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Derek awoke the next morning on one of the patient beds, with a blanket draped over him. He got up, disoriented by his surroundings. As he got off of the bed, Doc Church walked into the room and handed him his jacket. "I stitched up a tear in the side. You passed out in your chair. I put you to bed. And if you want to be late for your meeting with Moira Brown, go ahead and scowl at me. You have three minutes."

Derek merely grumbled, taking his jacket from Church and moving over to Stiles. He placed a quick kiss on the boy's forehead before turning back to Church. "Scott, one of our Caravan members, will be in today to serve as your assistant. He's earning his keep for staying here." Church merely nodded and went back to doing his business. Derek thanked Church and strode out of the clinic, heading up the ramp to the nearby building.

Danny stood facing the counter, with Jackson, Boyd, and Allison behind them. Derek raised his eyebrow at the assembled crew, but quickly realized that they were the only ones Manya hadn't farmed out to the various residents of Megaton as labor. The other three were staring at Danny's wrist. Derek began staring at Danny's wrist as well when he saw what was attached to it.

A large computer monitor was clamped onto Danny's left forearm. The monitor was inset in a kind of metal band that wrapped around Danny's wrist. It was highly technical looking, but also very retro, Derek noted. It was covered in knobs, dials, gauges, and blinking lights. The screen emblazoned with a caricature of a person, with various writings around the person's body.

"Hey Derek." Boyd casually said to his Alpha. "Danny got a new device with a map feature. It seems like we are going on a scavenger hunt today."

Derek turned to Moira who began to fill him in.

"I'm currently writing a book that will make living in the wasteland easier! A survival guide you could call it even! Oooooh, perhaps that is what I should call my book!" Moira tittered on, unaware of the patently lethal looks Derek and Jackson were casting her.

Danny helpfully reminded Moira to stay on track. She thanked him and continued talking.

"Anyhow, I need research assistants for my guide, and all of you are in need of work. Here is what I need for the first chapter: I need tips on scavenging the wasteland for food. Since most of the critters in the wasteland are impractical to hunt, foraging for prewar food is about the only thing you can do, apart from Brahmin herding."

Realization spread across Danny and Allison's faces. "You mean to tell us that most of the food you eat is over 200 years old?" Danny knew that the Nuka Colas were ancient, but he figured something as complex as soda wasn't mass made in the post apocalypse.

"Not all of it. The Brahmin herds provide some food. Hunters are constantly bringing their meats for sale. And water is still fresh, if slightly irradiated. But a good chunk of food is most certainly pre-war based."

"So you want us to trudge around this god forsaken hell hole and pick up two century old twinkies? Yeah I'll pass." Jackson looked ready to storm out, but Derek shot him a look that made him stop.

"Oh no, I have a place in mind where you can pick up the food. An old grocery store located southeast of Megaton should have a considerable cache of food. I'll pay you extra if you bring back any medications you find. Two more things you should know: The first is that little gadget on your arm young man. That is a Pip-Boy 3000. It's a multipurpose tool filled with dozens of different features: It monitors your vital signs, displays how much radiation you've been in taking, It displays any abnormal changes in physical health and notifies you with their effects, It has a databank filled with basic information about a limited number of topics currently, but with some time and more usage you can update it and keep it useful. There is a transmitter that allows you to pick up and play radio signals, and a built in compass and map system. That last bit is important. I've already plugged the coordinates in on your map, so you shouldn't have much trouble finding the Super Duper mart."

Danny nodded and played around with the various knobs on his Pip-Boy, memorizing the sections and details with photographic ease.

"The other thing you should know about the Super Duper mart is… well it isn't exactly abandoned."

Moira looked incredibly sheepish for a moment before continuing. "The Super Duper mart is currently home to a band of raiders-"

"Raiders? You mean like those thugs that attacked the front gate yesterday?" Boyd asked, immediately perking up.

Derek frowned at Moira. "Yes… they are actually one of two local gangs that regularly harass Megaton. The other is currently hold up inside an elementary school down the road."

Allison and Jackson shot each other glances.

"The raiders are nasty individuals, but you kids seem more than capable. After all, you came here all the way from California. You should be fine."

"That woman is literally insane. Something is wrong with her head." Jackson muttered as the group trudged through the Desert. They had only been walking for fifteen minutes, following the signals on Danny's Pip-Boy to the location of the Super Duper mart.

He was aware of how ill equipped the group was for this outing. Allison was wearing a denim jacket over a white blouse with a black skirt and tights leading down to a pair of combat boots, all of which she had been wearing since they arrived in the wasteland. Danny was in a tight fitting gray t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Derek was in his Alpha uniform, consisting of black tight fitting boot-cut jeans, a black t-shirt over which was his leather jacket, and a pair of mirrored aviators. Boyd took a note from Derek, wearing a leather jacket with a cloth hood attached at the neck, and a pair of black jeans to boot. Jackson was wearing a long sleeve t-shirt with a pair of designer jeans. He had a warmer sweater that he had been wearing during their time shift, but he left it back with Lydia and the others, deeming it to be too warm outside to wear.

How Derek and Boyd were not sweating was amazing. Werewolves had different temperatures, and tended not to be affected by changes in the weather as much as humans had. Despite werewolf powers, it was still absurdly hot outside. The air was stale, and the occasional winds that whipped up caused the aroma to encase them.

Danny was fascinated by his Pip-Boy: The device was completely retro, with its obscene amount of knobs and dials, blinking orange lights and boxy appearance. Yet it was more high tech than anything Danny had seen before. He monitored his health and how much radiation was in his system. It must have been a Geiger counter, but somehow linked up with his Pip-Boy's medical system. But then how would it work if there was no telemetry-

Danny stopped thinking about his Pip-Boy when a high pitched squeal erupted from in front of them. A large pinkish creature began racing towards them. At first Danny thought it was a Dog, but he noticed its horrifying features as it moved closer to them:

The animal had small beady eyes; mottled, weathered skin that bunched up into rolls; and a pair of gigantic teeth that he remembered seeing in rodent like creatures. The group readied their combat stances, but Derek merely flashed his red eyes and growled at the creature.

With another squeak, this one decidedly less ferocious mused Danny, the animal fled in the opposite direction, heading over a small hill and out of sight.

"What the hell was that?" Jackson asked, equally disturbed and amused by what had just transpired.

"Wasteland wildlife." Shrugged Derek, as though what he just did was among the most natural acts he had ever done in his life.

The group pressed forward, following Danny's signal until the back of a large building came into view.

As the group reached the top of hill that overlooked the backside of the Super Duper mart, they could not help but stare at the horizon:

A crumbling jungle of tall buildings littered the DC skyline. From what little they could see, the entire city looked as if a strong wind would bring entire neighborhoods crashing down. A heavily damaged Washington Monument stood out prominently amongst the ruins.

The group continued to stare at what they were seeing, as if the events of the last two days were truly, for the first time, sinking in.

They were not in their own time. Everyone they knew, everything they had, was completely gone.

For the first time, the Beacon Hills pack realized that the only things they had left of their old lives were each other.

Swallowing down his grief, Jackson asked Derek what the plan was.

"We know that there will be raiders throughout the Super Duper mart. We don't know the floor plan, the number of hostiles, what weapons they have, or any other specifics."

"How should we handle this then? Full wolf or reserved?" Boyd asked.

"If there are any prisoners we should keep the claws to a minimum. But if not, then show them your teeth."

Boyd grinned, while Jackson merely nodded. Allison checked that both of her knives were in quick places to access. The last thing she needed was to be jumped by Raiders and not be able to use her currently available weapons.

"Erm, Derek? I don't have wolf powers or any weapons. What should I do?" Danny asked, not at all feeling confident in his abilities.

"Stick close to a wolf, we'll keep you covered. When we are inside, stick to cover and find a weapon if you can. Jackson, Boyd and I will draw most of the fire, so Allison's main job will be to pick off any raiders who try to flank us. You just stay low Danny."

Danny did not want to feel like dead weight, but between the pack's werewolf members and Allison's badass combat skills, he didn't exactly feel like he would be able to pull his weight on this mission.

Derek motioned for Boyd to go around the side of the building. Derek and Jackson took point, with Allison covering them. Danny took the rear, creeping along the side of the building.

Derek could hear harsh laughter coming from the front entrance, which was directly to his left. He motioned to Jackson and together they shifted and dashed towards the sounds of the raiders. Allison bounded out behind cover and towards a pillar that held up the front of the building. Danny merely peeked his head out of cover to watch the carnage:

Three raiders were shouting and firing wildly at Derek and Jackson. Danny knew several bullets had hit Derek, but Jackson was dodging the shots with grace. Jackson reached the first raider and tackled him to the ground. The two remaining raiders backed up and focused fire on Derek who was nearly to them. One raider moved to run when Boyd appeared from the side of the building and viciously head butted the man. Danny could hear the crack of the unfortunate raider's neck from his position. The final raider had turned to her downed comrade, only to have Derek grab him by the neck and rip her throat out.

Jackson had stood up from his raider, his claws thoroughly coated in blood, the man's face a ruin. Boyd was looking at the front of the building, his face disgusted. Allison took one look and raced over to a nearby trashcan and vomited.

Danny almost didn't want to look upwards, but he did:

Hanging from various meathooks and chains were at least a dozen different bodies. All of them were fresh, and all of them were mutilated. Heads, arms, legs had been severed so that no two bodies were alike, and broad cuts along bellies exposed drying viscera. It was an abhorrent sight, and Allison was only just returning from her unexpected session with the trashcan.

Derek looked over at his Pack, who were all staring at him expectantly. Derek's eyes flashed red. "No Prisoners."

The pack nodded, all of them perturbed by the scene before them and walked inside.

The inside of the Super Duper mart was dark, occasionally lit by a ceiling light or a lamp. The pack was in a shopping cart holding area, which gave them some cover against the raiders. Derek devised the plan: The group would fan out, staying low and sticking to the shadows. They would work their way around the store and then jump the raiders from multiple locations. The surprise attack would leave the raiders unprepared and easy to eliminate.

Jackson could single out close to ten heartbeats in the building, and Derek confirmed that along with one more. Derek would howl, which would be the group's signal to simultaneously attack.

Danny learned that he was to take shelter behind a cash register. For a moment he thought that this idea was stupid, but considering nearly everyone but Danny was armed with something, he didn't feel too confident in fighting and agreed to his role.

The group began to fan out, with Allison sticking towards the front of the store, moving stealthily among the registers and support pillars. The occupying raiders had pushed several shelves together and had used long wooden boards as bridges across the tops of the shelves. Ahead of her was a small walled in area with counters and shelving units.

'A pharmacy, perhaps?' She could make out a fridge along the back wall. 'What kind of pharmacy has a fridge inside of it?'

Allison had to stop and remind herself that it had been over two hundred years since the pharmacy it had seen its' intended purpose, and a fridge sitting there was the least surprising thing she had seen in her two days in the Wasteland.

She found a god vantage point behind one of the pillars and observed some of the raiders walking around the back of the mart.

It was a collection of filthy men and women, with matted, dyed hair that as styled in ridiculous fashions. Their armor was mismatched with various pieces of clothes, metal, junk and other things. Most of them wielded guns, but they appeared to be rifles and handguns. Some wore helmets, such as a filthy raider with a gas mask on his head. Another man had some kind of leather hood on. All in all they were imperceptive and undisciplined. None of them had heard them come in, and none were aware of the five teenagers sneaking around their hideout.

A loud roar broke the casual conversations the raiders had been having and brought the room to utter chaos. Screams were heard from raiders who moved to get their weapons but were taken down by Derek or Boyd. Jackson tore into a man wearing minimal armor with his claws. Derek slashed at one raider while delivering a jaw shattering kick to another raider on his left. A female raider jumped down from the aisles and made a dash for the exits. She found Allison waiting for her.

"C'mon you little bitch! I'm gonna fuckin' slash you!" raged the female raider, moving cut Allison with a kitchen knife. Allison merely smirked and drew her knives, bounding towards the raider in several strides. The raider moved to stab Allison, but she neatly dodged the attack and brought both of her blades across the raider's midriff in a semi –circular fashion. Allison knew they were deep cuts, and she had to promptly jump back to avoid getting covered with the raider's innards, which were cascading from her stomach.

"M'fuck!" The raider gasped, clutching at her insides and crying hoarsely. "It burns!" she wailed on, oblivious to the carnage around her.

"Serves you right. Those people didn't deserve to be murdered."

Allison turned to rejoin the fray but found herself facing two raiders who had not been with the main group.

"Oh, we're gonna have fun with you girlie." The larger raider replied.

Allison, feeling sexually threatened, brandished her blades.

Danny had moved parallel to Allison in the front of the store. He had watched Allison creep down aisles and along walls, staying out of sight from the otherwise imperceptive raiders. While Allison positioned herself near an exit, Danny had moved towards a vacant walled room adjacent to one of the exits. He quietly vaulted over the counter and stayed down, trying not to draw attention to himself. He moved over to the island in the center of the room, crouched and unseen to any outside. He looked on the counter to see if he could find anything of value. Several boxes of ammunition, several stacks of money, some bottle caps, and a boxy looking gun were laid out on the counter.

Danny took the pistol with curiosity and studied it before an earth shattering roar echoed throughout the room. Danny grabbed some weird looking batteries lying next to the pistol and ducked. He tinkered with it for a moment before sliding the battery into a fairly obvious slot along the side of the pistol.

'Strange device. But what does it do?'

He heard fighting noises closer to him and saw Allison running towards a female raider. Danny vaulted over the counter and moved towards Allison, but ducked when a stray bullet smacked into the wall in front of him. He saw Jackson fighting with a large raider equipped with a machine gun in the back of the store.

A large groan came from in front of him and Danny assumed the worst.

The raider woman was slumped on the ground, with Allison standing over her. Danny was momentarily relieved. It was then that he noticed two men moving towards Allison. Allison turned right as the men were less than five feet away. As they prepared to fight each other, Danny dove out of his cover and screamed at Allison to duck. As he ran towards the group his aimed his weapon at the raider on his left and squeezed the trigger.

The gun got hot and the raider caught ablaze before reducing to a cloud of ash. His partner began firing in Danny's direction, which forced Danny to duck.

Allison used Danny's diversion to her advantage, whipping one of her blades at the raider's chest. It hit him in dead center, causing him to stumble backwards before toppling over. Derek moved to join the two teens, with Jackson and Boyd in tow. Jackson was healing a large cut along his face, while Boyd appeared to be unharmed. Derek had a few more ambiguous holes in his shirt, but no noticeable wounds.

"All dead?" Allison asked.

Derek nodded then looked towards a pile of ash on the floor, then back to Allison, with an eyebrow raised quizzically.

"Oh, Danny fired a laser at him." Allison replied meekly.

"That's what that was?!" Jackson intoned. "I saw a red flash come from up here, but I didn't think you had laser gun."

Danny merely waved his boxy gun emphatically, wishing Jackson would stop acting like Scott.

"What now?" Allison moved over to the raider she had killed and withdrew the knife from his chest. She grimaced but kept her calm.

"We scavenge anything of value and leave this place behind. We also need to find the shipment of meds while we are here. Keep your eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary."

The group dispersed and began to search for anything of value. Even with five people, it was a large store, and it would take a good amount of time before they were finished.

After a dedicated hour of searching, the group had uncovered a large amount of food, alcohol, and ammunition. Jackson and Derek searched the bodies, while Boyd and Allison took stock over everything else. Danny and Derek had stumbled upon a terminal sitting next to a locked door. Danny activated the archaic looking machine and was able to begin decrypting the password. While his friends had been collecting the loot of their engagement, Danny was working out the password.

Cipher, Jarvis, Mexico, Bereft, Engage, Regret, Encase, Desire, Revile.

Danny played around with the words in his head before entering them on a note in his Pip-Boy. He then analyzed the numbers and chose Regret.

"EXACT MATCH!" read the computer screen.

"Kick ass!" Danny shouted before being given a list of options. Among them was disengage lock.

Derek and the others scrambled towards the back room, before grinning at Danny's computer prowess.

Danny selected the disengage option. An unlocking sound was heard from beside him. Derek grabbed the door handle and turned it, opening the group to a room filled with…

More storage?" Jackson gaped. The room was filled with shelves which were filled with junk. A miniature vacuum cleaner, multiple boxes of detergent, a row of teddy bears, several broken computer monitors, various bottles of what the group assumed to be alcohol, and other junk lay filled the shelves.

Danny gazed towards the back of the room, where yet another terminal was set up. This one was between two valuable containers: A medical kit attached to the wall, and a large metal, phone booth like object that housed a dormant robot, labled: Maintenance Protectron.

Danny breathed in rapidly and moved towards the terminal, activating another hacking protocol.

The rest of the pack chuckled and began collecting the various items strewn about.

Of interest were several syringes topped with pressure gages that Derek pulled from the medicine chest, and what looked to be a miniature nuclear bomb that Boyd found on a shelf. Allison examined several blue glowing bottles of Nuka-Cola, while Jackson read through a large book titled 'Tales of a Junktown Jerky Vendor'

As the group worked away, a man's voice could be heard near the front entrance.

"Yo boys! Arson, Dash, Babygirl! WE ARE HOME!"

The pack froze and Jackson closed the storage room door.

Ooooooh a twist! Whatever will Derek and the gang do now? Tune in later today to find out!

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