Here we go!

Chapter 4 - Frantic Greed

I stay in the fort for two months before I have to leave and kill Benny for my chip. It'll probably be on his person or in his suite, so I better check both in case of replicas. It only took this long to make the money because I kept donating the stuff into the fort treasury for more supplies. Most of the doctors do the exact same thing even if it is just so they don't have to deal with withdrawn junkies bothering them.

The FIRST thing Arcade taught me, along with the help of one called, 'Bill' was how to make a Fixer from the plant life. Thankfully there is no radioactive materials involved like trying to make radaway or rad-X, so it was easy for me to learn the method that was left out of my books. I guess the book on prescription and addiction was destroyed in the collapse.

I do some work for the kings on the side to make a little more spending money too to quicken the pace I can get into the strip. Once I get the pass, I never have to rely on my courier pass again. It's kind of like the membership card of a country club that you don't have to renew.

I even got a new nickname for my time in the fort, nothing with hyphens in it this time! Due to me picking up the habit of humming and singing little songs I learned over my years to drown out the sound of patients in pain, I am now called the Singing Doctor by the residents of New Vegas. I am apparently good enough for people to come just to watch me work so they can hear me sing, which is rather strange as I only copy things from the radio for the most part.

I, personally, don't really hear it, but whatever entertains people I guess or they're just making fun of me without letting me know. That too could be a strong possibility and I'll just have to wait for Arcade... No, Julie to tell me that it's bad. Arcade would use me for his own amusement. I even get round of applause which seems to always startle me, no matter if I acknowledge the people beforehand or not. It generally pisses me off every time because I keep dropping my shit!

I followed through with my coat modifications and I now have more flared out sleeves with pockets in them to hold scalpels and other necessary equipment. I added a hood to the coat as well in case I am caught without my bandana, I have a back up. After losing my hat, I never really took the initiative to get another, so the hood will do. I am so thankful that my ears can flatten back or the hood would help with nothing if I don't have a bandana on. Though I would like to air everything out more often than when I go to sleep at night. Work the kinks out of the ears and tail so to speak. Especially my tail. That bastard limb gets extremely stiff after spending all day on my leg. I've been questioned about the slight bulge along my leg by Arcade, but my excuse is that I have holsters for my weapons that I tie to my leg just encase I need to sneak something around. My coat modification helped the camp believe that lie.

I love working with the people around the camp and helping them fix people up, it's not a chore to me anymore. Arcade has taught me so many tricks to the craft that I even start a second journal to document them so I never forget. I am also the food provider thanks to my hunting, so I get even more caps for cooking food on the side. I need to get my hunting in even if the only way I stay in top shape is exercising around the fort in the morning and more in the evenings. Not that it isn't a good way to stay in shape as Arcade has also taken me as his fighting apprentice along with the nurse role and that man can hit HARD!

I think I might just quit my courier job and take this up full-time after the whole Benny debacle. I've been barely shot at here too! Sure we have the bi-weekly attempts at sieges, but with Arcade and I here, we shoot all the invaders in non-lethal spots then drag them in to fix up and send on their way. We split the loot from their pockets evenly between ourselves and anyone who joins in the fight, but not many do. The doctors mostly just take bets on how fast we take them down even though they disapprove of our actions. Arcade had been one of the camp's major defending unit for the longest time before they had money for guards, so the man was a crack shot at this point. Arcade explained to me after I asked why the others didn't join in was due to them being, "Pansy Oath-Keepers."

I leave my weapons behind, but keep a piece of scrap metal in my sleeve I can transfigure into anything I would need. I, of course, bring along my medical bag, which I finally got a separate one for all my supplies and my book satchel. The medical bag is a small first aid bag that I keep strapped all across my left outer thigh at all times with any medicine or other things I may need in it. I even sewed on a Follower of the Apocalypse symbol on the side.

I enter the stripe with a pass now in my satchel, which I will soon sew into the very fabric of the container, so I never forget the fucker. My first stop is to the Tops. The place Benny works in. I walk into the hotel and show the man I have no weapons on me other than my scalpel, but he doesn't see that one in my sleeve nor do I point it out. His fault for not seeing the tool.

The man searching me introduces himself as Swank before I can get into the casino, "I would like to thank you. Without your help, I would be missing a few of my more loyal guards." I nod at him with my doctor smile in place. I get guards sometimes coming in with gunshot or knife wounds when the crowd gets a little too rowdy. People find ways to bring in weapons here even with these inspections, such as me with my blade. I have magic on my side, so it really doesn't matter in my case though. I can make a shot glass into a temporary small-caliber handgun and just sneak in a bullet if I had the inclination.

We chat a bit about how the casino is doing before I head to the bar to get a drink. I haven't had any good alcohol since we celebrated a hard siege and Arcade found some good whiskey off their leader. I order some of their whiskey from the bar tender. It cost me five caps for a shot, so it better be worth it.

I nurse the drink as I look around the floor for Benny. I hear he likes to mingle with the ladies on the floor to see if he can score some that isn't disease ridden. I easily spot the distinctly dressed man chatting up some woman from across the casino floor. He is accompanied by his four body guards who are watching the woman carefully, their hands constantly on their sidearms just encase the woman tries something.

I have to smirk into my shot glass. With a wordless flick of my hand and a bit of power that I know have in spades due to my constant use of my focus to the point I only use the necessary amount. I transfigure my metal scrap into a wide and extremely sharp disk looking blade. More like a buzz saw blade I've seen around, but sharp enough to cut flesh as easily as a Nordic longsword.

When everyone is facing away from this drinking doctor, I withdraw the blade from my blood-stained sleeve and aim it at Benny from the palm of my hands. I banish the blade with as much magic I can muster and keep it invisible which is a feat in itself due to the high speed it was going at.

The blade flashes across the room and imbeds itself into Benny's throat about halfway down the blade. The woman screams shrilly as she faints to the ground and Benny's guards shout out their distress as they draw their weapons. Pointing at everything and nothing.

I am already moving when I see blood flying. I sprint into the casino floor and begin hopping around the tables over people's heads like the fox I am. My hair wrap and coat fluttering behind me as I roar for the mob to get out of my way. The tone of my voice plus my permanently blood-stained coat makes the people comply fast enough not to impede me when I get to the ground level after I run out of tables.

I slide on my knees to a stop next to the dying man. I deftly pull out gauze from my sleeve and begin to roll the bandages around the man's neck tight enough to slow the bleeding, but not choke the wounded guy. "You're going to okay mate! Hold on and I'll get you back up and flirting with the ladies in no time!" I tell him with a gentle smile as my hands blur around his head, wrapping the bandages without shifting his neck in the slightest.

The man looks hopefully up at my face until he notices my forehead and the hair framing my face. He recognizes me, but doesn't have the power to move. The chairman of Vegas gives a wet whimper at the sight of me though, but that can easily be heard as a whimper of pain and not of fear.

As I work, I send a cloak onto his holster for his custom pistol as well as summon his keys and chip. The gun is going to be my trophy and I need the chip if it is the real deal. The chip and keys flies into my sleeve where I put them in a small pocket within my coat sleeve I made yesterday for this as I slide my unused gauze back into the slot I made for it.

I pull out a half full needle full of diluted Med-X and a canister from my medical bag in a swift motion. I top off the injection with the yellowish liquid from the canister as Med-X is not enough for this job. Taking the now full needle, I give it a mighty shake before jabbing it into his arm and slowly push the plunger down. "That will make the pain go away sir. Now. Bodyguards! Get me a fucking stretcher, a table or something I can put him on! The casino floor is not the place to do neck surgery now is it?!" I roar behind me as I continue to apply pressure on his neck to slow the bleeding.

As the guards scramble away to do as the doctor saving their boss's life commands, I flash a grin at the dying man and summon his cloaked pistol into hand. Before the cloak can fully dissolve due to shifting it, I stuff the gun into my coat's pocket, clamping the flap shut with the button on it.

I mutter to the man as I lean in to get a better look at the damage through the bandages, "You shouldn't have shot me and took my package," I mutter for him to hear.

The man opens his mouth and I hear him whisper, "House… mus.t… d.i..e…" On the end of the last word, he exhales his final breath around the blade. I lunge forward in false surprise and felt his wrist for a pulse, then pressed my ear to his chest. Nothing.

I put on a distressed face as I started to give the man some CPR. "Nonononono," I repeat over and over again as I try to revive the man I murdered, but to no avail. I try for three minutes before I sit back on my heels and look down at the dead man's blank eyes. The bodyguards let out a cry as they look down at their deceased boss.

I wordlessly get to my feet and step to the side to let the men mourn. I say nothing to the men as I check around to see everyone is focused on Benny. I hug the wall and slowly leave as they start to move Benny's dead body. When it is on the stretcher table they brought over, I am already in the elevator to the penthouse floor.

I use the key to find the room number and I enter the room with the custom pistol in hand, covering my front. It has a motif of saint Maria, so I think I'll name her Maria. I move through the room to the safe. I give it a pull to find it is locked. Growling, I cast a powerful piercing charm onto the lock and it tears a hole into the safe, letting it lazily swing open.

I find a box of over three hundred bottle caps and a lot of ammo, but no chip. I leave the safe after taking the coin and go to the bedroom, only to stop when I see a giant hole in the wall. I walk through the hole to see a security bot with a smiley face on the monitor down the hall. The hall being what I can only guess to be a servant or service hallway.

It rolls over, but doesn't raise its weapons, instead speaking to me in a rather cheerful voice, "Hello intruder! My information tells me that Benny is dead! How may I assist you?"

Weirded out by the robot, I hesitantly ask, "Could you tell me what Benny wanted with the poker chip and where is it?"

"Oh that chip would be on Benny's person! It is the key to get to a super weapon that Mr. House is thought to be trying to get to. I am informed that it is the key to the bunker which is located under the fort the Legion are using as a base for this section of our great country! Benny wanted to use the chip to take the weapon and take over New Vegas!" Well then… That... Explains everything. Power grabs make a lot more sense than most things in the desert. Only seconded to the insanity of men.

"So Benny wanted to usurp Mr. house's control on Vegas with his own weapon." Hm. That would explain his last words. "Would I be able to take control of Vegas on my own?"

"Yes sir, intruder! First we must kill Mr. House! To get into his office, there is a keycode in the top floor of the H&H Tools factory within a Chief Hanion's office! Benny was going to go grab it a week ago, I only found it two weeks before today! Sadly he got sidetracked by women!" I think I'll grab the card just in case, but see what Mr. House's side of the story is before I go take over a city.

"Alright. I'll go grab the keycard and check on House. Why are you so helpful to someone you deem as an intruder?"

"It is my programming to be helpful to everyone! I say too much information is what Benny tells me, but it is just my programming!" That is a major flaw. But he continues talking, "Like how I am to be the go to whomever kills Mr. House to control Vegas. I just have to be uploaded to the Lucky 38 mainframe and you or anyone you deem fit to interact with me will control the city , you are now my new owner!" Wow, that programming was not thought through.

It continues talking, the robot not needing a break due to the lack of lungs. "The end goal is to control Hoover dam using our robot army, but we will need to figure out who is on our side, so I'll mark down on that paper map you have there where all the factions are!' He just takes my map from my bag, just reaches in, grabs it and marks it up with a marker. Giving me it back with a note. It has a list of factions and locations. The Brotherhood of Steel, Boomers, Great Khans, Omertas and White Glove Society. Well… If I go through with this, the Brotherhood and White Gloves are out. I have heard big rumors that the society eats people and the Brotherhood are too independent to be trusted to fight for any side.

"Um. Well the casinos are out as they will not be able to go against a might that can take the NCR and the society are rumored man-eaters. The Khans are nothing but a nomadic tribe that numbers are far too low to matter with an army of bots, plus they are Legion scum if I remember right, but the Boomers have potential that I might check out if I go through with this."

I leave the robot behind and sneak out of the casino. The next thing I do is head into the Lucky 38, taking the elevator to Mr. House's office. I come out to see security robot rolling around.. I make my way over to the main room and see Mr. House with his face plastered on the big screen. "Hello Courier. I've been expecting you for some time now! Do you have the chip?" I pull it out and show the screen. "Such a small thing isn't it? Yet it is so… valuable. So very dear…" House says as the screen looks at the chip in my hand. "Please follow my robot to get you your pay and to show you the importance of what you have brought me."

I wordlessly follow the robot to the elevators and they bring me to the basement. I step up to a platform to see a range set up. Over the next half an hour, Mr. House shows the might of his security force, but tells me something terrifying. "This is not even ten percent of their capabilities. I need the program under the legion's fort to unlock the capability. This is where you come in. I am willing to pay you a large sum of money as well as make your life full of luxury for as long as you live if you help me further."

The robot pulls out a sack of caps a hands it to me. I place it in my bags while thinking, I can exploit this. I'm killing House as during the demonstration, all he spoke of was how he shall be the ruler with more power. I am not ashamed to admit the lure of my own power draws me to the idea as well. I am only human after all, so I want to make the same power grab too! "I will help if you add in supporting the Followers of the Apocalypse. I'll go kill the Legion in the fort and bring back the program."

I hear House say almost startled over his robot mic, "Kill? You can always work your way up the ladder to gain their trust."

I sneer at the screen with House's face on it, "If you think I will lower myself to the level of slaver scum, you have another thing coming!" I really do not like the Legion. I've had no encounters with them, but I have seen their cruel work on innocents and that will never stand with me. I've picked up far too many pieces of their victims to ever work with them. The things they do to the women that are let go is horrifying to even me with my disconnect for human life.

House doesn't seem to care if I kill them though. "I will not send back up as I do not need the Legion to disrupt my carefully laid plans. It will all be on you and whatever poor merc you get to accompany you. Do not drop my name in any of this."

"Alright, makes sense. I do however need some equipment. I may like the guns I have now, but the level of noise they create would be unacceptable for something which is bound to happen in the dead of night. Would you be willing to fund my assault? Call it advance payment and deduct it out of my pay for getting your program."

House gives a hum until the screen head nods. A bot deposits two weapons in front of me. One is a standard sniper rifle I've seen in the gun runner's shack with a suppressor on the end and the other is a suppressed 9mm, but it looks like the type the yanks use back home in their police force, not of the 1911 model they have here.

"Do not lose that pistol Mr. Fox. It is one of the few old world model 9 pistols I was able to get my hands on. That tool is over two centuries old and counting. I only have four clips, so you will have to have more crafted. I repeat courier, do. Not. Lose. This. This is a gift of faith that I will get my program. Do not fail me." The screen blips off and I take the elevator back to the surface.

In the ride up, I fuse Maria's leather holster to my vest, changing the color of it to match. I slide the M9 into my old pistol's holster and the rifle over my shoulder. If I am going to take the fort, I will need to go get my bike in case I need a quick getaway. Plus I need to move my stuff to the Followers anyways.

I pick up my assault rifle from my tent in the Followers, one every doctor gets. It is much like the lieutenant's tent in Primm, but much more flimsy, so I have been working on an unbreakable charm to make it impossible to break in. At the moment, it tires me faster than running twenty miles in an hour to make it last a night. I am however getting better at it. Spells are not meant for enchanting stuff I have been finding out in my time here. If I ever make it back home, I so have to look into enchanting works.

I leave my hunting rifle in the care of Arcade to fight off siegers while I'm gone. His plasma pistol makes fixing his victims a huge pain in the ass. "I'll be gone for about a month or two hopefully. I am going to swing by to drop off some of my stuff, then go slaughter the Legion fort and gain some allies in a bomb happy faction. Cya master!" I tell him cheerfully as I walk away. I hear the man start to protest, but I am already outside the fort.

I leave Freeside, making a stop to buy ammo and a manual for my sniper rifle from the gun runner's booth then take off at a steady jog to the Cazador zone. I read this and reread it again until I understand the gun past point and fire. Using the manual and my experience in firearms, I zero in everything to a solid one hundred meters, so I don't miss because the bullet strays a bit to the right or up.

The rifle is used to great efficiency as it tears through the Cazadors like the bugs they were, not the insanely power monstrosities that gives grown soldiers bed wetting nightmares they are. I make sure to harvest all their eggs and poison. My old supply had ran out in my stay within Freeside. Those Cazador omelets drove the doctors crazy for more. Hell, if I didn't respect what they did and how they have helped me, I would have made so much money off selling the things to them.

I get to Primm in a record four days only to be stopped by one of the soldiers, a Philip I believe. "Halt! There has been a takeover of Primm by inmates from a nearby prison yesterday! Enter at your own risk." I stare at the Armed man blankly.

"They are prisoners Phil. Shoot them in the lung and they die like any normal man," I tell the man, exasperated by the stupidity of the military. The man looks a little ashamed but doesn't move. Orders and the like.

Sighing at the NCR soldier, I draw out my two new guns and walk into the town to clean it up. I am not left-handed, but with my focus, I should be able to shoot straight enough. I discovered that adrenaline messes with my focus and it makes regulating the magic far too hard, so I can only last three minutes in battle before I feel faint. That shouldn't matter too much as I do the focus in bursts if I need to fight with it.

I advance into the town and shoot the first two people I see with the M9. The gun produces nothing, but a little puff and the men fall with a bullet wound to the head. This one, unlike mine, was not a glancing hit. I do not break stride as I walk around the side of the casino and sight in two more men, this time with both to my weapons.

One puff and crack later, I am being swarmed by men with bats and knives. The fools. I bombard them with bullets until only I remain standing in a ring of bodies. I saw people come out of the casino, so I sprint at the door and shoulder bash through the already broken doors. What I see hallows my mind.

In the corner are all my co-workers or neighbors dead in a pile. The casino is trashed and there is small fires everywhere that will no doubt only grow now that the thugs are dead. I mindlessly reload my weapons as I leave through the open doorway, my dash inside taking the doors off their hinges. With my mind blank from what I saw in the casino, I kick open the hotel door that the guest sleep in for the night. I see a group of inmates, so I shoot them. More inmates flood into the room, so I shoot them too.

I walk through the hotel, floor by floor, mindlessly killing any person that moved. When I ran out of 9mm ammo, I pulled out my knife and got in close. My speed helping me get too close before they can shoot me. My coat and shirt are soon drenched in the blood of the… trash that killed the people I have known for the past year.

They try to ambush me at every turn. They fail every time. Their breath, their shaking hands, their heartbeat, I hear it all and I stop it all. The old plaster does nothing to protect them from being tackled through the walls. The old wood doesn't stop my cutting charms from taking limbs off. Every kill I make, I watch their eyes as the life leaves them. Seeing the animals' confusion and terror as they die under my hands.

I stab the last man I see through the lung and he falls gasping with my knife still in his chest just as his ally came around the corner. I have no time to pull out my knife, so with a roar, I lunge forward and latch my teeth into his neck.

Growling like an animal, I clamp down on his neck, shaking my head viciously back and forth to rip the throat out. I spit out the flesh onto his bleeding body and go retrieve my knife. I pull my displaced bandana back on as I stalk out of the dead building to get my things. It had come off at some point, so I pocketed it. I pick up all my M9 clips along with some M1911 types as well from a few of the dead coupled with their ammo supplies.

There is not a sound left in the town as I walk through it. The massacre the prisoners reaped took out all the innocents and my animal extermination killed the rest of the living creatures. Seeing that the town is gone, I draw up all my emotions and let them out in a loud echoing roar. I abruptly cut the cry off and wipe the small tears that has formed out of my eyes so I can carry on with my business in town.

I check my house to see it is mostly fine with only graffiti on it. I see the spells on my locks are still active, so I disenchant the door and open it. I roll up my bed and tie it to my pack which I fill with my caps, tools for my bike and spare ammo. My nicknacks goes into my satchel if they are small enough. They are just a few things I've gotten in my travels. I open my garage and ride my bike out of the town back to Philip.

I slow to a stop next to the wide-eyed man. He must be shocked I'm still alive or the fact my upper body is covered with blood along with a jaw painted in the substance. "Town's dead. Tell the lieutenant he's a failure of a soldier." On these words, I gun the engine and make it to Vegas in a few hours before sunset. The Cazador try to chase, but they aren't fast enough to catch a bike tearing across the hills at a good 60 Miles per hour. My bike flies over the hills, but the suspension holds under the stress like it was made to. I only stop once to take a water break and to clean off the drying blood.

I ride straight into the fort after opening the gates to Freeside and up to my tent. I park my bike and throw my bed and supply pack into my tent without looking. I'll unload it later. I hop back on the bike as I see Arcade coming over hesitantly. "Hey. Are you okay?"

"No. Primm's dead. I need to go do something productive to calm down. Get my mind off it all. Bye," I stiltedly tell my master as I speed out of the fort and up to the Boomer's base. I speed by the first nice man I've met that hangs out there to bet with people and weave my way through the ruined town.

The town's remains were covered in craters, making my ride bumpy and dangerous, but I took it in strides and somehow in my blind travels, I manager to reach the gates to what looks to be an airfield before the second salvo of mortars hit the ground.

I whip the bike around to stop before the fence. Jumping off the bike, I quickly raise my hands over my head to show I am not hostile. "Greetings to the Boomers! I have an offer for you lot!" I call out, the anger and haste in my mind not showing in my voice thankfully. A man with a rocket launcher aimed at me comes down and I have to question with a befuddled expression on my face, "What are you going to do with that? Aren't you a tad bit too close?" I point at the launcher in question. This did more to calm me down then the mindless driving. Ah the stupidity of people.

"Shut up! Why are you here?" The man shouted at me while gesturing with his rocket launcher. The guy is going to misfire one day and kill himself.

"I wish for assistance in taking Hoover dam! I am willing to help out here in any way possible to gain your help." The man, more of a boy really looks at me and slowly nods. He tells me to follow and I do so. I walk my bike next to him, taking their base in and set the vehicle against the house he points to enter. "Do not touch my bike," I tell him. "The offer is off if anything happens to the bike and lives will be forfeit." While I am slightly more calm, I am still majorly pissed off about my town and in a terrible mood.

I enter the house, more of a barrack, to see an old woman. "Hello ma'am," I greet her.

She turns and looks startled at my appearance, "Good lord!" Thank the gods I washed off most of the blood on my way to the fort or this would be worse. "How can I help you outsider?" I tell her my offer and what my goal is. "If you help us with our goal, then I will lend assistance. First, to show you are honest in your offer. Here is a key to our generators. Giant ants have gotten into the armory inside and eaten our gun-powder. We have lost some good men to them as they explode if shot and have more injured. Clean out the place and restart all the generators and it will be a start."

I take the key and leave. Instead of walking to thee generators, I find the medical barracks that I saw on my way into the base. At the sound of injured people, I have to lend my assistance before it is too late. Opening the door, I see five men on the bed, moaning and bleeding out from burns and other wounds. The doctor is amateurishly trying to fix them up, but clearly didn't know what in the world to do.

I call out to him as he is about to shift one of the people with an obvious neck injury, "The hell you doing?!" The man jumps and backs away from the person. I glare at the terrible doctor as I draw out my medical supplies, muttering about dumbass bombers.

I see a few have bad burns and one is missing an arm. The other two have a few shrapnel wounds and the one the doctor was near has a neck bent at a wrong angle, but is still breathing. "Don't move his neck you fool! Now get your ass over here and help me with man!" The man in question was the limbless one. The wound is nearly burnt shut, but it is still bleeding heavily. "You forgot to tourniquet the wound! How the hell are you the doctor here?!" I snarl at the shaking man. I hear a stuttering reply, but I don't even let it register in my mind.

I pull out a leather belt and tighten it around the upper remains of the man's arm. I make sure it is secure before pulling out a scalpel and peeling up the lower layer of skin, evening the ragged flaps as well as getting rid of the burnt areas. The doctor vomits to the side as I do this, but it is necessary. I open the wound further before manipulating the muscles away from the bone and tying off any blood vessels. I use a bone saw to get rid of the sharp edges of the bone before finishing everything up using my focus to make sure everything goes smoothly. I only know the theory behind this, so this is a different experience for me. I suture the wound shut with the remaining skin along with a bit of skin I stole from the man's other arm and manage to bandage it all up as the resident doctor finally pulls himself together. That man must have had some lunch to vomit for an hour straight.

It is also a new experience to treat the third degree burns of this extent, but I make sure all the people become stable. Sure they will all be scarred horrible for the rest of their lives, but they can still enjoy that life after they heal up. "Good. They're going to make it," I observe as I finish bandaging the last of the burn victims.

The doctor comes over, panting like a dog, "Who are you and how are you so good at medicine?"

I answer him with my nickname, "I am called the Singing Doctor at the Follower's fort. One of the few real doctors in this hell on Earth" The man gives a noise of acknowledgment even if he doesn't know the name. The Boomers aren't the most social of people in the wasteland. "Alright, just don't move them too much and give them plenty of stimpacks and bed rest. They should be good to go in a month or two. The broken neck will need a neck brace for a few more months as well. I have to go kill what did this to them."

I stride out of the room without another word, silently relishing in how confused the man must be, and go to the generator. I can see why Arcade takes pride in how he confuses everyone. It is quite fun.

I open the door to the generator room with my sniper rifle in hand as I forgot to get my old hunting one from Arcade and my assault rifle was left at the fort in my haste, strapped to my bag. I walk down the tunnel to the generators. I see an ant, so I shoot it in center mass. It falls down and just as I question what the hell the woman was going on about, it explodes with the force of a grenade. The exoskeleton of the ant acts as shrapnel and even imbeds the skeleton into the wall.

This is going to be a joy of a task, I just know it.