The door opens on what looks like concrete that's suffered two hundred years of neglect. "We're right on the edge of the area people were calling the Sanctuary," Ellen reports. "This place used to be a minor radio station. The Enclave tried repurposing it for propaganda broadcasts for a while. I've torn down their posters and taken most of the supplies they left behind, if you needed anything. We'll be heading west-northwest from here."
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Date: 2014-02-05 07:20 pm (UTC)And he is, more or less. He's gone with a Mark 14 for his primary on this one, a pair of canted iron sights sitting just next to a variable-power scope and a vertical foregrip and bipod attached to the railing below the handguard. The SAPI plates that usually sit in his Kevlar are gone - no need putting on weight that won't do you any good here, especially not when it's this mountainous.
Though he does take out a compass and check where west-northwest is from here, just for curiosity's sake.
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Date: 2014-02-06 03:29 am (UTC)"I got point." He tucks the compass back into his vest and comes back out with a suppressor that he holds at the Mk14's muzzle. "You want it silent or loud?"
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Date: 2014-02-06 04:44 am (UTC)Voodoo sets off, keeping a respectable distance from the riverbank. There's not much in the way of cover, and there's a whole lot of high ground around him. The pucker factor is through the roof.
Thank god the day's young, or they'd never get through this place before they started needing NODs.
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Date: 2014-02-07 04:33 am (UTC)It isn't long before they encounter their first sign of deathclaw activity. Know how in every cartoon, ever, when the protagonists are staggering through the vast and empty desert, they run across a lone cow skull? Maybe some ribs? This is kind of like that. Except that the skull looks definitely ursine, and the ribs are about twenty yards away along with the crunched-up remains of quite a lot of other bones.
"Yao guai," Ellen mutters. "The bear never had a chance."
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Date: 2014-02-07 05:26 am (UTC)He picks the skull up and turns it around in his hand before setting it back down.
"We might wanna start huggin' the slopes. Better sightlines."
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Date: 2014-02-07 05:29 am (UTC)This is putting things mildly. This area was rolling hills once. At some point in the past two hundred years, water somehow managed to cut through the area in a vicious rampage that carried away most of the soil and left the rock behind; it's gullies and rock outcroppings now, and the turns and ledges don't yield much in the way of visible distance if one stays at ground level.
(Also, there's something foul-smelling on the wind- probably carrion- that won't be quite as noxious in the nostrils from an elevated position.)
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Date: 2014-02-07 01:37 pm (UTC)If he happens to be a far more obvious target to any predators in the area (Deathclaw or otherwise), then so be it. He is the superhero; it comes with the yellow-and-blue long johns.
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Date: 2014-02-07 03:08 pm (UTC)It might be noted that somewhat to the northwest, the otherwise rocky and irregular landscape is disrupted by a perfectly horizontal line of shadow along one of the higher promontories.
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Date: 2014-02-07 06:17 pm (UTC)Nothing in that area is moving, though.
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Date: 2014-02-07 07:45 pm (UTC)"No movement, though," he adds, looking back in that direction briefly before refocusing his attention on closer surroundings.
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Date: 2014-02-08 01:01 am (UTC)"I'm gonna take a look," Voodoo mutters as he jogs up ahead, careful to crouch to avoid silhouetting himself against the skyline. As he comes up on a suitable outcropping, he hits the deck and crawls forward, deploying the Mk14's bipod once he's got a good line of sight into the compound. He steadies his breathing, slowly looking over the place through the scope.
"Yeah, it's something. Looks like an outpost."
Tents are set up all around the camp, some of them bearing a very familiar insignia. He glances between the mil-dots in the scope and one of the tent poles, doing some quick calculations in his head.
"Three-zero-zero meters. Tents, cages - no permanent structures. Enclave insignia on the tent fabric."
He glances up at Invincible.
"Your 'somethin'' looks like a jerry-rigged radio antenna." He looks back to Ellen and shakes his head. "It's totaled."
He turns his head back to look through the rifle scope-
"Lots of debris, torn-up uniforms-"
-and stops at the collapsed remains of a Deathclaw-sized cage.
"Whoa. Something got out."
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Date: 2014-02-08 01:49 am (UTC)He takes a moment to slowly circle the camp, before coming to a stop high enough that he thinks that he's still visible to Voodoo. He scans the camp below him for any indication of activity, but it looks like whoever was here is long gone. He spies something and descends, but very shortly after, he's back up above the fence, waving the others forward.
Landing outside the gate, he waits until they approach. "Place looks empty," he says. "Not even bodies." He holds up a single armored boot. Something has torn the reinforced leather down the side to get at the interior, and the edges are stained with dried blood. "Some torn up uniforms and what looks like it used to be body armor scattered around, but nothing else."
Invincible drops the boots. "These Deathclaws of yours are pretty voracious, Ellen."
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Date: 2014-02-08 01:59 am (UTC)BRABOOM!
"-that was a mine," Ellen says, head snapping around suddenly in the direction of the echoing explosion. "Grenades don't sound like that."
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Date: 2014-02-08 02:58 am (UTC)Stubborn beast, that.
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Date: 2014-02-08 03:05 am (UTC)The creature is likely to hear D0G coming, though. Stealthy he ain't.
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Date: 2014-02-08 03:22 am (UTC)Voodoo's fast, but he's sure as shit not on Invincible or D0G's level.
He does what he can - which is to say, he sprints up to the highest ground he can find, hits the deck, deploys the bipod, and-
-that Deathclaw'll have to deal with a 7.62 millimeter SLAP round in its brainpan very shortly.