacle in his path at an incredible rate of speed, bearing down on the fleeing raider like the wrath of a short and hairy god.
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Date: 2012-01-20 06:03 am (UTC)Which gives him a semi-legitimate excuse to hop over, slide under, and otherwise make his way through the detritus of Tunneltown as he bears down on the raider.
"Last warning, asshole! Stop and drop!"
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Date: 2012-01-20 06:04 am (UTC)Hm. That would work.
The deafening BANG! of the Gauss rifle being fired echoes off the tunnel walls. So does the screeee! of metal as the remains of a pre-war 'use this lane/don't use this lane' lighting system comes loose from the ceiling and crashes into the tunnel floor below. Right in front of the raider, who simply does not have the savoir faire to do anything other than stop and stare at the hunk of metal that nearly brained him.
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Date: 2012-01-20 06:14 am (UTC)Ever wondered what it's like to get tackled by a pissed-off six-foot-two, 210 pound man going 20 miles an hour?
CRUMP.
Now you know.
Voodoo's pistol is on the raider's back in an instant. "Hands on your fucking head! Cross your legs! Do it!"
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Date: 2012-01-20 06:15 am (UTC)Really, he's remarkably compliant now that it's blatantly clear exactly what's at stake.
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Date: 2012-01-20 06:27 am (UTC)"End of the line, asshole. Should've gave up while you could."
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Date: 2012-01-20 06:29 am (UTC)That part is because Dogmeat's moved around to a spot where he can lower his head, bare his teeth, and growl properly at the man. That's one pissed-off heeler.
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Date: 2012-01-21 02:54 am (UTC)"Voodoo," murmurs a quiet patch of nearby air, "he's telling the truth. None of those men are Dave."
"What the fuck was that?"
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Date: 2012-01-21 04:10 am (UTC)Gratuitous? Maybe. Deserved? Absolutely.
Then, turning to where the voice came from:
"You sure?"
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Date: 2012-01-21 04:15 am (UTC)There's a ripping, crackling sound, and when the raider finally manages to lift his head and blink his vision clear, there's a featureless curve of gold mere inches from his face. "Fuck," he whispers.
"No, sir," says the stealth figure. "Not likely. But if you tell me who you sold Dave to and where they're going, you'll stand a very good chance of being able to walk again when all of this is done, and who knows what else you might still be able to do?"
The man gulps.
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Date: 2012-01-21 04:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-21 04:32 am (UTC)"Thank you," says Ellen. "Voodoo, I need to start getting those collars off. Do you want to deal with this man?"
"Shit! No! I told you what I knew, I did what you said!"
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Date: 2012-01-21 04:45 am (UTC)"So instead of putting a slug in your fucking skull, I'm gonna reintroduce you to some people who would just love to see your fuck-ugly mug. C'mon, shitbird, we're going for a walk."
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Date: 2012-01-21 04:46 am (UTC)By the time they get back to where Voodoo was checking out the slaves, most of the Tunneltown sellers have tidied up a bit and are watching Voodoo suspiciously. He might start another rampage, after all. As for the slaves, they're standing around intently watching as Ellen (the armor's headpiece now out of the way) works diligently at the apparently complicated process of removing those bulky collars from one neck after another.
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Date: 2012-01-21 04:53 am (UTC)When they reach the slaves, Voodoo shoves the raider to his knees and starts redistributing the slaver's gear and weapons among the de-collared slaves, occasionally throwing in one of his MREs or grenades. It's a wild wasteland out there, after all.
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Date: 2012-01-21 04:55 am (UTC)The last collar comes off. Ellen looks at it, and looks at the slope-headed raider. "These are the kind that explode if people get too far from the control signal," she says. "This one still works, you know."
The man pales.
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Date: 2012-01-21 04:59 am (UTC)Because he kind of is.
He hands salt-and-pepper one of the raider's police baton with an audible clap as it changes hands.
"He's all yours."
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Date: 2012-01-21 05:01 am (UTC)"I don't think they're going to need us here for this, do you?" Ellen murmurs as Sammy and Bodge start grinning.
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Date: 2012-01-21 05:05 am (UTC)