Walking into Covenant, Mason noticed how pristine everything looked as if the bombs hadn't dropped. The only thing to indicate them falling were the clothes the people were wearing, and while it seemed like a lovely town, something felt off. It wasn't natural for people to be this nice two hundred years after bombs falling. Nearing a store, a man with leather armor and a blue shirt approached Mason.
"Need help?" Mason asked, cautious of the man.
"You from around her? Hope not, I've had enough of these hicks."
No, but Mason found it odd that the man seemed troubled by something. "Got a problem with these people?"
"All the fake smiles and the fancy talking puts me on edge. Sooner I'm out of here, the better. You know anything about Stockton's Caravan?" the man asked, Mason not being able to say yes to that.
"Can't say I do," Mason answered, scratching the back of his neck. Were normal mosquitoes a thing?
"I just can't catch a break," the man sighed before continuing. "I signed on with Old Man Stockton to find his lost caravan. What's left is just outside of town. Their last stop was here, so I've been trying to put together the story. But I keep getting the run-around." The man thought about something for a minute before saying, "I got a proposal for you. Help me find Stockton's people and we split the reward. At least one survivor walked out of that massacre. And I intend to make good on my contract."
"Who are we lookin' for," Mason asked. "Need to know the details."
"The big one is Stockton's daughter, Amelia. I didn't find any bodies of the feminine persuasion. So, uh, there's hope. If we find her, Stockton's offering a heap of caps."
That was… interesting. Stockton's daughter was involved, and this guy couldn't find her body. Mason knew that these people should at least have an idea of what happened. They didn't have an excuse.
"Fils de pute. I'm in," Mason told him, hoping he'd be able to save one person.
"Here's all I got on the caravan," the man said, handing Mason some details on the caravan. Pocketing the information away, Mason listened to what the man had to say. "I don't got proof, but Covenant's involved. Somehow. I'll keep poking around. But let me know if you find anything."
Mason walked into the store with the man walking away, stepping up to the woman behind the counter.
"I hope Swanson didn't give you too hard a time at the gate. If you ask me, I think he takes his job too seriously." He was wondering what the guy's name was. Would've been nice to learn from him instead of this woman. "But welcome! Everyone around here calls me Mrs. Fitzgerald. But you, cutey, can call me Penny."
"Don't call me that," Mason muttered. "You're too chipper." Her attitude wasn't natural. A small settlement like this, they likely act like any other settler regardless of protection.
"Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed, Mr. Grumpy Pants. You here to shop? I'll make sure to give you a good price."
Mason didn't wake up in a bed; he woke up on a bench. Even then, she was too cheerful for this place. "Alright," Mason said, looking through what she had.
"Best deals around," Mrs. Fitzgerald said, as Mason began setting what he'd buy and what he'd sell on the counter. He had decided to pick up a combat helmet called the 'Destroyers' helmet, a shotgun called 'Justice,' and a few pieces of armor and shells. Selling her ammunition that was unnecessary, leather armor that was useless, and a few guns and grenades he didn't need, Mason only had enough due to what he sold.
"Enjoy your stay," Penny said, her tone already annoying Mason as he put the stuff away.
"Got time for some questions," Mason asked her, taking his helmet off.
"For you, certainly," Penny answered, making Mason uncomfortable.
"Know anything about a missing caravan?" Mason asked, getting straight to the point.
"You've been talking to Mr. Dan. I don't know what he's carrying on about. He's just stirring the pot if you ask me."
So she liked to gossip. Made it a bit easier since Mason used to run this rodeo with his sister when she started middle school.
"Yeah. He has such an attitude," Mason responded, buttering the woman up.
"I know! He's so smug. And Dan thinks he's the one helping people. He wouldn't know the first thing about making the Commonwealth a better, safer place."
Well, neither did they. Probably spend all their time behind walls, and even then, those won't protect them from everything. But screw it, Mason would have to suck up his pride.
"He should be thankful you let him in," Mason told her, a fake smile on his face.
"Instead, he stomps around interrogating people. If the Compound did do something to his precious caravan, they had reasons for it. Better reasons than a man like him… Hmm…" That was interesting. Mason had to find a Compound. "You know what, honey, I… I was just shooting off at the mouth. Just forget anything I said about that. And…. and the Compound. I have to go."
"Ain't gonna forget about that," Mason whispered to her before walking out of the store. "Thanks for the info."
Leaving the store, Mason slipped some keys into his pocket, making sure the woman didn't see. Looking for someone to talk to, he noticed a jumpy and frantic woman, which Mason could use.
"Oh, I heard about you. You're the stranger." Well, Mason thought that was nice.
"Got time for questions?"
"If it'll help, sure."
"Does Covenant have some sort of problem with synths?" Mason questioned, concerned as to why they'd kidnap anyone.
She jumped, saying, "Synths? I mean, no. The test makes sure none of… those. Get in here. They promised."
Time to put his lousy lying skills to the test. "Swanson told me the test isn't perfect. And Dan is acting real… suspicious."
So that was the guy's name. "You think Dan is one of them? He has been asking a lot of questions about the caravan."
No, but it'd get her to talk.
"Dan all but told me he's working for the Institute. I don't want him to hurt you or your friends." Now that was a half-truth. The guy didn't bring the Institute, but Mason didn't want them hurt if they were innocent, but from what he'd gathered, wasn't looking good.
"Oh my god, oh my god. If he finds out about the survivors and the Compound then everything could be ruined. I have to go tell someone."
That confirmed they knew what happened, but not who they were. While it's what he knew about, Mason also knew there could be other survivors from other things. Telling the others to stay in Covenant while he went to check the caravan, Mason left his armor with them in his bag so he wouldn't fight anything.
Searching the bodies by the caravan, Mason couldn't find anything on the bodies but made sure they got buried. It took him a few hours, but after burying them, he was going to leave before noticing a cooler.
"Deezer's Lemonade," Mason read off the bottle, a noticeable growl emitting from him. Knew he needed them to stay in Covenant. Crushing the bottle in his hand, Mason threw it to the side, almost walking back to the place before seeing blood on the ground leading to Covenant.
"Involving innocents," Mason growled, fists clenched, his anger reaching a new height. Storming back to Covenant, Mason put on a fake smile, entering the locked house when no one was looking.
Closing the door behind him, Mason looked around the room, looking for something to help. Finding what was likely a password, Mason walked back out to Dan, putting the note in his pocket.
"Dan," Mason said, approaching the man.
"This whole place has got me on edge. I hope you found something on the caravan."
"There's a Compound. caravan survivors may be there," Mason revealed to him.
"Great, now we just need to find it. If anyone would know where this Compound is it'd be Jacob. He runs this town. But he doesn't have the best memory. I saw him once reading a slip of paper while entering his password. Maybe you can find that?"
"Got it already," Mason told him, a stern look on his face as he showed him the folded paper. "Talk later once I've found out more."
Leaving Dan waiting, Mason went into the building at the head of the houses, finding a terminal inside. Making sure no one could see him, he closed the door behind him, sitting in front of the terminal. Using the password to unlock it, Mason couldn't find anything about a Compound but read a fisherman report about a pipe, perfect for Mason. Logging out, Mason exited the place and went to Dan.
"You find anything about the caravan?" he asked.
"The Compound, sewer pipes on the other side of the river," Mason whispered into his ear, making sure no one heard him.
"That's what I like to hear. We're in business. I'll meet you there, and we'll rescue ourselves some caravan hands."
As Dan headed to the Compound, Mason grabbed Heather, Curie, and Dogmeat. Heading to the place, Jacob stopped Mason as he was putting his armor on.
"Heya, stranger. It's no secret you've been poking around. Not very neighborly of you if you ask me." Mason wondered what this guy knew about being neighborly? They kidnapped and lied about caravan hands. Didn't matter the cause; there's no way to justify that. "I know you think you're doing the right thing. Just don't make any decisions you'll regret."
"I know your secret Compound is behind what happened to the caravan," Mason revealed to him as he stared down at the man, Jacob shaking from his glare.
"Supposing, hypothetically, we are. We wouldn't do anything unless we had good reasons. The best. Tell you what, you just stop this investigation and I'll give you a gift. One hundred caps. And then you'd be welcome back here as our friend any time."
People always thought they had the best intentions in mind. Kidnapping people wasn't the way to go about things. Unethical and immoral. May have good intentions, but they were definitely going about it the wrong way.
"Let's say there's room for compromise? I get the survivors and we stay… friends," Mason said, forcing the last word out his mouth. "Gotta know more."
"That's a tall order. A deal like that, well, that's above my pay grade. Tell you what. I'll let the Compound know you're coming. Then you can make your case to them. Good luck."
Walking out the gate, Mason slammed the doors to Covenant, breaking a door off its hinges. Reaching the river with the others, they swam across, taking Rad-X beforehand. Reaching the sewer, they step inside the gate.
Waiting a few minutes to catch their breath, Mason put on his helmet, getting ready to continue forward. When Dan says they'll follow his lead, they walk in, running into three people with a turret.
"Just because Jacob vouched for you doesn't mean you can enter the Compound. Why should I let you in?" a man asked, pointing a gun at Mason.
"Take me to who's in charge," Mason demanded, voice promising pain. "Don't want to kill anyone, but if we can't come to an arrangement, I won't have a choice."
"We'll see," the man said, squinting his eyes. "I'll take you to Doctor Chambers. She can decide what to do with you."
Following the man, at one point, he stopped to talk to a man torturing someone, making it clear he was an immoral sadist, one of Mason's least favorite types because they attacked people who didn't do anything to deserve it.
"Torture? They're sick. Just give me the signal," Dan said behind Mason, and he gestured to be on guard in case they had to fight, keeping a hand on his pistol.
Walking through the place, Mason studies the layout, figuring out where to get in cover, where to shoot, things he could use in a fight.
When a man extends a platform, they walk through a series of stairs, a few of the guards backing away as Mason walks by. Walking into a room with cages, he meets the woman behind this, seeing another in a cage. Keeping a hand on his pistol, Mason's blood boiled, fist clenched, veins popping from his arms.
"So the one investigating Stockton's caravan has arrived. Do you even know that his supposed daughter is in all likelihood a synth?" the woman said.
"I'd rather resolve this as peacefully as possible," Mason told her. However, he wanted to put a bullet between her eyes. Fortunately, most of his wounds had healed, so he could handle a firefight, though he didn't want to reopen the old ones.
"As would I," she says in a condescending tone, annoying Mason since a bully had used that tone a lot with his sister in school. "Let me pose a question to you. What would you do if your family was destroyed by a synth, right in front of you when you were but a child? Would you roll over and accept it? Or would you do something about it?"
"I'm in that state right now, you piece of merde," Mason growled, making the old lady and man take a step back, visibly shaken by his actions. "But unlike you, I haven't resorted to torturing innocent people."
"Casualties are inevitable. It may not look like it but we're at war. As long as the Institute walks invisibly amongst us, they strike without warning and control us from the shadows. I've dedicated my life to devising a test to detect these hidden synths. To root them out, so they can be extinguished. Isn't that a goal worth fighting for?"
"Doubt all synths are bad, you racist bigot," Mason responded, patience wearing thin.
"They most certainly are. But we have to find them first. A living synth is indistinguishable from a human by any medical test yet devised. But, it turns out, psychology can detect a difference. Enter the SAFE test. The test is in its infancy, but through sacrifice and perseverance our success rate is improving."
"Your methods are putain de primitif," Mason barked, making the man raise his weapon in alarm. "Torturing innocent people, what do you hope to achieve here?"
"To improve the SAFE test intense psychological pressure must be applied to our test subjects. It is distasteful but necessary. Covenant is many things. A refuge for the broken people left in the wake of the Institute's rampages. A place of safety and healing. But most importantly, it is our one chance to end this age of paranoia. I will make you a deal. If you let me dispose of Stockton's synth and continue our work, I'll match whatever you were offered."
"I've had my fill of crazy on this contract. No deal," Dan responded, clearly ticked at the woman.
"Fortunate for me, I wasn't talking to you."
"You side with this nut job, and we're going to have a serious, deadly, problem," Dan threatened, which didn't bother Mason because there was no way he was going to let them kill anyone who had a fifty-fifty chance of being human or synth.
"Spare the girl, and you'll live," Mason threatened, making the doctor step back, the man moving his finger to the trigger.
"I… Impossible," the woman stuttered. "The odds are too great she's an Institute infiltrator. Even if she is an unfortunate victim in this war, sparing her can compromise everything."
"Well, unfortunately for you," Mason glared, hand on his pistol. "I'm not letting you kill her."
Drawing his pistol, Mason blew the man's head off before shooting the doctor in the head, putting a bullet between her eyes.
"Stay here, protect the girl," Mason commanded, making them step back from the intensity. They wanted to argue, but one turn from Mason stopped them. Mason pulled out his rifle and turned towards the entrance, putting his pistol away. "Predator, meet hunter."
Charging forward, when the first person tried to shoot Mason from around the corner, Mason took off their hand. Shooting the man in the head as he passed him, he turned quickly to shoot another. Turning, Mason ran around the corner, slamming the rifle stock into a guard's chin. He put a foot on their stomach and shot them in the head, moving forward.
"Stop hiding!" Mason yelled, shooting another peering from around a corner.
"What the fuck?" one of the guards in the testing room yelled, hearing gunfire. "What the hell is happening?"
"The guy Manny took in is shooting everyone," another guard yelled, running to join the fight. "Hold position!"
The guard watched the man run to join; before seeing the man get sent flying back into the wall, gun dropped. Hearing the turret explode, the man rushed to the fight. Picking up his weapon, the guard ran, and after turning, he backed up, seeing a mountain of blood stalk towards him. Raising his weapon, he opened fire. Seeing a few of his shots hit, the guard felt joy when it staggered back before it shrugged the shots off, stepping towards the man. Going to reload his weapon, the man lifted him off the ground, back to the wall.
"Pick a god and pray," the creature growled, pulling out its pistol. The guard shut his eyes, waiting for the shot. After hearing the shot, he waited a few seconds, waiting for the pain. Opening his eyes, he saw the man had shot the other guard, shooting the man in the throat.
"The Commonwealth… will… kill… you for… this," the guard gasped, airflow getting cut off.
"If the Commonwealth makes me its enemy, I'll burn it to the core," Mason growled before he pressed his pistol to the man's stomach. Pulling the trigger, he dropped the man, stepping away from the body. Holstering his pistol, Mason began to storm the way he came, reaching the room Blythe was in. Mason kicked when the guard began to open the door, hitting the man in the face. Grabbing the guard by the vest, he lifted him off the ground, and using his free hand, ripped out his vocal cords.
Seeing Blyke, he threw the tissue at him, shocking out of his stupor as he moved to avoid them. Unfortunately, he moved closer towards Mason, who grabbed him by the shirt once in reach. Throwing him to the ground, he placed a foot on his back.
"Make better choices next time," Mason growled before slamming his knee into the back of his head. When he felt the man try to get up, he grabbed him by the back of the head before slamming it into the ground three times, making him unrecognizable.
Swinging most of the blood off his gloves, Mason pulled out Overseer's and marched to the entrance, firing three rounds into the turret. Ducking behind a pipe when the two guards began firing, Mason put Overseer's away, taking deep breaths, anger getting higher.
Hearing their magazines drop as they reload their weapons, Mason charges the nearest one, who tried to bash him with his gun. Blocking the rifle, Mason pushed it away before punching the man, sending a fist into his face. Not letting him go, Mason grabbed him by the vest before slamming his helmet into the man's face. Dropping the body to the ground, he felt something hit his back and turned to see the other guard had pulled out a pipe pistol.
"Need bigger guns," Mason growled. Tired of dealing with these people, Mason pulled out his pistol and shot him in the face, sending him to join his friends. Breathing heavily, Mason stood there for a minute, recollecting himself. Holstering his pistol, Mason turned to go back, seeing what he'd done as he walked back.
"Unfortunately," Mason said, walking back into the room. "They wouldn't let the girl go."
Walking up to the cell with the woman, she begged Mason to let her out as he placed his hands on the bar. He took a deep breath and began to pull them apart, large enough for someone to walk through. Dan and the woman stepped back, while Heather was visibly surprised.
Releasing the bars, Mason turned to Dan. "Nice working with ya."
"Likewise, Glad you were on my side. Here's your cut of the reward. I'll get my half from Stockton. Been a pleasure," Dan said, turning to escort Amelia to her father.
"And I get to unalive some people," Mason remarked, making sure his weapons were loaded. Leaving the place, Mason grabbed the diffusion core from the generator and collected the blood-soaked armor and weapons, putting them in two duffel bags he found down there. Walking out of the place, Mason had the others take the long way, having Curie carry the duffel bags after he strapped them to her. Turning toward Covenant, Mason pulled out and aimed Overseer's at the two twin turrets. Mason pulled the trigger three times and took out one turret before turning to the other. Mason took a deep breath before starting his swim, putting the rifle away.
Reaching the other side of the river, some of the people had come out ready for a fight. Seeing Mason walk calmly out of the river, a few took a step back as he put his hand on his pistol, two dropping their weapons.
"Wasn't room for compromise," Mason snarled before charging. When a few try to regain their senses, they try to fire. When Mason grabbed Swanson by the throat, he stopped them from firing, holding the man in front of him.
"Guess you have some morals," Mason growled, pulling out his pistol, pressing it to Swanson's stomach. "But they won't save you."
Pulling the trigger, Mason dropped Swanson, kicking his gun away, leaving the man to bleed out. Mason kept his body low, the bullets hitting his helmet and armor when they fired again. Ramming into Jacob, Mason lifted the man off the ground, back into the settlement wall. Swinging back, Mason hit one of them in the throat, making them fall while gasping for air. Holding his weapon to Jackob, he growled.
"Should've taken the deal." Dropping the body, Mason put his pistol away, pulling out his rifle. "Come at me!"
Slamming the stock into the jaw of one, Mason slammed it into their face, breaking their nose. Shooting down two more, a few bullets had grazed his arms and legs, though the wounds weren't life-threatening.
"No better than raiders!" Mason yelled, shooting another in the head. "Torturing innocents! How do you justify putain de paranoïa?"
Hitting Brian in the stomach, Mason roared as he hit him in the face, breaking his nose. Looking around, Mason's anger began to subside, being replaced by something new. But what he didn't know. Taking off his helmet, Mason began to breathe heavily, falling to his knees, helmet falling beside him. Looking up into the sky, tears began to fall, something he didn't care about.
Heather had to drag Mason into Covenant, getting him out of his armor and into a bed. That night, Mason's head was filled with their faces, the settlers not leaving his head. He didn't know the name of most raiders, or they had horrible reasons for doing horrible stuff. But if it weren't for how these people were going to achieve their goal, he would've left them alive.
Dragging himself out of bed the next day, Mason found himself standing by the river. Standing there, Mason sighed as he looked into the river. Heather came out to try to get him, and while he went back, he didn't get ready to move. He moved the bodies from the previous night, putting them into one pile. Would've taken too long to bury them all. Mason lit a match after pouring gasoline on them, throwing it onto the pile. Watching the bodies burn, something felt off to Mason. Not like something was going to attack him, but something was wrong with him. Never had to do anything like this in the army.
Mason marked it down as they passed by a memorial bridge, continuing towards a boathouse. As Mason grabbed bloodbugs infesting the place, Heather and Curie would shoot them while Dogmeat tore some to pieces.
"Stop struggling," Mason muttered, dodging a stinger of a large one. "It'll end faster." Grabbing the bug by the stinger, Mason slammed it to the ground before stomping on it.
Finding a functioning workbench, Mason left all their junk they wouldn't need to carry, making sure to remember to grab what he could on the way back. Needed to make a machine between here and Zimonja.
Remembering a neighborhood near the place, Mason led them to it, finding Super Mutants infesting the place. Sighing, Mason put his helmet on, getting ready to clear the place out. Needed to if the Commonwealth was to get rebuilt. Making sure his gloves were on, Mason walked up to Heather.
"Super Mutants," Mason informed her, a look of concern on her face. "Don't know how many, don't care. Gonna clear 'em out."
Jumping over a fence before she can say anything, a mutant yells when it sees Mason, alerting the others of his presence.
Charging the mutant, Mason dodged the bullet fire from the gun. Staying in front of the creature to prevent the turret from firing, Mason kicks him in the stomach, following with a high kick when it hunches over. Knocking the creature into the turret, Mason got behind it, grabbing it by the head and lifting it up. Slamming it onto the turret, Mason does this multiple times, the mutant's blood spilling over the sides of the destroyed turret. Releasing the mutant as it died from injuries, Mason felt something hit him in the back. Turning, Mason saw a Super Mutant firing a laser rifle, annoying him.
"Meurs dans un trou!" Mason yelled, bobbing and weaving to get to him. Mason kicked the creature in the knee, avoiding most of the lasers, a few hitting his shoulders and helmet. Breaking it, the mutant roared in pain and anger before Mason punched upward, making him bite off his tongue, and pulled out his pistol to finish the job. He tried to pull the trigger when he held the pistol to the creature's head.
Finding him unable to pull the trigger, the Super Mutant swung its arm, catching Mason in the chest, sending him flying back into a building through a wall. Charging towards Mason, the creature swung down, trying to kill him. Mason brought his arms up and caught the creature's arms, feeling his bones crack from the pressure. Kicking the creature in the groin, he got up, realizing how bad the situation was.
"Die, human!" the creature yelled before charging again. Dropping low, Mason ducked under an incoming swing before getting behind it. Jumping up, Mason brought his elbow onto its head, bringing it to the ground. Kicking it in the groin when it stood, Mason grabbed the back of its head, kneeing it in the face, sending broken bone into its brain. Hearing an explosion, Mason pales and turns.
"Why a missile launcher?" Mason grunts, sliding under a mutant with a board. The board connects with his helmet when the creature swings down, shattering on impact. Grabbing a piece of splintered wood while the creature's confused, Mason stabs the creature in the neck and pulls out, making the creature stumble back, gasping for air.
"There you are," Mason remarked, running towards the one with a missile launcher. Firing a missile at him, Mason slides under the missile, narrowly avoiding it. Flying by and exploding behind him, the force pushing him further. Reaching the mutant, Mason planted his hands on the ground, kicking them in the stomach with both feet. Dropping the launcher, the mutant went to grab Mason before he twisted around, sweeping their legs. When the creature fell, Mason brought his foot down onto their face.
Breathing heavily, Mason sees other Super Mutants visibly shaken by what he did, others fighting Heather and Curie.
"Come on!" Mason yelled, trying to get the Super Mutants to come for him. Didn't need Curie broken, Dogmeat dead, or Heather torn apart. Running towards the nearest one, they open fire, his armor absorbing most of the bullets.
"Ignore it," Mason growled, the impacts threatening to put him down. Sweeping the legs of one, Mason sent a hammerfist into the chest of another. Jumping, Mason brought his elbow down onto one, kicking the other before they could get up.
"Not getting them today," Mason yelled, stomping on the head of the one he kicked. Pulling out his knife, he stabbed the other in the head, realizing that if he couldn't shoot, he'd stab.
Running to one hiding from Heather and Curie behind a house, Mason pushed the gun away when it turned to him. Stabbing the creature in the jaw, the creature lurched back. Kicking him in the groin, they dropped their gun, hunching over. Wrapping his arms around them, Mason dug his feet into the ground and began to yell as he pushed the creature out of the house.
"Die, stupid human!" the mutant yelled, hitting Mason in the back.
"No!" Mason yelled. "I'm sending you to your grave!" Hitting the creature's head on the door frame as he pushed it out of the house, seeing dirt, Mason released the creature before kicking it in the knee, making it stagger into the open.
Breathing heavily after Heather and Curie turned it to ash, they approached him, trying to find something to say before he pulled out a stimpak, injecting it into his arm as the bruises and cracks in his body began to heal.
"Is everything alright?" Heather asked, Mason taking his helmet off to breathe.
"No," Mason said sternly. Taking that as a hint to not ask, Heather started searching the neighborhood with Curie as Mason drank some water.
"I'm sorry," Mason told Heather as they left the place, surprising her. "We're going to… find the man who killed my wife… after we take back the Castle."
"That's not what's bothering you," Heather responded, knowing that wasn't the whole story.
"Not the entire thing, just part of it," Mason said as they approached an energy turbine. "I'll say more in the future, just not now."
Seeing two radroaches by the entrance, Mason runs up and stomps on them, taking them out quickly.
"Got a problem," Mason told Heather, a bloatfly flying around the corner of the room. Shooting its larva at Heather, Mason caught it before it hit her despite knowing she was wearing Power Armor. Throwing it back at the creature, Mason pierced its body, sending it falling to the ground.
Running forward as another one came, Mason grabbed it by the body, holding it in place as Heather shot it with her rifle, turning it to ash.
"Could've gone worse," Mason muttered, climbing down the platform leading to another room. Telling Heather to wait while he went across, her power armor likely to sink in the water, Mason jumped across a gap in the platform.
"And two radroaches," Mason muttered as he killed them. "Could've been mirelurks."
Collecting some ammunition and a combat rifle in the room, Mason found a lockpicking book detailing how to find the sweet spot when picking a lock.
"Guys ready?" Mason asked as they came to the entrance before seeing two Mirelurk Hunters. "Dogmeat, stay back!"
Rolling out of the way of a claw, when Mason got up, a mirelurk spit acid, landing on Mason's armor, eroding it as it slid.
"Eh bien va te faire foutre, salope!" Mason yelled, kicking it in the face. Stomping on one of its legs as it reeled back, Mason took his knife out when it screeched.
"Come on," Mason muttered, the creature charging at him. Leaning back as it swung, the creature narrowly missed Mason before he kicked up, knocking it onto its back. Gripping the handle, Mason drives the knife into the weak point of its stomach, twisting violently.
"You guys ready?" Mason questioned as he stood up, pulling the blade from the hunter's body.
Heading east to a shipyard, Mason heard the sound of wings fluttering and pulled out his knife. Seeing a bloodbug fly out of a shack by the road, it flew at Mason, trying to sting him. Catching it, Mason cut its head off before dropping the body.
Seeing another blood bug on the other side of the shack, Mason sighed. "Another one."
Throwing caution to the wind, Mason gripped his blade and walked slowly, sneaking behind the creature. Jamming the blade into its back, Mason pinned it to the ground.
"These are annoying," Mason grunted, pulling his knife out of the ground. Seeing a Power Armor station, he turned to Heather. "Need to repair your Power Armor?"
"Nope," she smiled, making him sigh in relief.
"Curie, system functionality optimal?" Mason questioned, a bit concerned due to the probability of more bloodbugs in the building. He didn't have repair kits, so he'd have to drag her back to Sanctuary to fix her.
"Yes, monsieur," she responded, making Mason groan.
"What have I said about that," Mason commented before turning to the building. "Let's head inside.
