Another fun chapter for me to write. I really liked the whole, going back and forth between different scenarios that were all playing at at once. Just one more chapter to go and this story is done! You know, I really appreciate the reviews where people say this is the best Fallout fanfic they've ever read. I'm glad some of you feel that way, so thanks for all the reviews, the followings, the favoriting, etc. It means a lot that at the very least, my writing entertains. Enjoy!
Early the next morning, Ava woke up and found herself tucked into the cot she had slept on. She reached for her ghoul, who had insisted she take the cot for herself and chose to sleep on the floor, but her open hand brushed only cold tile. Ava sat up and mindlessly held her stomach. It was already starting to protrude a bit and she smiled as she rubbed her bare hands over her skin. She was growing some callouses on her fingers, but that was okay with her. The door to the small room opened, and Nova peeked in, her hair wild as usual.
"You're awake already?" Nova asked.
"Yep…I can't believe there are babies growing in here!" said Ava excitedly. Nova laughed and rubbed her own hand over Ava's stomach.
"I can't wait to see them," she said.
"Me too. I hope Phillip looks a whole lot like Charon. I bet he'll be gorgeous," said Ava. "Speaking of Charon, where is he?"
"In the mess hall, nursing a hangover," said Nova.
"It has been a while since he drank…lost all that tolerance I guess," said Ava.
"Well, from what Gob and Des have told me, he always drank more than his body could handle. Poor guy," said Nova.
The door opened once again and the girls looked back and both smiled widely.
"Speak of the fuckin' devil," Ava said.
"I need to speak with you Smoothskin…Nova, can you give us a minute?" Charon asked. He held a pack of ice against his head and looked very tired. He held something underneath an arm, and shifted so he could hold it better.
Charon and Ava were alone within a few moments and Charon sat on the tile floor with a heavy groan. Ava rubbed his shoulder and he leaned into her touch. He knew what he was about to ask was pointless, but it had bothered him most of the night.
"So what's up, handsome?" she asked.
"I…I want you to stay behind with the children, Ava. I don't want you to go out into battle like this," said the ghoul, gesturing to her stomach and the children she carried. Ava glared at his grim face. He knew it. She was pissed. Royally pissed. Charon shrugged and sighed out loud. At least he tried.
"You will never suggest that again," said Ava, her voice dripping with venomous anger.
Charon nodded and said, "Well, in that case, here."
The ghoul handed her the package he held and she unfolded it and held up the heavy item, which resembled a vest, with a confused look. Charon motioned for her to stand up and he wrapped it around her. The thick and heavy vest wrapped around her body, including her lower stomach, and reached all around to her back.
"It's Kevlar…to protect them…and you," he said quietly. "Desmond and I found it rummaging through the equipment we had found. Once you get shot, you must take cover, because it only works for one or two shots, and then it is useless weight."
"I'm okay with this," she said with a smile.
"But you must promise me one thing, and I will not take no for an answer," Charon said firmly.
"And what's that?"
"If all is lost, and I order you to run to save your life, and the lives of Catherine and Phillip, you must do it. Even if it means I stay behind to spare your life, by giving mine," he said. "If you do not agree to this, I will hog-tie you and leave you with the children in the safe room. I will not bend on this."
"But…" Ava began. Leave Charon behind? The hell she would. Even when they were being captured by the Brotherhood and there was that window for Ava to get away, all she was going to do was make sure her gun was loaded and come right back for him.
"AVA FLINT, YOU WILL FUCKING RUN IF I SAY SO. AM I UNDERSTOOD?" Charon's voice echoed throughout the room and Ava flinched at the sound. She nodded and Charon wrapped his arms around her tightly.
"Come, Smoothskin. It is time for battle and this time, we will both start and finish it," he said softly.
Ava stood up, letting the blanket fall away from her and Charon handed her fully repaired black combat armor. She held the armor in her hands, thumbing across the angry, red slash that had been painted across the chest of it and she smiled. She didn't have to ask Charon if he had fixed the armor himself, or paint the bright red mark on it. She knew that only he would trust himself to touch the armor she would wear to war. With her shaky hands, Ava pulled on the combat armor and allowed Charon to strap the buckles tightly and give her a once over. Satisfied that the Kevlar and armor was good enough, Charon held out his gloved hand and led her out of the room. Along the way, they hugged their children tightly and told them to behave for Nova, who would be staying behind with them inside the safe room.
Outside, the sun was bright and the air hot and thick with the loom of war within their grasp. Their vast armies prepared in a calm fashion and the vault girl grinned at the sight. Charon led Ava to the Launch Control Bunker and quickened his pace. She sensed that he was excited about something that he was about to show her. Inside the bunker, Ava was overwhelmed by the scent of feral ghouls and she almost shouted out in fright when Charon opened the door and he bumped into a Reaver. Desmond sat at a computer along with Dogmeat and grinned when he saw the pair stroll up to him.
"You do know the launch codes, right?" Charon asked Desmond as he rummaged through the paperwork that sat on the wooden desk.
"Too bloody easy…'0000000000'…Americans were fuckin' off their bloody rocker with a code that easy," said Desmond as he leaned back in his chair.
"They never thought they would actually be used, Lockheart. Good thing they weren't, for our sake anyway. Is Aries and his platoon near the Citadel?" Charon asked.
Roy walked into the room, shotgun over his shoulder, and said, "Yep. Sittin' right fuckin' next to it with a few Fat Mans those gun nuts from Rivet City supplied us with. I can't wait…this better be fuckin' good, Charon."
"Oh, it will be," said Charon with a dark smile.
"What exactly are you guys planning? I thought we would just overtake the Citadel and take it by force," said Ava. The three ghouls laughed, startling Dogmeat and the feral ghouls around them.
"What I have planned, is a late wedding present for you, Ava," said Charon. "Courtesy of Roy, Gob, and Desmond. I'm going to give you fireworks. Fireworks like you've never seen before."
"What the hell are fireworks?" she asked.
"You'll see, Smoothskin. Where you, Gob, and Charon are headed, you'll have a prime view of these fireworks. No one in this entire fuckin' wasteland, except maybe the pre-war ghouls, have seen something like this," Desmond explained.
"This bunker holds several missiles that are ready to launch, along with an orbital missile platform in space," Charon explained. "We tried to get it to work, to attack the Citadel before your army joined with mine, but the data was corrupted. We have since discovered that the Fort is connected to SatCom Array NW-05, a little ways away from here, and changed the data over there. The missiles are now aimed at the Citadel, and all we need to do is go over there, flip a switch, and Desmond will launch them. The Citadel will be leveled and the Brotherhood destroyed."
"Holy SHIT!" Ava shouted happily.
"My sentiments exactly," Charon said with pride. "Much more fun than storming the Citadel with missile launchers and a Fat Man."
"So why is Aries over there with some of your ghouls?" Ava asked.
"In case shit doesn't go as planned. They'll attack them, and lead them here where we can finish the Brotherhood off," said Roy.
"ROY! ROY ANSWER ME!" shouted a deep, croaky voice over the radio.
Roy picked up the radio and grunted, "What's goin' on, Aries?"
"Fucking Brotherhood saw us! We captured one and he said a squad is on their way to the SatCom right now to destroy it, and the rest of the army is headed to you. We killed a few of 'em and we're chasing after the army right now. They're bigger than we thought," Aries shouted between heavy pants. "GET DOWN! FIRE THAT FUCKING MISSILE!"
"Des, we're taking a small squad to the SatCom. Defend this Fort with your lives, and then when the Brotherhood is destroyed, come meet us at the SatCom," Charon ordered. He grabbed Ava's arm and pulled her out of the bunker as quickly as he could.
"How did they find out?" Ava asked, alarmed.
"They have been watching us, no doubt. Perhaps they found our radio frequency as well and have been listening, but it does not matter. They don't know of our numbers and that should be enough to kill them," said Charon.
Outside the bunker, Gob and MacCready sat inside of the cab of an old, army flatbed truck. Ghouls from Charon's army, Ava recognized Quinn and Tulip among them, and a few of her Outcast soldiers stood on the flatbed, holding onto the railings that surrounded it. MacCready's motorcycle stood beside the green truck. Gob stuck his arm out the driver side window and banged his hand on the door wildly.
"Ready when you are, Battlemaster, Ava!" Gob shouted. The other soldiers nodded, ready to fight as well.
Charon climbed onto the motorcycle and Ava sat behind him. He paused to light a cigarette and started the engine. His chest rumbled with satisfaction and matched the sound of the motorcycle below him. The ghoul grinned and revved it a few times.
"How in the hell do we have two working vehicles?" Ava asked over the noise.
"I had some time on my hands, and there's plenty more than this old thing. Winthrop is finishing some more trucks right now," said Gob.
"Hold on," Charon muttered. Ava wrapped her arms tightly around his waist as the ghoul spun the motorcycle around and they sped off, Gob following behind in his truck.
The Capital Wasteland whipped past Ava's eyes at an alarming speed, and yet she shook with excitement, rather than fear. This was it. They were going to destroy the Brotherhood of Steel on the West coast and D.C. would belong to the people once again. Everything Ava had ever done led her to this point in her life, and she couldn't help but feel that her father would be proud of her deeds in a way. She was at least doing this for the right reasons, instead of allowing the Brotherhood to get a tighter grip on the people around them. They hated ghouls for no reason. They tried to kidnap her children and kill both her and Charon on multiple occasions. They had even stooped low enough to work with the slavers of Paradise Falls and the Talon Company. That was enough to earn them the top spot on Ava's shit-list. Those fucking evil bastards, they were going to die today, there was no doubt in her mind. Why worry about anything else? If anyone could make this psychotic plan work, it was her and Charon.
"The SatCom is up ahead," Charon yelled above the wind and sound of the motor.
"The Brotherhood dies today!" Ava shouted as she threw her hands up in the air.
"Too fuckin' right," Charon muttered to himself.
Charon slid to a stop at the SatCom tower and he and Ava were met with a hail of gunfire. Without missing a beat, Charon ripped his shotgun from the strap across his back and fired upon the platoon of Brotherhood soldiers. Ava whipped out her Blackhawk, spun it in her hands, and aimed at three different Brotherhood soldiers, shooting them in succession and ending their threat with a bat of her long, feathered eyelashes. Gob's truck barreled to a stop in front of their motorcycle and the ramp was kicked down by Tulip and Defender Morgan with a bang as Ava and Charon's soldiers funneled out of the truck and MacCready shot eagerly from his window.
"Ava, get inside the tower and climb out to the dish! There is a box there, just flip the switch!" Charon shouted as he handed her a battered, aging radio. "And call Des on this, tell him to fire when you flip it!"
Charon got off the bike and marched toward the Brotherhood soldiers, shooting shell after shell at the enemy as the others joined around him, forming a protective shield for Ava to get to the door. She nearly ripped the metal door off its rusted hinges and bolted inside with MacCready by her side.
"You all right, kid?" Ava asked, wondering why MacCready's face was contorted in fear. The butt of a laser rifle slammed into Ava's face and sent her to the ground with a groan of pain.
"I can't let you do this Ava!" shouted a familiar voice. Ava craned her neck and found herself staring at the blonde head of Elder Sarah Lyons. She only had a few years on the vault girl, but she had aged much more quickly. There were several heavy lines etched onto her cheeks and around her mouth and forehead.
"Damn bitch," Ava whispered. "You've aged horribly."
"Get up," Sarah muttered.
"No, I like the floor, thanks," snapped Ava.
MacCready was pinned by the door by several Brotherhood soldiers and the backs of his hands were pressed against the cold wall. He counted the soldiers, five in total, not including the blonde bitch who blindsided his Mom. Pops had run this scenario over with MacCready before. It could be done with ease If Mom distracted the goons well enough, then he could get rid of them and help her flip that switch. It was way too fuckin' easy. Kick the guy in front of him, right smack in the balls, elbow the asshole on the left, take his gun. Smash it into the soldier on the right, and finally, shoot the soldier standing between himself and his mother. Mom could kill the blonde bitch…he didn't like killing girls anyway, not after what Pops had taught him.
"Mom! You can do better than this…come on!" MacCready shouted with a grin.
"What's wrong, Sarah? Did I hit a nerve? Heh, is that why Gallows refused you? Because you're too fucking ugly to melt the ice around him?" Ava taunted.
Sarah shook and her aim at Ava wavered for a moment. She would not let the vault girl get to her with such petty remarks…
"Shut up, Ava," Sarah growled.
Ava laughed, quietly at first, and then so loud it vibrated off the walls inside the tower. Her smile was devious, and it was enough to force MacCready to look away from it. "Sarah, Sarah, Sarah…you are a fucking moron, aren't you? You have the person you hate the most on the floor in front of you, and you haven't shot yet…fucking pathetic if you ask me. I would have shot me by now."
"Mom! What the fuck?" shouted MacCready in surprise. He did not expect his adoptive mother to goad her enemy into shooting her; that wasn't the distraction he was hoping for.
"Shut up R.J.!" Ava bellowed.
"I-I don't hate you Ava, m-my father-" Sarah began.
"Ah yes, your father never thought much of you did he? The Battle for the Purifier, remember that?" Ava asked. She waited for Sarah to nod her head before continuing. "He didn't trust you to go into battle, not until Charon and I showed up to save your asses. And don't you fucking think I didn't notice the look on your face when Charon started the Purifier…I bet no man has ever tried to give their life to spare yours, eh? Not Gallows, not Vargas…and certainly not Phillip."
Sarah clenched her teeth at the sound of McGraw's name. There were those rumors that she hoped weren't true…that he was the one who brought Ava into the Outcasts…and that he wanted to marry her.
"Yep, McGraw left your ass in the dust and you were too stupid to follow…and then he was mine. Isn't that funny, Sarah? All the men you've loved…they wanted me more. McGraw was one of my best friends, ready to marry me, your father trusted me to finish the off the Enclave and not you and even Gallows…" Ava explained with a glint in her eye. "Heh, even Gallows tried to get in my pants when he captured us…I guess I'm good enough to get him off. He was a horrible kisser by the way; too much tongue."
"AVA STOP TALKING!" Sarah screamed.
"Gallows didn't think about my husband snapping his neck for that, though. Did you know Charon almost twisted his head completely around?" Ava said with a twisted smile. "You know, for touching me. He never touched you."
"I'm going to kill you for that," Sarah shouted loudly.
"Yeah, I bet you've never killed anyone with your bare hands before. I've killed so many…I guess I'm better than you in that regard as well. You Brotherhood types are such pussies; afraid to get your hands dirty when it fuckin' COUNTS!" Ava said with a sneer.
Sarah screamed and threw her gun aside before throwing herself on Ava, her fists flying. "You fucking bitch! You killed him!"
"Ava? Charon? The Brotherhood is here…I can hear them outside," grunted Desmond over the radio. "They're trying to get inside the bunker, so you better hurry the fuck up!
"That's my cue Lyons; we're sending you to Hell!" Ava snarled, bending a few of Sarah's fingers backward and snapping them. The five soldiers guarding MacCready turned and made the fatal mistake of taking their eyes off of the young man.
MacCready smirked and made his move. His foot flew forward and kicked the soldier in front of him. He elbowed the soldier on his right, ripped the laser gun from his hands, cracked the soldier's head open on his left, and shot all of the soldiers dead. Ava backhanded Lyons and sent her sprawling as MacCready sped forward and took his mother's hand while she grabbed the radio off the floor, but not before Ava slammed her steel-toed boot on Sarah's leg, crushing the bones beneath it.
"Come on, Uncle Des said to fucking hurry!" MacCready shouted. Sarah had started to crawl up the stairs behind Ava and himself.
"Des, talk to me!" Ava yelled into the radio. She and MacCready climbed up the steps two at a time and heard the door below them break open. MacCready pointed both his rifle and the laser rifle and glanced over the railing. Charon had burst in, trying to fend off four Brotherhood soldiers on his own.
"AVA! YOU BETTER BE UP THERE OR I AM GOING TO BE PISSED OFF!" Charon bellowed.
"I'm going as fast as I can!" she screamed as MacCready fought with the door's handle at the top of the stairs.
"GO…" Charon grabbed a Brotherhood soldier, and using him as a human shield, shot at the soldiers that were filing through the door. "…GO FASTER DAMN IT!"
Gob appeared in the doorway, blood gushing down his arm, and pulled a soldier off of Charon with a single hand while slamming his other fist into the soldier's face. Ava shoved MacCready away from the door, shot the handle off and kicked the door open. Sarah was making it up the stairs quickly and MacCready pushed Ava through the open doorway, to the final ladder that led to the dish itself.
"Des, I'm almost there, just give me a minute!" Ava shouted into the radio.
"That may well be the minute we don't have, Smoothskin," Desmond's ragged voice answered.
"Go, I'll keep her from coming!" MacCready began to shout but he was cut short by Sarah Lyons and another soldier who managed to get away from Charon and Gob. MacCready wrestled with them both as Ava tried to climb up the final ladder. "MOM GO!"
Ava felt her fingers on the latch of the dish itself when she was yanked downward by a pair of hands.
"I won't let you kill us!" Sarah shouted, trying to restrain Ava.
Ava kicked out her legs and nailed the soldier standing beside Sarah in the jaw. "Get your fucking hands off me!"
She pushed open the hatch and scrambled out onto the satellite dish. Sarah and several other soldiers followed behind her, along with MacCready and Charon, who was snarling like that beast that lived deep inside of his mind. There was the switch, hanging near the edge of the dish only about fifteen or twenty feet away from where she stood. Ava made a run for the switch but Sarah threw herself at her legs, throwing them to the ground. Still, Ava found the strength to pull herself closer to the switch, even with the added weight of Sarah.
"AVA THEY'RE FUCKING BREAKING DOWN THE DOOR. HURRY!" screamed Roy over her radio. Ava struggled to reach the switch but she could barely brush the box with her fingers.
"POPS HELP ME!" MacCready shouted.
The ghoul killed two of the soldiers with the last two shotgun shells he had and he looked beside him, and saw that several soldiers were trying to push MacCready off the dish. The ghoul snarled and leapt for them, giving his son the chance to fight back.
"I'm coming Ava! Give me a second here!" he answered as the remaining soldiers attacked him.
"No time! Desmond and Roy can barely hold them back for much longer!" Ava yelled back. That fucking switch; she needed to reach it.
Desmond calmed himself for a moment and found the time to light a cigarette, and also turn on a record player that sat on the desk beside the computer monitor. He sat at the desk and rested his hand over the enter key. All Ava had to do was flip a simple switch. Dogmeat growled at his feet with his teeth bared towards the door and the hair on his back raised up. Roy's feral ghouls seemed restless, and Desmond hoped they could soon satisfy their need for blood.
"The fuck are you doing?" Roy screamed.
"Playing the 1812 Overture…it is a fine piece and fits this moment perfectly. I hope the missiles go off in tune with the music," said Desmond. His free hand swayed with the sounds of the orchestra, as if he were directing the entire piece and everything that was happening around him.
"You're a sick piece of work, Des, but what the fuck are we gonna do if they don't flip that switch?" Roy called out.
"I have the upmost confidence in them. They never fail," said Desmond quietly. Dogmeat growled and Desmond patted the dog's head soothingly. "In a few moments, pup, and then I want you to tear them apart for me…"
The door to the bunker opened briefly, but Roy was stronger than all of the Brotherhood soldiers pushing against it.
"You won't get away with this!" screamed a Paladin from beyond the crack.
"We already are, human…" Roy sneered.
"WE EAT PIECES OF SHIT LIKE YOU FOR BREAKFAST!" screamed another soldier.
Roy and Desmond both laughed heartily at this remark and Roy answered, "Ya'll eat pieces of shit?"
A soldier stuck his arm through the cracked door and Roy slammed his open hand against it, cracking the bones in the man's forearm. The soldier screamed in utter agony and Roy coughed out another laugh.
"I'm sorry, did that hurt, fuck face?" he asked as Desmond laughed even louder than before.
"Charon, the switch! I can't reach it!" Ava cried out.
"Ava, don't do this!" Sarah shouted.
"Shut up bitch! I'm going the blow the Citadel to hell where it belongs!" she snarled viciously.
"MacCready, help Uncle Gob!" shouted Charon. His son nodded and slid down the ladder with a victorious whoop.
Charon threw the soldiers off his back with a roar and they pummeled off the edge of the dish. Charon then leapt forward, throwing himself at Sarah. She screamed in agony as he grabbed the bone that stuck out of her leg and a sickly grin crept onto his face.
"They're coming through the door. There's too many now for Roy to hold back," said Desmond's cold voice crackling over the radio.
"F-fuck, I can't...I can't reach!" Ava cried. She strained against Sarah's grip on her ankle and she felt her skin bruising beneath the armor. Charon snarled as he plunged his blade into Sarah's thigh.
"Get away from them!" Charon bellowed.
"Them?" Sarah asked in a high voice.
"She carries my children," Charon growled with a smirk.
"I didn't want any of this! I didn't want to hurt your family! It was Rothchild!" shouted Sarah.
"It's too late for that Lyons! You allowed Rothchild to do all this! To go after my wife, after my children! For that, you must die..." Charon said.
"AVA DON'T!" Sarah screamed, turning her attention back to the girl she held.
"They've broken down the door," Desmond announced. Ava could hear the growls of the ferals, her beloved dog's snarls and the sound of gunfire just as the Elder loosened her grip enough for Ava's fingers to flip the switch.
"FIRE FIRE FIRE!" Ava bellowed into the radio.
Over the commotion, Ava heard Desmond's hand slam onto the keyboard and Charon pulled himself up, stabbing Sarah through the heart. Several missiles launched and arced towards the Citadel. Ava jumped up and felt her jaw drop as they hit their target. Charon wiped his brow free from sweat and joined his wife as shockwaves washed over them along with a raging cloud of sand and dust. Suddenly, hundreds of missiles began to pepper the Citadel and Ava's hand flew to her mouth in awe.
"Uncle Gob!" shouted MacCready, who was now standing just outside the entrance to the tower beside Tulip and Defender Rockfowl. Gob looked up and threw his arms up in victory. A Brotherhood soldier crawled towards his gun and MacCready wasted no time ripping the gun away and slamming the butt into the man's neck. His body jerked for a moment and then lay still. MacCready smiled and spat at the corpse.
"Mom and Pops are insane!" MacCready yelled above the noise and he pulled his goggles over his eyes with a grin. He threw his arms in the air, and his cries of joy, along with Gob's and the other soldiers, were heard for miles over the Wasteland.
Harkness smiled as he heard the whine of approaching missiles. He looked back at the Rivet City officers that had gathered behind him and shouted, "The Outcasts have succeeded. Let's get inside and make sure everyone stays inside!"
He pulled the heavy metal door shut just as the first missile slammed into the Citadel.
"Man, I will never get on her bad side," Harkness muttered to himself.
Scribe Rothchild heard the screams of missiles and turned his head to see hundreds of them destroying the place he had called his home for many years of his life. The color drained from the old man's face and a few of the soldiers around him dropped their guns to the ground in shock.
"S-Sir?" asked Vargas. "We must get you somewhere safe."
"No," answered Scribe Rothchild with a grim face. "The Vault Girl wants a war, does she not? I will give her one."
"So what is your plan?" asked Vargas.
"We know Ava has an army greater than the Outcasts behind her, along with a Second-In-Command who would be capable of leading that army against us, even if we killed the ghoul Battlemaster and his army. She would not leave such a thing to chance...because as much as I hate to admit it, she is not a brainless fool," said Rothchild.
"Who is it, Sir?" asked Vargas.
"It could only be one man...the one man that fool Lyons never made sure was indeed dead and rotting," answered Rothchil with disgust.
"No...it couldn't be...it couldn't be Ashur!" Vargas shouted. "Ashur is fucking dead! Lyons said he was crushed beneath a collapsing building!"
"It is quite obvious that he is not dead, you fool. There is no man up to par in insanity with Ava Flint and the ghoul Battlemaster, none except for Ashur! He was worse than McGraw and Casdin combined!" shouted Rothchild.
"So..." Vargas began.
"Take me to the Pitt...and Ava will follow," Rothchild ordered.
Scribe Rothchild and his soldiers climbed onto the numerous vertibirds and off they flew, towards the Pitt, to make the final stand against the Vault Girl and her despicable minions.
"I said I'd give you fireworks…and these are fireworks," said Charon. They watched as the Citadel was completely leveled within minutes.
Ava pressed a button on her radio and asked, "How's Roy and Dogmeat?"
"They're fine. The Brotherhood wasn't expecting a horde of ferals waiting for them. Dogmeat got shot, but I gave him a stimpak. He tore the leg off this one bloke who went right for me. Crazy fuckin' dog," Desmond answered. "We got some bigger problems…Aries said one of the Brotherhood soldiers they captured said Rothchild and some of his army were headed towards the Pitt, to kill Ashur. Guess he figured out who your Second-In-Command could be."
Charon took the radio from Ava's hands and asked, "Did Winthrop repair those trucks of ours yet?"
"Yes, Battlemaster. He works well under pressure, and that super mutant friend of yours, Fawkes, made sure not a bloody thing came near him," Desmond answered.
"So we go to the Pitt. Prepare the armies…tell them to meet us at the tunnel that leads there," Ava quipped. She glanced at Charon and asked, "Ready to finish them off?"
Her ghoul wrapped his arm around her waist with a smile and nodded his head. It was a time both of them had been looking forward to, ever since they walked away from the Citadel and Elder Lyons two years prior. There was nothing compared to the feeling of finally getting rid of your demons for good.
