It was a tiny bit windy at the remains of site 74-J. Outside, 2Bdamned signed, and checked his watch. "He should be here by now.." he said to himself. Doc had gone out to get some more supplies, he had traveled via Helicopter, and the pilot was late. He looked up and saw the familiar green chopper with a photo of a skimpy dressed girl on the side. As the chopper landed, loose trash and the like flew everywhere. The Helicopter landed and out came the pilot, dressed in a blue aviator's suit with stitches running everywhere. He had a scar running from his left eye to his right cheek. 2BDamned signed. "You're rather late, Flyguy." the now named Flyguy laughed. "Only by…" he checked his Chopper's clock. "Fifteen minutes!" Doc shook his head as he hauled the salvage and climbed inside. "Time is precious, you know that." Flyguy only waved him off. "I know that! I just don't give a damn!" 2BDamned groaned just as he took to the skys.

The ride to Site 32-T was as boring as ever, the sounds of the Helicopter inner workings didn't bother 2BDamned that much anymore. Flyguy turned from his seat. "How was the scavenge?" 2BDamned sighed. "Not good, but not terrible. Found some more Generator parts, a few ration packs, and a handgun, no magazine though." the Director sighed. "And… no sign of D0n'la and his crew." Flyguy had turned his head back when 2BDamned started the salvage list, he sighed. "I know you and D0n'la were close, Doc, but he may still be alive-" Flyguy was cut off as 2BDamned slammed his hand against the wall. "QUIET!" he yelled out, startling Flyguy. 2BDamned lowered his head as his fist left the wall. "Don't give me that hope… please…" It was quiet. Flyguy nodded. "Of course boss," he said solemnly. The rest of the ride to site 32-T was silent apart from the Helicopters Blades and engines.

Fifteen Minutes Later, They had Site 32-T in sight. Flyguy pulled some levers and pushed a few buttons. "We're coming in for a landing, best to prepare to haul ass and get the stuff inside." 2BDamned nodded, Grabbing the Rations and Parts. He pocketed the Gun for Mark to take a look at. They really had to hurry, the Zeds got restless at night.

Soon, they had Reached Site 32-T, and Flyguy positioned his Chopper over the Helipad just a few feet from the front door. Flyguy used some of the Cameras around the Chopper to look for any threats. "We have a Group of Zeds, four to five, far as I can see." Doc nodded, pulling out his Beretta. "Then we haul ass, just like you said.." the Pilot chuckled, pulling out a Mossberg. "Guess I can see the future, hah!" once they had landed shakaly, ude to Flyguy steering ith one hand, his other on the Mossberg. 2Bdamned pulled a walkie talkie from his pocket. "2BDamned here, me and Flyguy have arrived at entrance B, please stand by. Thank you." he hit the button to stop it and got up near the Choppers door. He turned to Flyguy, who had racked a spent shell from the Mossberg. "Ready to go?' the director asked. Flyguy nodded. "Let's get outa here, and inta there." 2BDamned nodded, before opening the door and rushing out, Flyguy right behind him. They rushed to the entrance, and the Zeds noticed them. Two of them sprinted at them, gurgling cries of anguish erupting from their mouth,along with their dirty blood. Flyguy Shot one in the head, decommissioning it for now. 2BDamned fired six shots from his Beretta andmade the other zed Trip. The other three were coming at them though. Luckily, they had made it to the entrance. The doors opened and they rushed inside. The heavy doors closed just as the Zeds threw itself to get inside, only hitting the door instead.

Inside, 2B and Flyguy sat and caught their breath. "Never gets old… huh Doc?" Flyguy asked the director of Site 32-T. 2BDamned looked at him. "You're weird, Flyguy.." the other Nevadan chuckled. "Yeah yeah.." he retorted, stretching his back. "Welp, we should go put these supplies with the rest of 'em, and get Mark to check out that gun you found." Flyguy Stretched his back, before walking away with some of the parts. 2Bdamned sighed and walked away with the rations and the gun. When he got to the kitchen, he laid them down on a counter. Conveniently, Mark was there eating a sandwich. "Doc, you're back! How'd it go?" he asked. Mark had a Black Visor with a Bullet pattern along the Brim. he had a worn overcoat and gray cargo pants, his left hand only had four fingers. 2Bdamned looked at him. "Mark, just the guy I need." the weapons expert strationed. "What do you need?" 2Bdamned pulled the Handgun he found from the remains of site 74-J and handed it to him. "Can you look for finger-prints and identify who it belonged to?' Mark nodded. "Sure, i analize guns for a living, you know that!" he said as he took the gun from 2BDamneds humed. "Looks like a standard issued Glock-19." he said. "C'mon, Let's get to my office, there i can inspect it further." Mark said as he stood up. 2BDamned following. "Lead the way." he said

2BDamned followed Mark throughout Site 32-T's halls. Mark looked at his boss. "So, where'd you find this?' he asked. 2BDamned shoved his hands into his jackets pockets. "The remains of site 74-J." Mark nodded. "Yeah, I heard that place was overrun." he said. "Probably by the Nexus core, they're cracking down on us." 2BDamned Nodded. "Then we'll take more precautions." they then turned a corner, finding another grunt at Site 32-T working on a door panel. He was dressed in a brown Tank Top, open vest, and sweatpants. He also had some goggles over his eyes. Next to him was a smaller Grunt, dressed in similar gear, but with a hard hat on too. The bigger one turned and lifted his goggles. "Hey you two!" he said tiredly. 2BDamned nodded. "Dan, what are you doing?" his eyes drifted to the smaller one, who cowered a bit under the director's gaze."Whos this?" he asked. Dan smiled and patted his partner's head. "This little guy's name is T-76-7, he prefers to be called 76." he explained. 76 nervously waved. "H-hi sir…"2BDamned waved back. Mark took out a fidget cube and played with it while 2BDamned talked to Dan. "so, what happened?" Dan groaned. "Damn doors got fired, someone spilled something on the panel." he turned back to 2BDamned. "I blame Dogma, fucker can't think before he acts!" he yelled out, startling 76. Dan turned to him, rubbing circles on his back. "Hey, it's okay, sorry that i yeled.." 76 nodded. 2BDamned signed. "I'll speak to him later." Dan snorted. "He's probably out with Tiger doing something dumb… Again." 2BDamned groaned. "I swear to Jebediah…" he sighed. "Just, do your best, okay?" Dan nodded. "Don't I always?" he asked, before slipping his goggles back on, and going back to fixing the door. 2BDamned turned to Mark. "Let's get going." Mark nodded, pocketing his fidget. "Alrighty." he said before they continued down the hall.

The two then walked into Mark's office. The space was decorated with Gun after gun on wrack after wrack. There were various instruments and tools and bags on a table. Mark Sat down at the table, 2BDamned standing behind him, arms crossed and foot tapping. Mark put the Glock down on the table, before grabbing a baggie of adhesive powder, before carefully putting it on a strip of tape evenly, then sticking it around the Handle, before carefully, on the tape was a fingerprint. Mark nodded. Before grabbing his phone, turning on the flashlight and snapping a photo. He turned to 2BDamned. "It'll take a day or two to identify whose it is. I'll see if I can speed up the process." he said. 2BDamned nodded. "Thank you." was all he said before walking out of the office and passed Dan and 76, then walking down a few more halls to entrance C.

2BDamned swiped his Key-card on the reader before walking outside. Once outside, the Director sighed and put his index finger and thumb to the bridge of his nose. He stayed like that for a minute, before looking back at the parking lot and seeing that two cars were gone. More specifically, two sports cars. Doc sighed. "Of fucking corse they would… why wouldn't they?" he said to himself. And speak of the devil.

Those two Sport cars raced into the lot, clipping the gate, before one of them did a few donuts, and the other one drifted. 2BDamned shielded his face from all the dirt and dust from them, and growled. "Motherfucker…" he muttered. The Cars came to a stop, and out came two laughing bros from each car. The taller one had a blue shirt, gray pants, and a backwards cap. The other one had an Orange tank top, blue ripped jeans, and a long shaggy wig. 2Bdamned growled. "Where were you two?" The two stopped laughing, they looked at eachother, before the Blue shirted one responded. "We were, like… scouting..?" 2Bdamned rolled his eyes. "Yeah, with the fastest vehicles we have, right Dogma?" he glared at him. Dogma raised his hands "hay! It was like, totally Tigers idea, man!" the now named tiger gawked at him. "Wah! It was yours, man!" The two bros started yelling at each other before 2BDamned shot his Beretta into the air. The two jumped back and looked at him. 2BDamned holstered his gun. "Alright, I don't give a rat's ass whose idea it was, I'm upset because you both did it." he said. "Oh, and dogma?" Dogma tilted his head. "You're helping Dan the rest of the month." Dogma gasped. "Really!? C'mon man! Dans like, super boring!" he cried out. 2BDamned ignored him. "Now, let's get inside. Now." he said. The two quickly ran inside. The dissenter follows behind them.

Inside, 2BDamned flung himself onto the lobby's couch. "I need a fucking break…." he said aloud. Then, TIger and Dogma came in, fighting over somthing stupid. "Dude! It's mine!" tier cried. "Nah man! It's mine!" it went on like that, until they flung the thing into a monitor. The three stared at it. 2BDamned looked at them, as they looked at him. "Oops?" dogma offered.

"What did you brain dead fuckers break now!" a new voice shouted. Someone then charged in. The man was in his late 60s, had a long white beard, wore a tattered suit and pants. He looked at the monitor with a glare, before looking at Tiger and Dogma. "You two Knuckleheads! You two bumps know what that costs to fix!" dogma raised his hands again. "Can't Dan just fix it up?" 2BDamned looked at the man. "Frank…" he said. Frank glared at them, before huffing and walking away. "This is coming out of your allowance!" Tiger and dogma gasped. "NOOO!" before chasing after him.

2BDamned sighed. He really wanted to vent to somebody, luckily, he knew someone. He stood from the couch, stretching his joints and walking down the hallways again. He stopped in his office. Inside was a bed, and a big Monitor with a panel below it. 2BDamned sat at his chair, before booting it up, and contacting site 52-G.

The Screen crackled to life with a familiar face. The grunt had green goggles on his face, and a dark overcoat. 2BDamned signed. "Hey Fellow09, how's everything at site 52-G?" Fellow09 Smiled at him. "It's been crazy, Jason blew another dumie up, Tom's sick and Matt is being a creep again. How bout you?" 2BDamned snorted. "Well, Franks still Cranky, TIger and Dogma screwed with a door, and we have a new member." Fellow09 chuckled. "Lifes crazy in Nevada, but still, we have a job to do. Has Hank and the others returned yet?" 2BDamned's face grimaced. "No, their signals are upside down, but still alive, Hank's recently came online, but yeah, still nothing." Fellow09 sighed. "We'll be looking for 'em. They'll return. I know it." 2BDamned smiled under his bandages and Mask. "thanks, i'm gonna take a nap, god knows i need it.." Fellow09 smiled. "Take care, mate." and the call disconnected.

2BDamned stood and walked over to his bed, he flopped down and closed his eyes. Tomorrow would be another day…