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From Salamank to the vicinity of the Long Eighty is about a ninety-mile trip. It's rough territory, but for the first day or so's travels it could've been worse. Yeah, the land out here suffered in the aftermath of the War, but this was never primary or even secondary target territory, so most of what's gone wrong here is the result of black rains and fallout on the wind rather than direct hits and immediate contamination. There's more trouble from the mutated wildlife in the region than anything else, too. The Senecas, it appears, do what they can to keep the local raiders down. Maybe they haven't got the numbers they would've liked, but for the area relatively close to Salamank, they do about as well as anyone could hope.

But that's the first day's travel, and unless Voodoo has caffeine pills or something in that pack of his, it's gonna be at least a two-day trip. And things start getting uglier the closer he gets to the remains of the old highway.

Date: 2014-09-03 02:41 am (UTC)
boston_bruiser: (Task Force Mako #2)
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A grunt. "Good enough. Let's move in and check on them."

Voodoo moves carefully, sweeping his weapon across windows and doorways as he passes them. They're vacant - looks like the raiders have all hauled ass to retake their merchandise.

"Watch downhill," he mutters. "They don't know what's going on yet, but don't bet on it staying that way."

Date: 2014-09-03 02:51 am (UTC)
boston_bruiser: (Task Force Mako #2)
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"Good. Means you're paying attention."

The way to the slave house is littered with raider dead. Voodoo stops just shy of the doorway, knocking on the frame.

"Friendlies! Friendlies comin' in!"

Date: 2014-09-03 03:11 am (UTC)
boston_bruiser: (Task Force Mako #2)
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Voodoo grunts in response, double-timing it up the stairs to their position. Al and Hector are by the windows giving the raiders hell, but they're not unscathed - Al's taken a bullet to the leg, and he's tied down the wound as best he can. Hector, on the other hand, has taken a stab wound to the left shoulder, and blood has stained his shirt deeply.

Voodoo digs into his pocket and tosses a stimpack to his companion, taking out another one right after. "See to Al. I'll get Hector."
Edited Date: 2014-09-03 03:13 am (UTC)

Date: 2014-09-03 03:30 am (UTC)
boston_bruiser: (Task Force Mako #2)
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"I'm gonna cast my vote for crazier."

It's like using an epipen - Voodoo holds the edges of the cut together, then jabs the needle near the wound until the needle is all the way in the red.

"There," Voodoo says, withdrawing the needle, "hold that. Don't die on us yet, you kooky old fuck."

Date: 2014-09-03 03:36 am (UTC)
boston_bruiser: (Task Force Mako #2)
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"Lost count." Voodoo takes up a position by one of the windows, shooting down anything that looks like a raider. He ducks down to reload, working the bolt before standing back up. "Got their leaders, though - the big guys?"

He snorts, downing a raider who tries to dash for the cover of a sandbag pile.

"Yeah, they ain't gettin' up no more." He beckons with his hand. "Hand me one'a those Molotovs."

Date: 2014-09-03 03:49 am (UTC)
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Voodoo lights the rag as he peeks out the window, trying to spot any particularly large groups. One by that trash bin- two by that concertina wire- ah, four by that dumpster, there we go.

"HEY, YOU MANGEY FUCKERS! BARBECUE FOR YOU!"

The Molotov soars across the night sky in a long, graceful arc, touching down right in the middle of the group. Not a bad arm for a middie.

Date: 2014-09-03 03:57 am (UTC)
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Voodoo chuckles. "Karma's a bitch, ain't it?"

The rest of them don't stand a chance, not with all the guns pointed their way. This isn't a battle, this is a mop-up.


It's quiet, once all the raiders are gone. Their bodies litter the ground in every direction - some big, some small, some in-between, but all very, very dead.

"Looks like we're clear. Josepha, run on back to the house and bring that hostage here. Hector, Al, start getting weapons and ammo off the bodies. I'll deal with the bomb collars."

Date: 2014-09-03 04:07 am (UTC)
boston_bruiser: (Task Force Mako #2)
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"Bet what you want, just make it fast."

He starts beckoning collared slaves over, ripping their bomb collars off about as fast as his pliers can manage.

"Help Hector and Al with the weapons and ammo," he instructs them. "You can pick what you want once they're all accounted for. Any disputes, rock-paper-scissors it out."

Date: 2014-09-03 04:19 am (UTC)
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Voodoo thinks on this for a bit.

"Bring 'em here," he shouts back, digging around for a can of paint and a paintbrush. "Line 'em up nice 'n orderly. Got an idea."

Date: 2014-09-03 04:25 am (UTC)
boston_bruiser: (Task Force Mako #2)
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(Al will get his chance. Probably later, but he will get his chance.)

Voodoo plunks a suitable can and brush by the entrance, going back over to one of the houses that still has a door and ripping it off its hinges. He hefts it over his shoulder, carrying it back to the slave house and setting it down by the entrance, where Hector has started lining up the corpses.

The paint is crappy homebrewed stuff, but it works well enough for painting RAIDERS - THIS WILL BE YOUR FATE on the door.

Date: 2014-09-03 04:33 am (UTC)
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"Thanks," Voodoo says, setting the paint can down and brushing his hands off. "Figured it was worth a shot, either way."

He glances toward Hector and Al. "What'd you guys get off the bodies?"

Date: 2014-09-03 04:47 am (UTC)
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Voodoo grunts. "Makes sense."

He glances over to the slaves. "Grab what you want and make a choice: come with me or go your own way. I got a friend with the Brotherhood of Steel, and I'm heading south to D.C. to meet up with her. I can't guarantee your safety, but I can guarantee you this. Anybody who fucks with you? Fucks with me, too. And you all saw what went down here tonight."

He looks over to Hector, Al, and Josepha. "That goes for you guys, too."

Date: 2014-09-03 10:07 pm (UTC)
boston_bruiser: (Task Force Mako #2)
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Voodoo nods once and grunts. "Then let's get moving. We've got a long walk ahead of us."

He taps the forward assist on his carbine. "I'm on point. Al, watch the right, Josepha, watch the left, Hector, bring up the rear, and Kate, stay with Hector. Watch your spacing - we're not out of the woods yet."

He looks toward the rest of the slaves. "The rest of you - good luck."

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