I won't be doing that again...
Yes, I can fall asleep with enough alcohol apparently, but it is too much alcohol. I know this to be a factual statement because "enough" alcohol to sleep right now is enough to allow a certain duo of fucking miscreants to take my gun, unload it, put it back where they found it, and then scare the living shit out of me, laughing maniacally as I pull the trigger repeatedly trying to fucking kill...
Ok... We are doing fine, but I find myself still getting a little irritated when I think about this morning.
I was laying there, hoping that death would come because it had to be better than the hangover I was experiencing. I will mention that I was still half asleep, with lights turned off and eyes closed, not wanting to risk the room doing that somersault thing again. I heard a slight sound, tried to focus on what it was and realized that it was something calling my name. I strained to hear clearer.. It was like something whispering my name through a machine... Then it giggled... The sound it made when it did that made my skin crawl. I was either dreaming or there was a fucking synth in the room with me. I reached down and found my weapon and waited for a hint of direction. Fuck... If there was a synth in here, that means that they had already gone through Heather and Xao... Not good.
I heard that hideous giggle again from behind me and spun around.
"Jesus fuck!" I screamed as I fell backwards off the bed, pointing my gun at the thing and repeatedly pulling the trigger. I had seen the face of something with three glowing red eyes no more than a foot from my face... It looked vaguely spider-like in the black. Nothing came out of the gun and the giggles turned into easily discernible laughter.
"Oh my god... get the lights, get the lights! Did you fucking see that, Xao?!"
"Heather? Xao?" As soon as I said their names, I was hit across my face with a 2"x4" of light. "Fuck! What the fuck!?"
"So, check it out!" Heather said as she was turning around to model, well... armor I guess. She was covered head to toe in a pretty badass black armored coat and hood, complete with boots and gloves. The hood façade is creepy as hell with three red glowing "eyes" planted into it.
"What do you think?"
"I think I want to murder you both in your sleep..." Fuck my head was in pain... "Where did that come from?"
"It was in the suitcase with the world's saddest letter. The skeleton belonged to a woman whose husband was killed by raiders... She apparently went all vigilante on them and built this awesome set of armor to kill them in. I like her style."
"The two of you..." Xao was looking at the armor closely and then pointed at my rig. "The two of you will become legend... Now.. I need a costu..." He stopped when I glared at him. "I want a good set of armor as well..."
After some discussion, we agreed to keep the, shall we say, unique features of our armor for use at night or in conditions where people are not going to immediately associate with us directly. The armor could give us a certain level of anonymity and that would prove useful dealing with the Institute. That and it will expose Xao to it less since he was starting to focus on this issue.
On our way here we came across the remnants of a caravan that had been ambushed and staged to look like it was hit by raiders. Clearly it wasn't. Raiders, well, raid... The Brahmin was not looted, the merchant wasn't looted, and the caravan guards weren't looted, unless you want to call having their caps stolen "looted." I personally don't. Nor was is a robbery - any merchant around would turn over everything if their guards are taken out. There were certain other incongruities that indicated that there was a 4th person in the caravan that seemed to have been taken. A short distance away, we found signs of a struggle and a broken charm bracelet. We checked out the bodies and found something called "Deezer's Lemonade" on one of them. Everything else we came across, at least one of us had seen before, except that.
As if on queue, as soon as we entered Covenant today, a Mr. Handy jetted over to us and asked us to try its lemonade and, of course, its name was Deezer... Are they serious with this? Why not take fucking snap shots of your crew wiping out the caravan? We tracked down Dan a few minutes ago and are going to get an update as soon as finishes whatever it is he is doing.
I have an odd feeling that this is going to be a long day...