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Ellen Park, the Lone Wanderer ([personal profile] aaaaaaaagh_sky) wrote2013-02-23 03:20 pm

The Trail

The door opens, as it often does, on a patch of scrub desert under a cloud-studded sky. Peering eastward, you can make out the shape of a shattered, once-elevated highway in the light of the just-risen sun, and perhaps the jagged edges of the tallest parts of the Megaton city walls. The air is a little cooler than it's been on past visits, and here and there the brown and yellow scrub that characterizes Wasteland vegetation seems to be sharing space with hazes of green.

There's also kind of an overwhelming stink of cow, because Ellen left Megaton astride Shiphrah and Puah and the Brahmin is busily chewing its cud with one head nearby. Ellen pats the other head briefly with one stealth-suited hand as she says, "We're not far from the caravan route where the raiders ambushed our water men. This is the nearest door I could find."
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[personal profile] boston_bruiser 2013-02-25 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
Mohawk stays like that for a while, alternatively scuffing his boots or admiring his gun or picking his nose.

(Really, dude, you could've had the decency to do that when Voodoo wasn't holding his crosshairs at your center chest.)

But eventually, he saunters on down the catwalk, turning his back to Ellen.

"He's moving on," Voodoo radios. "You're good to go."
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[personal profile] aeons_crackshot 2013-02-25 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Nobody new in my sights," Annabelle adds.
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[personal profile] aeons_crackshot 2013-02-25 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, goody," Annabelle grumbles sarcastically. "That's gonna be a bitch to deal with."

Annabelle ponders this situation. "Unless you know someone who can fly, anyway."
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[personal profile] boston_bruiser 2013-02-25 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
"We can worry about that plenty once she's out of there," Voodoo says. "What else can you see, Ellen?"
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[personal profile] aeons_crackshot 2013-02-25 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, it definitely sounds like they're in there well and good.

"How many guards and are they alone or in groups?"
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[personal profile] boston_bruiser 2013-02-25 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
That is not a tone of voice you ever forget.

And it is not a tone of voice you ever wanna hear.

"Ellen?"

He starts moving up to the window - stupid, since it silhouettes you, but goddammit, he needs to check on her.

"Ellen, you there?"

He fiddles with his radio and mike, gently smacking them as he brings the rifle to his shoulder, peering through the scope along the tracks where she should be.

"C'mon, Ellen, talk to me."
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[personal profile] aeons_crackshot 2013-02-25 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
No, no it's not. Nothing GOOD ever happens when someone has that tone of voice. Annabelle can feel her adrenaline kick in and her gut twist with worry. (Voodoo is not the only one moving toward a window.)

"Ellen. Ellen!" Annabelle hisses into her mike. "Come on kiddo, don't leave us hanging...."
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[personal profile] masterofgunfu 2013-02-25 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
That's never a good sound on any world.

"What's the tact?" Andrea pipes in finally. WIth Ellen off grid, she deferes to Voodoo in the chain of command. She tries to see anything through her scope as well, with no luck, so she pans to see if the noise has woken the ant farm. "And just what the hell is a Behemoth?"
Edited 2013-02-25 16:13 (UTC)
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[personal profile] boston_bruiser 2013-02-25 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
It doesn't take long at all for Voodoo to reach a decision. When you hear the word Behemoth, you drop whatever the fuck you're doing and listen real goddamn close.

Voodoo glances at Andrea. "Bigass mutant. We're getting her the hell out of there," he says. "Okay, Ellen, you've done enough," he radios. "Now here's what I want you to do. I want you to follow the tracks back exactly the way you came. Once you get around the bend, we'll be able to cover you the rest of the way, okay?" He deploys his rifle's bipod, setting it on the windowsill. "You two," he says, nodding to Annabelle and Andrea, "pick a target and call it out. That thing smells her and we're gonna need to get the upper hand quick."

It doesn't take long for Voodoo to find a target of his own on the catwalks, a lanky skinheaded youth who looks like he took a wrong turn out of a 60s biker gang, what with his spiked armor and shiny new gun.

"I got one," he says, holding his crosshairs over the boy's center chest. "Skinheaded kid, on the catwalks, holding an assault rifle. He's mine."
Edited 2013-02-25 17:02 (UTC)
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[personal profile] masterofgunfu 2013-02-25 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Cameo pants and mohawk at 6 o'clock," Andrea says confirming her target. She pans to see if she can get a good shot at the trip wire Ellen mentioned in case they need a big distraction (it'd be a long shot but might be worth the chance), before setting her sites on her called shot. Then she sits tight and waits for the command.
Edited 2013-02-25 17:11 (UTC)
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[personal profile] boston_bruiser 2013-02-25 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Stay cool, Ellen," Voodoo says. "You're almost outta there, just stay cool."

Voodoo's finger is no longer on the magazine well. Instead, it is on the trigger, taking up the first pound of the three-pound slack as he holds the crosshairs on the kid.
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[personal profile] masterofgunfu 2013-02-25 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Andrea's done the same, though she also breaths steadily and wiggles her toes (without shifting her stance) to keep from tensing up, an old trick a Master-At_arms had taught her.
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[personal profile] aeons_crackshot 2013-02-25 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Annabelle recognizes that shiny, shiny gun. She's got one herself, back at the Bar, because SHE bought it from Ellen after her escape from the Alien ship.

"What the FUCK?!. Ellen, how the hell would one of these bastards have gotten their hands on an alien blaster like the one you sold me!"
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[personal profile] masterofgunfu 2013-02-25 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"What kind of range do those things have? Anything we need to worry about up here?"

Giant scorpions, behemoths, blasters? It's almost like back home except it'd be a fire ball instead of a blaster but who's counting?
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[personal profile] boston_bruiser 2013-02-25 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"We can worry about all that once she's out," Voodoo repeats, his crosshairs never leaving the raider. "You're almost there, Ellen. Just keep low and go."
Edited 2013-02-25 18:55 (UTC)
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[personal profile] aeons_crackshot 2013-02-25 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Annabelle's uncanny luck may be extending to Ellen at the moment, because that instant is when the two guards' patrol takes them on a path that will quickly lead to them facing the other way.

"Wait 5 seconds, then go," Annabelle says. "Their path should have them facing away from you by then."
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[personal profile] masterofgunfu 2013-02-25 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Andrea pans her scope along the catwalks to make sure no other guards show signs of noticing anything odd, which seems to be the case.

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