Stealth
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Chapter Three: Mission Statement
Brotherhood of Steel Base Chackton was the only home Stealth had really ever known. She had been found by a squadron inspecting a village that had been attacked by a group of Raiders that had banded together. The Raiders had killed anyone they could find; taken anything of value and disappeared back to where they
had came from. Stealth was the only survivor the squadron had found, and she had only been found because her howling cries lead them to her. She was then taken to Base Chackton, and raised by one of the Scribes there, who was now the chief medical Scribe. Stealth could remember none of this; she couldn't remember anything before the age of eight. Her first memories were of stealing the knives from the quartermaster to hunt the rats on the Base with.
Stealth longed to see the man she thought of as her father, and on her platoons arrival at the base she went immediately to see him.
The infirmary was almost empty of patients, and Senior Scribe Barron wasn't busy. When he spotted her he opened his arms for a hug.
"I was beginning to worry you'd forgotten me Stealth." He said. Stealth wasn't a first name. Or a last name. It was her only name. She'd inherited it at the base, seen as no one knew the name she had been given at birth. At first Almond had fought the name, he thought she should have had a first and last name like everybody else, but it fit her, so he just let it be.
"You talk like a fool old man." She said affectionately.
"I here you put a request in to be transferred to Crowning Ranges. Could you get any further away?" He sighed.
"I've lived at this base for twenty years. I think maybe I could use a change." Almond nodded.
"Yes, yes, you could be right. Have you slept yet? You look tired. You need rest." Stealth smiled and headed towards the dormitory.
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"Jackson, Leroy, Stealth, Jenkins, Randal and Garson. I have been requested to loan my best platoon to Crowning Ranges. The platoon that is being borrowed is platoon 011. Your mission is to travel to Crowning Ranges and investigate the disappearance of members of the surrounding community…"
It had only been a week since their return at the base and the entire platoon was complaining about receiving a mission so soon. Aside from Stealth, who wasn't complaining for two reasons: One, she never complained about anything and two, she had wanted to go to Crowning Ranges anyway. This way she'd get to check it out first.
They had been told to leave immediately, so they headed for the vehicle garage.
Almond was waiting by the trucks.
"I heard you have to go." He said.
"It's true, I may be a while." She responded. Stealth never could work out why he found out everything so quickly.
Almond pulled out of his white jacket an old hunting knife.
"One of the electricians found it hidden in the walls. I brought it for you for luck." He said giving it to Stealth. She remembered the day she'd hidden it there. She had been about ten and was pretending the base had been over run by hideous radiated monsters. She remembered hiding all sorts of weapons everywhere just incase the base really was overrun by hideous radiated monsters. She smiled at her oldest friend, said goodbye and climbed inside a truck.