"This is it," Ghost whispered, staring out over the Wastes. Stitch nodded and Farsight stared off into the distance, looking for any signs of danger.
"Oasis is our first stop," Stitch said, looking at the map Bishop had provided them.
"Let's do it then," Ghost said, and the trio began their journey north.
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It had been days, and Aiden felt he was no closer to the vault then he had been when he left. He checked the map on his Pip-boy, there was a burnt out school nearby and day was fast approaching. He decided that moving at night was his only chance with the Enclave patrolling the Wastes.
He approached the school and read the sign, 'The Roosevelt Academy'
"Good enough place as any," He sighed. His body was weary but he felt good. He felt free. He entered the school and instantly felt a chill run through his body.
"Something isn't right here…" He muttered. Aiden found a class room and sat down behind the desk. He opened a large drawer, placed his pack in there, and then laid his shotgun on the desk. He breathed a huge sigh of relief and rubbed his aching shoulders, looking cautiously around the room. On the wall above the chalk board, a poster proudly proclaimed its message, "Shoot for the moon, because even if you miss you'll land among the stars. Aiden chuckled to himself.
A blood curdling scream filled the halls of the building as the front door to the building slammed open. Aiden quickly opened the class door a crack and saw a pair of large yellow-green men dragging an unarmed woman by her arms.
"Let me go! Oh my god! Please let me go!" She sobbed. The man holding her left arm twisted it, and Aiden could hear the bone snap. He grimaced as the women's screaming amplified ten fold, as the man continued to drag her by that arm.
Aiden took a sharp breath of air, and grabbed his shotgun off the desk. He opened the door the rest of the way and crept out into the hallway. The men were halfway up the stairs when Aiden made his move. Running out from behind a pillar, he cleared the distance in two seconds, and fired a round right into the first man's chest, sending him toppling through the worn wooden railing. He turned to shoot the second one but received a devastating blow to the chest from a sledgehammer, lifting him off his feet and slamming him into the pillar behind.
The wind was sucked out of him and he strained his neck looking up. His armor was massively dented, crushing his chest and he found his breathing getting increasingly more difficult.
Fuck… I should have just run. Why? Why do I have to be a fucking hero? She better at least get the fuck out of here.
"Run… I find you… After I kill pest…" The man grunted, and Aiden could see the woman running to something just out of sight.
"You'll have to get in line," A distorted voice called out, and a laser burst melted the man's face. A red armored man crouched down in front of Aiden.
"Pathetic," The distorted voice said. He unclasped the armor around Aiden's torso, allowing air to invade his lungs again. It tasted so sweet.
"Behind… you…" Aiden gurgled out. Bishop turned around just in time to block a punch from the man Aiden had shot. The man and Bishop began trading punches before Bishop grabbed the man by the throat and tossed him a couple feet. Bishop's distorted breathing was coming out fast and hard. He was getting tired, and that throw took it out of him. The man got up with a plank of wood and smashed it over Bishop's helmet knocking him over.
Aiden let out a grunt of pain and pushed himself off the pillar. He used the momentum to jump up and wrap his arms around the neck of the man. The man reached up and grabbed Aiden, trying to wrench him off his back. Bishop pushed himself up fast, and with the added velocity of that, slammed his fist right into the man's wound, prompting him to double over in pain. Aiden slid off the man's back and put one hand on the ground, gasping for air. Bishop walked over to his laser rifle and picked it up.
Before he could even turn around, the man had slammed a sledgehammer into Bishop's back. When he hit the floor, another hit landed in the middle of his chest, breaking the sledgehammer. The man grabbed Bishop's helmet and started slamming his face into the floor. Aiden cried out in pain and ran over to help. He picked up the head of the sledgehammer and threw it down into the man's head. It knocked him off Bishop and let Aiden pick up the head again. He ran over to the man again, but a hand grabbed his leg and he was swept off his feet. The man got up and grabbed Aiden by the throat, lifting him up. He squeezed until Aiden cried out, and then sent him flying through the air. He skidded across the floor several feet before coming to a halt just short of the entrance. Aiden rolled over and coughed up a massive amount of blood, as the man walked over to him.
A bright flash tore through the man's chest, melting the flesh around the exit and entry wound. He dropped to his knees and his eyes rolled in the back of his head, he was dead. Aiden looked up and saw the woman with a laser pistol pointed directly at the man. There was fear in her eyes and she was trembling. Her left arm was limp by her body. He could see Bishop stirring, and he felt a flood of fear fill his chest again. Bishop had found him.
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A bullet slammed the wall by his head and he jumped to the floor.
"Sight, can you see this tosser?" Ghost shouted into his radio.
"Got him," Sight's soft voice called back. A gunshot rang out and a gurgling sound came from the Raider, who flipped over the railing and crashed to the floor.
"Stitch, status report," Ghost called into his radio. He stood up and sprayed a raider through the window with his MP5.
"I'm coming up through cellar, Ghost, give me a fucking minute," his radio squawked, he could hear gun shots in the background noise.
"Bleeding raiders," Ghost shouted. Another gunshot rang out and a second raider fell off the balcony.
"Thanks, love," Ghost called out into his radio.
"No problem, babe," Stitch answered with a chuckle.
"Sod off, mate," Ghost replied. He sprinted up the set of stairs and found himself on the second floor of the house. The crying was growing louder and louder, until he reached the end of the hall and kicked the door in. He quickly double tapped the raider in the chest and grabbed the young woman by the arm.
"I got her," Ghost radioed in.
"I see that," Stitch said in the doorway.
"Beautiful, mate," Ghost chuckled.
"A second group of raider's are approaching from the south," Farsight's voice crackled through the radio.
"Alright, mate, that was the warm up round, you ready for the real thing?" Ghost asked, picking up an assault rifle.
"Ghost, we got the girl let's go, we have to reach those settlements," Stitch said, grabbing the girl.
"To the bloodied heads we leave in our wake," Ghost replied, leaving the room.
"Fuck you, man," Stitch shook his head.
"Sight, love, make the first shot after they pass you," Ghost ordered.
"Roger," Farsight's soft voice faded off into silence. A gunshot rang out moments later and Ghost smiled. It was time.