Project: Far Harbor Chapter 5

AN1: Where to start with all the delays? Urgh far too many to list, so just a sorry will have to do! R&R please!

==5 Hours Later – 11AM – Cushing Island==

Nora leaned over huffing and puffing for air. The past 10 long minutes of intense fighting had been to say the least some of the hardness she ever could recall in her life, pre-war or since waking up. Finding a moment to swallow the bile in her mouth from the fighting she hacked it up again then spat it to the side, noting a few specks of blood in it that probably indicated the hard blow from the massive mutant behemoth, that had sent her flying a good 30ft into a trash bin had caused some internal damage. "..Argh think I cracked a rib.." She muttered hissing slowly trying to straighten back up, but the shooting pain in her side made her double over again.

"..You ok Nora?" Glory said coming over then with some concern. Unlike the rest of them Glory minus the damage to her armor and such was in a fairly good shape.

Hissing through her teeth, Nora replied, "..Cracked a rib I think.."

Leaning down to carefully examine the ripped armor and seeping blood from the cracked skin, Glory nodded after a moment. Removing a super stim pack from her pack she looked up holding it ready. "..This is going to hurt as you know.." She said and before Nora could reply jabbed it into the wound, plunging the pre-war almost magical like medicine into her body. Letting out a half muffled scream of pain and surprise, Nora fell back into Glory's arms as the stim pack fell loose and the Synth caught her. "..I got you, just breathe you know how it is.." She said.

Hissing through her teeth again, "..And it doesn't make it any better or easier! Urgh dammit, every time I had to use those they feel like they're ripping out your insides or something..." Panting but slowly feeling the pain subside and the wound and bones heal after a few moments Nora sluggishly got to her feet again leaning on Glory's right shoulder. "...Everyone else ok?" she added then looking around, wiping some kind of brownish-green gunk off her right cheek and neck she had missed.

"..We lost private Harvey from one of the Ghouls general but beyond some heavy injuries from everyone here and there we will recover.." Preston said coming over, using his spent fat man as an improvised crutch.

"..Damnit, alright let's get back to the base, anything worth scavenging?" she asked.

"..Nothing but some rotten clothes, Blue.." Piper said coming around a small trash pile with some others.

"..Found a few spent shotgun shells, but yeah nothing but junk out here ma'am.." Another private that had fought with them from the Constitution said.

"...Alright then back to base camp.." Nora said.

==1 Hour Later – Cushing Island Marine/Naval Base ==

"..Well I will be damned, you actually did it. I must admit I did not expect you to return as intact as you all did. You folks down in that Commonwealth sure are tough bitches.." the dark skinned Canadian woman named Emala Grace said, keeping her Canadian made TR-1 combo rifle pointed down from their approach.

"..Yeah, we lost private Harvey from our band but he'll be given full honors once we can return back to Boston. Everything ok here?" Nora asked coming through the wire mesh gate, and glancing over to where Desdemona and two of the remaining Minutemen guards were on watch working on some kind of crate with some others nearby.

"..Pretty much, your hot headed lady there Desdemona and your remaining boys took out some crab people who came calling while you were gone. Firey that one is.." Emala said, gesturing over to the rotting remains of some Mirelurks.

"..Urgh lovely, well good to see you're safe. I trust our deal of viewing the base's computers is still on the table right?" Nora asked.

"..Mmm yeah go down the steps to the left soon as you enter. But keep to the stair wells, no deviation any attempts and I'll lock you all down on the well and activate the security turrets got it?" Emala said.

"..Yeah, crystal. Like I said we're not here to rob or cause trouble for you or your people Emala." Nora said trying to calm the woman, getting a snort then spit to the side in reply the group went down the steps nearby, the cool nuclear heated air still operating two floors down was a relief from the biting chill of the surface spray of the ocean above.

Rounding a corner, off the last step the group entered a long secure and empty hall, flicking on a light they soon passed through a now disarmed security check point. Passing through the final barrier they entered a server room vault. "..Desdemona you and your folks are up. See what you can find.." Nora said indicating the chairs.

"..Right. Now just settle back and let us do our jobs. Sooner we get this done sooner we all get home if you ask me. I am starting to regret coming along on this insane adventure.." She said muttering and taking a seat.

AN2: R&R please, I know its short but best I can do for now! More to come when I can!