Drinking some water after he used a stimpak, Mason turned to Heather.
"Ready," Mason asked, receiving a nod of confirmation. Pulling out Overseer's, Mason muttered, "Let's blow some merde up."
Firing two shots, Mason took out the furthest turret, blowing it up as Heather took out the nearest one. Pulling out a grenade as he heard yelling, Mason held the lug in place, waiting to hear footsteps. Hearing Gunners coming, Mason released the lug, tossing it. Hitting the corner of the frame, the grenade got sent towards them, Mason hearing an explosion and more yelling.
"Where is the fucker?!" one of the Gunners yelled
"Don't ask us! We're in the same room as you!"
Going to pull another grenade, Heather shot down one of them.
"You bitch!" one of them yelled from around the corner. "This place will be your grave!"
Pulling out a cryogenic grenade, Mason tossed it, hearing the Gunners complain about the cold as it exploded. Charging forward, Mason rounded the corner, making the two Gunners jump back.
"Super Mutant!" they yelled as Mason grabbed them by their helmets. Slamming them to the ground, Mason knocked the wind out of them, preparing to finish them.
"They're stupid," Mason growled, drilling his fists into their stomachs. Stomping on the man's face, Mason broke his nose, caving his skull in.
"Let me go!" the woman yelled, Mason lifting her off the ground and off her feet.
"Wish granted," Mason growled, releasing her as he hit her jaw, breaking it.
"What the hell is going on down there?" A man yelled from the other room. "Moore, you better not be fucking around again!"
Pulling out a grenade, Mason pulled the pin as he reached the room, tossing the grenade in as he closed the door.
"Mother fu-" someone began to yell before the grenade exploded.
CRACK!
Mason bent his head down as something hit him. Turning, he saw a short man, holding the remains of a pool stick, looking like he had crapped his pants.
"Please, let me- gak!" the man began, Mason grabbing him by the throat, lifting him off the ground.
"Pick a god, and pray," Mason growled, tightening his grip. The man began to struggle, trying to pry Mason's fingers before SNAP!
Dropping the body when he heard the neck snap, Mason bent down to get anything worthwhile off of him. Finding some shotgun shells, he found it odd the man thought it was smarter to hit him with a pool stick over a gun. Guessed he wasn't the smartest of the bunch.
Walking over to the door, Mason had to grip it and push it open, a loud SCHLIIKK noise reverberating throughout the vault, gears grinding each other, metal sliding on metal. Opening it, Mason saw three bodies on the ground, one with their clothing destroyed. Mason got more ammunition searching through their pockets, finding two stimpaks on the one with better gear. The armor was made of metal, feeling sturdy. Mason collected the helmets from the two outside, putting the armor in his bag, meeting up with Heather.
"Sure you're not a Super Mutant?" Heather questioned. "You seem too strong for a human."
"Fairly certain I don't have green skin," Mason remarked. "Besides, being organized doesn't make up for lack of training."
"You should join the Brotherhood. Show the next generation how it's done."
"No," Mason stated, surprising Heather. "Don't trust them. Two people don't represent an entire organization."
Giving Curie all the excess stuff, they wouldn't be weighed down when they fought. Continuing forward, they reached a closed door, Mason hearing something on the other side.
"Damn, what's taking that guy so long?"
"Probably ran into the 'Super Mutant,'" one of the men said mockingly.
"You don't think one got in the vault, right?"
"Are you kidding? There's Andrews and Bolivia's team, along with the five guards outside. Not only that, there are goddamn turrets. No way there's a mutant."
Well, they weren't wrong. Mason wasn't a mutant.
"Bush, go see what's taking them so long."
Hearing someone groan as they walked their way, Mason gestured for Heather to hide with Dogmeat, Curie moving away to stay away from the fight. A man not much shorter than Mason walked out as the door opened, though he was notably thinner. Then again, most people are.
Following him slowly as the door shut behind him, Mason waited for him to turn back. Then, right as the man began to turn around, Mason wrapped his arms around his neck, the guy trying to force Mason to let go. Hearing the door open, Mason got ready to turn around, knowing he'd be fighting.
"Holy shit! Super Mutant!" a woman yelled as she began firing. Turning, Mason wrenched the guy around, holding his body up as the female Gunner shot her friend. Emptying her magazine, Mason dropped the body, charging forward. The woman fumbled to reload before CRUNCH!
Uppercutting the woman, Mason sent flying back, stumbling over the table behind her. Seeing four more people come into the room, Mason looked at their weapons as they pulled them out. One had knuckles, another had a board, and two had bats. Cracking his neck, Mason turned towards them.
"Get hi- ACK!"
Kicking the table, Mason broke the woman's back as she tried to get up before slamming into one with a bat. Blocking a swing from the one with knuckles, Mason stepped inside his reach. Placing a foot behind the man, Mason slid his arm down the man's, hand landing on the chest. Pushing forward, Mason pulled his foot back, flipping the man onto his back.
Unbeknownst to them, Mason had seen the one with a board swinging in Knuckle's glasses. Planting his fists on the ground, Mason kicked back, sending Board into a desk. Standing up, Mason leaned back as Knuckles threw an uppercut, avoiding the punch. Grabbing the man by the shoulders, Mason kicked the man in the groin, putting the man to the ground.
"Mother fuckers!" the one with the board yelled, dropping it as Heather shot his hands, Dogmeat biting his leg. Hooking the man in the face, Mason broke the bone, tearing off skin with it. Grabbing the man he'd kicked before, Mason lifted him off the ground, staring the man in the face.
"First, only I hold that title," Mason growled, referring to the insult. "Second, any last words?"
"Go to hell," the Gunner growled.
"Been there. Ain't nice," Mason grunted, dropping the man before crushing his skull under his boot. Turning to Heather, Mason spoke.
"You hurt anywhere?"
"You kept most of their attention," she responded, scratching the back of her head.
"Alright. I'll check the bodies, you check the room."
Finding a card on that last Gunner, Mason pocketed while picking up the glasses Knuckles had been wearing. He was fortunate that he'd knocked them off. They were nice glasses. Taking the clothing and armor, Mason put them in a duffel bag before giving it to Curie to carry.
"Here," Heather said, placing something in Mason's hands as he took his helmet off. "A little something for your collection."
Raising an eyebrow, Mason looked at what was in his hand before chuckling.
"Thanks," Mason laughed. In his hands was a bobblehead, holding a chemist flask while wearing glasses. Wrapping an arm around Heather, Mason said, "Makes it one step closer to completion."
Releasing her, Mason noticed Dogmeat looking a little sad.
"Don't worry, bud. Ain't forgettin' about you," Mason said, picking him up and giving him a hug, Dogmeat licking his face. Letting Dogmeat go, he walked over to Curie.
"Ain't forgettin' about you either," Mason said, hugging her spherical shape. After finishing, he cleaned his knuckles before picking his helmet up.
"Back to business," Mason stated, putting his helmet back on. Securing the straps, Mason turned to the group. "Dogmeat, stay behind me. Curie, stay in the back. Heather, between Dogmeat and I. Dogmeat will support me when we fight, Heather you'll provide fire support. And Curie, you won't have to fight."
Securing his helmet in place, Mason moved forward, using the card he'd found to unlock a door marked OVERSEER. Noticing Dogmeat got into a defensive position, Mason stopped to listen, hearing a dog's growls from around the corner. Going around the corner, the dog jumped at Mason!
Catching it, Mason threw the dog to the ground, letting Dogmeat tackle it as he turned to the Gunner. Seeing him raising his gun, Mason closed the gap between them, throwing a hook. As the man staggered to the side, Mason grabbed his shoulder before punching the man in the gut.
"Oomph!" the man grunted, falling to a knee as he felt a rib break. Coughing up blood, the Gunner tried to throw a punch. Getting low, Mason spun, sticking his leg out as he swept the guy's legs.
"Y… You bastard," the man coughed out, blood dripping from his lips. "How did you-"
"Too weak," Mason muttered, stomping on the man's face. Putting on one of his knuckles, Mason slammed his fist into the man's face, putting his fist through it. Standing, Mason took the knuckles off, cleaning the blood.
"That seems unnecessary," Curie commented. "When I scanned the man, he had no vitals coming from him."
"Not taking chances," Mason stated. "Lost a good man once to someone we thought was dead."
Noticing the dog's armor, he bent down to examine it. The metal covered the dog's back, even the shoulders and chest area. Looking at the helmet, it would fit Dogmeat, same with the collar. The armor was going to be a bit small. He was going to have to take it back to Sanctuary to make some adjustments. Mason stood back up, ready to move, putting the pieces into his bag.
"Let's go," Mason told the others as he headed forward. Reaching a room, Mason heard some people inside and was about the others to hide when the door opened.
"So, you killed all my men," a man sitting behind a desk said, sitting in the center of the room. "Think you're tough shit or something?"
Looking around the room, Mason took everything in. Besides the one in front of him, there were two guards, guns raised and locked on Mason. Based on their stances and positions, they hadn't noticed Heather yet.
"You're just a bit more… organized than raiders, but you lack strength," Mason remarked, slowly moving away from the door.
"Well, you're not getting out of here alive. Unless, you accept my offer."
"Not buyin' what you're sellin'."
"Come one. One guy able to take down twenty Gunners and an attack dog, along with three turrets, avoiding a grenade bouquet? It'd be a shame to kill ya."
Reaching behind his back, putting on the knuckles, Mason looked the man in the eyes before saying, "You're no better than raiders."
"Kill the man!" the Gunner yelled, his men opening fire. Turning to the side, lasers bouncing off his shoulders, Mason put a foot to the wall as the guards unloaded their weapons.
"What the hell?" one of them whispered, surprised Mason hadn't fallen.
Charging forward, Mason caught them off guard as they reloaded their weapons, launching himself across the desk as he kicked their leader. Grabbing him by his chest plate, Mason pulled the man up, swinging his fists down.
CRUNCH!
Breaking the man's nose, Mason's knuckles went through, putting them to sleep. Permanently. Turning, Mason saw that one of the Gunners was fighting Heather, a lot of lasers hitting him. Seeing Dogmeat hold one down as they tried to hit him off, Mason leaped over the desk, driving his knuckles into the man's face. Keeping the man from staggering back, Mason turned him around before CRUNCH!
Punching up, Mason broke the man's jaw before bringing his other knuckle down onto the man's face, knocking him to the ground. Probably did more than knock him down. Turning to Heather, he saw she'd turned the other guy to ash, a side effect of her laser rifle.
"He didn't really think I'd join," Mason stated as he searched the leader's body. "Already wiped out twenty people, what's three more."
"Most would be tired," Heather remarked, Curie coming over to check on Mason. "Though you are a mutant."
"I hope that doesn't stick," Mason chuckled as he stood up. "Had enough nicknames about height and build. Both in the military and in high school."
"May I ask what some of those nicknames were, Mason?" Curie asked, looking at him with a curious look.
Taking some ammunition from the safe, Mason turned to her. "Let me think. There was T-51, Titan, and Armata. That was just a few of 'em."
"How'd you get them to stop?"
"Knocked 'em to the ground when I heard it," Mason stated, Heather laughing when he did. "Had a short temper as a teen."
Walking into the bedroom connected to the office, Mason picked up a comic off a table, grinning as he did.
"Found another one," Mason announced. "Grognak the Barbarian: Demon Slaves, Demon Sands."
Putting the armor and weapons into another duffel bag, Mason took ahold of all the duffels and carried them for the group when they got back to the elevator.
"Conserve your energy," Mason stated as Heather went to grab one. "These aren't much."
"Mason, you should let Heather carry one as well. So you don't put too much strain on your arms."
"It's fine. Gone entire weeks doing this," Mason informed her. "Carrying these for a few hours ain't a big deal."
Before she could protest, Mason stepped into the elevator, waiting for them to get on. Having Heather hit the button once they were all in, they took the elevator back to the surface.
Walking out of the building, Mason saw some machines, deciding to set the bags down while they took care of them.
"Machine," Mason informed the others, pulling Overseer's out. "Curie, you stay back with Dogmeat. Heather, let's go."
Closing the gate behind him, Mason moved forwards with Heather, eying the two machines.
"Eyebot or scrap?" Mason questioned Heather, making sure his rifle was loaded.
"Scrap," Heather stated. "Eyebots aren't fun."
"Mason couldn't argue with that. Getting onto a knee, Mason brought up his rifle.
"Ready when you are," he told her, waiting for Heather to get into position.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Firing three times, Mason took down the eyebot, turning to help Heather. Noticing she looked surprised he was shooting a gun, he figured he'd have to explain before they got to Sanctuary.
"What time is it?" Heather asked as they walked back to the others.
"Eight forty. I need to talk with you real quick." Stopping where they were, Mason looked to Heather.
"Is it about your gun situation?" Heather questioned, referring to his trigger problem. "You seem fine shooting turrets and machines."
"It's probably because of… Covenant," Mason stated, Heather looking at him with a confused expression. "The problem ain't the weapon. It's the target." When he was met with silence, Mason continued. "The two times I've tried to shoot living things, somethin' stops me from pullin' the trigger."
"Probably a mental block," Heather stated, Mason sighing as he understood what that was. "I don't know how to help you with that, but I got your back."
"Alright," Mason said, grinning in relief. "Let's go. Got a… week and five days left. Gotta be at the Castle by then."
"What are your plans for that," Heather asked as they began to move. "Haven't talked much about it."
"Restore it to its former glory. Put recruits through basic training there. At least until we have enough trained people to hold the training grounds. Fix that place up for recruits and trainers."
Opening the gate and picking up the duffel bag, he turned back to her.
"Still working on the ranks and divisions, but I'll turn the Minutemen into something that can protect the Commonwealth."
As they were approaching the Center, Mason could hear gunfire going off, some from lasers. He went to drop his bags before it went quiet, Lucas and his guards coming into view.
"You alright?" Mason asked, walking up to the man.
"Damn synths. As soon as they saw us, they opened fire."
"Sorry to hear about that," Mason told him, looking at the guards. "You guys didn't get injured, did you?"
"James here got shot in the arm, but other than that, we're good. Anyway, you looking to buy?" he asked, handing Mason a list of stuff he had.
"I got ammunition," Mason remarked, Lucas looking happy. Guess ammunition was hard to collect for people who avoided fighting. Checking his Pip-boy, Mason looked through his inventory of everything they had since it came in handy for that stuff. Still didn't get how it worked. "Got approximately a thousand twenty seven .38 rounds if you're interested."
"I don't want to stiff you, but I only have enough for two hundred," he informed Mason. Looking at the list, he saw a lot of stuff they needed.
"Throw in all the combat and metal armor you got, and you'll get enough flamer fuel to last you weeks. I'll give you the plasma cartridges I have as a fee for delivering the armor to Tenpines along with a message for the provisioner to take it to Sanctuary, or any settler if the provisioner ain't there."
"You've got a deal," Lucas said, Mason putting the agreed items into some duffel bags. "You're not going to stiff me, are you?"
"I'm a man of my word," Mason told him as Heather helped move the ammunition to a second duffel bag. Collecting it, Mason checked his Pip-Boy, seeing they'd gotten everything.
"A thousand twenty seven .38 rounds, five hundred twenty-one canisters of flamer fuel, and seventy two plasma cartridges."
"So, one thousand twenty seven .38 rounds, five hundred twenty one things of flamer fuel, and seventy two plasma cartridges."
"Thanks for your business," Lucas said as the guards took the ammunition, shaking hands with Mason. "Know you're getting the best armor available."
Not really. Mason was buying it to improve it when he had the time. Before Mason could turn to go to the hospital-
PING!
As his head bent right, Mason was aware of a bullet hitting the top of his helmet. Turning left, he saw Super Mutants coming from the hospital and growled.
"Third group today," Mason muttered, looking at Heather. "Mind taking care of the suicider?"
The mutant in question was charging forward, mini-nuke in hand. Reaching into his bag, Mason pulled out the knuckles as Heather lined up the shot.
BOOM!
Exploding, the suicider took a Super Mutant and a hound, leaving one that looked stronger than the others. Sliding on his knuckles, Mason charged towards it, running to one side as it fired blindly from behind trees. Reaching it, the mutant tried to swing its rifle, Mason ducking as it did. Coming back up, Mason uppercut the mutant, sending it staggering back. Stepping forward, Mason three a hook, following it with a cross, taking a step back as it swung. Throwing another cross, Mason followed with an uppercut.
CRUNCH!
The Super Mutant roared as its jaw shattered, Mason driving his fist into its face, breaking its nose, sending fragments into its brain.
"Did he just… go fist for fist with a Super Mutant?" one of Lucas's guards asked, Mason walking back over to them.
"Remind us not to piss him off," the other one said, Mason hearing that comment.
"Don't give me a reason," Mason remarked, the guards surprised he heard them. "You got a bat, Lucas?"
Getting what he needed from Lucas, Mason approached the doors to the hospital. Placing his hand on the handle, he turned to Heather.
"Ready? Probably a lot of mutants," Mason said, looking her in the eyes.
"Let's do it," Heather said as she got behind Mason. Taking a deep breath, Mason opened the door, taking a step into the building.
As he snuck forward, Mason had two things on his mind: how many mutants were here and what kind were they? Fortunately, it didn't take long to answer. As he crawled forward, he saw one sitting by the reception area, holding a mini-nuke in their lap. Looking over to Heather, he gestured for her to get ready as she aimed her rifle at the nuke. Mason held his hand up and waited as a hound moved closer to the mutant. Looking up, he noticed two more mutants to his left, another in front of them, and three to the left. Of the three on the right, two looked better equipped than the others, one holding a cane and the other a machete.
Looking around the corner, he saw the suicider petting the hound and threw his hand down.
BOOM!
"What was that?!" a Super Mutant roared, charging down the ramps.
Looking at his armor, Mason took a deep breath. Time to get to work. Stepping around the corner, Mason came face to face with a Super Mutant.
"Huma-!" it began to roar before Mason jabbed its face. Following with a cross, Mason threw an uppercut, jumping back as it slammed its fists down, breaking the concrete.
"Alright," Mason growled, slamming his knuckles into the mutant's face, breaking its face as he sent it to the ground. Mason saw the mutant with a machete charging at him, feeling a bullet bounce off his helmet and getting ready. As the mutant got closer, Mason brought up his arm.
CLANG!
'Lucas's armor came in handy. Can block a machete.' Pushing those thoughts to the back of his head, Mason sent a palm into the mutant's face, making the bone pierce its brain. Taking off his knuckles, Mason picked up the machete, figuring it'd be better to keep the mutants at a distance. Turning, the Super Mutant with a cane came charging at Mason, who narrowly blocked the cane as it came down. Staggering back, the Super Mutant dropped the cane, giving Mason the advantage.
Without warning, Mason charged forward, swinging the machete. Bringing it down, the blade connected with the mutant's neckline, reaching its clavicle before stopping.
Letting the body fall as he pulled the blade out, Mason noticed Heather had taken care of the other two. Hearing more yelling behind the closed door, Mason approached it. Opening it, he found a cafeteria with blood and meat bags everywhere.
Mason didn't need to let the stuff get to him. Turning to leave the room, a bullet glanced off Mason's shoulder, Super Mutant roaring behind him.
"Human!" it roared. "Super Mutants kill everything!"
Not letting it continue, Mason charged forward, swinging the machete.
"AAGGHH!" the mutant roared, the blade going through an eye and ear. "DIE!" it began firing, Mason jumping behind a meat bag hanging from the ceiling. Reaching up, Mason grabbed the chain, ignoring what was in the bag. Why? Because the meat was probably innocent settlers. People Mason could have saved. And the fact he couldn't disturbed him. Swinging forward, Mason kicked the mutant in the face, sending it toppling over a table. Grabbing ahold of a shopping cart, Mason slammed it into the mutant, making it stumble as it tried to stand.
"Not today," Mason growled, sliding a knuckle on as he rushed it. Bringing his fist down, Mason slammed his fist into the facial injury, crushing bits of the skull as his hand went through, destroying its brain.
Breathing heavily, Mason stood up, heading in the opposite direction of the door he entered from. Seeing a mutant as he entered the next room, Mason got the machete ready as he charged forward. Ducking under its swing, Mason slashed the blade into the leg, embedding it in bone.
"ARGH!" the mutant yelled, slamming its fists down as Mason rolled back. Pulling out a bat he got from Lucas, Mason got ready.
"I'M GONNA-"
CRACK!
Swinging the bat, Mason snapped the mutant's neck, body falling to the ground. Catching his breath, two mutants came from around the corner, one holding a gun, the other's fists raised.
"Come on," Mason said, breathing heavily. "I can do this all day."
Jumping left, the mutant with a gun missed Mason, the other charging. One thing Mason's noticed, these guys are relatively slow.
Ducking under the Super Mutant's swing, Mason swung the bat up, hitting the mutant in the jaw. Pulling out a grenade, when the mutant roared at Mason, he slammed the grenade in their mouth before kicking them back, pulling the pin in the process. Grunting as he hit the ground, grenade exploding, Mason didn't have time to prepare as bits, and pieces of the mutants landed around him.
Lying there, Mason heard Dogmeat whimpering and wondered what was wrong. Looking at his arm, Mason understood what had happened, a piece of the ceiling embedding itself in his arm.
"Merde," Mason grunted, using his good arm to prop himself up. "Unfortunately, I've been through worse."
And that wasn't a lie. It happened while he'd been in high school. His sister's ex thought it'd be a good idea to hurt Grayson to get her to come back to him. Unfortunately, he got Mason and his brother mixed up, resulting in Mason getting stabbed in the arm with a broken bottle. If it hadn't been for the stimpaks Mason's father paid for, he'd probably have no use over his right arm. Feeling a hand on his shoulder, he looked up to see Heather standing there.
"Glad to know I ain't dead," Mason remarked as he looked at her, a grin on his face. "Doubt the heavens have anything like you."
Okay, Mason was a bit delirious. Likely due to blood loss. Looking at her, there was a bit of red on her face before a serious look came across.
"Stay still while I address your wounds," Heather said, Curie beside her. "You're lucky she was keeping track of your vitals, or we wouldn't have known where you were."
"You're all heart, doc," Mason remarked, a grin evident as he took his helmet off. "Surely you can't be mad at me forever?"
"Mason, you must not go into reckless situations," Curie commented. "How do you expect to help the people of the Commonwealth if you die?"
Remaining silent, Mason hardly felt anything as she took care of it, feeling nothing more than a slight itch.
"Done," Heather stated as she finished wrapping his arm, injecting a stimpak into his arm. "Now wait here. I'll take care of anything that moves. You're my ticket to find Kellogg, so you aren't getting injured further."
Waiting for her to get out of range, Mason grabbed his bag, pulling out two stimpaks and four bottles of water. Sticking a baton he'd gotten off a synth behind him, Mason injected the first stimpak into his arm, where the ceiling tile had gone into, and the other in his leg, where a bullet had gone. Hearing gunfire above, Mason knew Heather was at work and began to make a makeshift brace and sling. As he stood up, Curie came up and tried to stop him.
"You must rest," Cure demanded. "Even stimpaks take energy from you."
"Figured you'd say that," Mason stated, holding the battery pack from the baton. Before Curie knew what to do, Mason slammed the pack into the top of her shell, electricity coursing through the metal body. "But Heather ain't gonna die because I'm a dumbass."
After Curie settled on the ground, her systems rebooting, Mason left the room, putting a knuckle on, finding the stairs leading up. He knew Heather hadn't been that way as he ran into a Super Mutant. Before the mutant could yell, Mason put his knuckles through his face, knocking him back into a gate as he fell, fragments of bone in his brain.
Walking up to a room with beds in it, Mason quietly opened the door, the mutant in front of it unaware of Mason. Pulling his fist back, Mason punched the Super Mutant in the back of the skull, caving it in as he followed through.
Rushing, Mason got to the room where the final Super Mutant was. From this distance, he wouldn't get to the mutant in time; Heather was in danger of being crushed if he rushed. Seeing a hole in the floor, Mason noticed a pile of scrap with spikes protruding.
"Baiseur laid," Mason yelled, catching the mutant's attention. Growling as it turned, the mutant snarled when it saw Mason.
"Die little man!" the mutant yelled. Which was ironic since it was only five inches taller. Ducking under its board as it swung, Mason planted his good hand on the ground, kicking it in the stomach, knocking the air from its lungs as it staggered back. Getting up, Mason stepped forward, throwing an uppercut, hitting it square in the jaw, sending it toppling over the edge. Seeing what happened, Mason breathed heavily, falling to his knee.
"What were you doing?" Heather asked, scolding him.
"Wasn't gonna let you die for me being a dumbass," Mason stated, making Heather step back. "You took out three mutants, meaning you were likely exhausted. You missed two, almost got killed by a third."
When Mason looked at her, he noticed the look of surprise on her face and gave her a questioning look.
"You said dumbass."
"Well, when I fuck up, I'll say it in English. You almost died… and it would've been my fault. I don't think I could handle that again," Mason told her, looking away as he recalled a nightmare.
"What do you mean again?"
"Another day," Mason responded. "But, I lost some people in a fight… and I couldn't save them."
Spending the next couple hours searching the place, Mason found a key for the next area and a surgical magazine. Now the magazine had been in a locked room, but fortunately, it had a broken window, allowing Mason to grab it.
When they went to the next area, they had to take care of a few Super Mutants with their hound, with Curie and Heather doing most of the work.
"I'm thankful for you guys," Mason grinned as they left the hospital. "Without you I'd be dead."
Talking as they headed to Greentop, they ended up cutting through a basketball court to save time. By the time they reached Greentop, it was midnight, and Mason was tired. Fortunately, the wounds should've been healed by the next day, so he wasn't too worried. Laying down with Heather, Mason felt a sense of content, getting some rest for the night.
