A Hunters Guide to the Wastes

by Zachary S

A band of renegades. outcasts...hunters....the guide is the key, is the running joke, explanation, and code. warning, do not read if you see the world in black and white.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

He stared across the desert like wastes towards his prey. A small squadron of the brotherhood of steel. His scope watched them as they slowly picked their way through the rocks. To his right, sat his radio interceptor, picking up everything the brotherhood was saying. this is alpha leader to delta leader, we are approaching rendezvous point whiskey, do you copy? Delta leader, copy that, have run into a slight delay, eta 20 minutes. Out. Out.

He didn't know which was alpha, or delta, or bravo for that matter. He assumed their was a Charlie, or a C of some sort, but if there was they maintained radio silence. He repositioned himself on the rocky hill he had chosen for a perch.

The brotherhood had randomly showed up in the area about a week ago, he had listened to their broadcasts ( The Brotherhood seemed to either not be aware of radio encryption, or just couldn't do it) and had found out that they were looking for something, but no specifics.

Last night he had decided to hunt them. His sniper rifle was equipped with 308. Magnum rounds, steel cased to penetrate power armor. He had followed them all morning, until he had found the perfect ambush point. Alpha leader, this is Bravo leader, be advised, we are moving to The boom of the rifle was deafening, as a large hole appeared into the lead Brother's helmet, and he crumpled to the ground, dead. ALL LEADERS, THIS IS ALPHA LEADER, WE ARE UNDER ATTACK, ONE MAN DOWN, LIKELY KIA REQUESTING IMMEDIATE ASSISTANCE, OVER! Alpha leader this is bravo leader, copy that, what is your position?

We're approximately two klicks north of Whiskey, Over! Roger that alpha leader, moving to support. Another boom rang out into the air, this time sending a man down screaming. The remaining troops didn't wait for orders to sprint for better cover, as the few rocks in the clearing they had hidden behind were obviously not cutting it. Bravo, we are facing off with a sniper, I repeat, heavily armed sniper, armor penetrating, cannot advise rescue attempt at this time, Over! He frowned, he had been hoping that second one was the leader. He wanted outside connections severed.

He debated whether or not to take another shot. This would cut the squad down to half its effective fighting force, but now that they were in better cover, they would probably spot the muzzle flash, which would give away his position. He grabbed the radio, his spare ammo, and slid down on his belly to the bottom of the hill before slipping off into the wastes.