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Playthrough of Operation Anchorage
The corpse of the feral ghoul fell to the floor with a thud. A spent fell next to it with a clink that echoed through the darkness of Bailey's Crossroads. Verea the Commando looted the ghoul's body and found a single canister of jet. A green laser transformed the canister into data and stored in the Pip-boy on Verea's wrist.
"Feral's rarely have anything. It's a good thing there fun to kill!" Verea said with a smile. She looked to her side and realized that Fawkes was not with her. He was the Lincoln Memorial studying with Hannibal. He had wanted to come with Verea but Verea told him he could handle it. The Brotherhood had reported that a small group of Super Mutants had holed up in Bailey's Crossroads, and had requested that Verea take them out. As an Honorary Knight of the Brotherhood it was her duty to do so, and she got to keep the spoils.
"Some blood samples for Tristan. Some new toys, of course I am up to it."
"Beep Beep Beep"
Verea jumped and once again un-holstered her hunting rifle, circling around for an unseen enemy, but aside from the dripping of Feral Ghoul blood the tunnel was silent.
"Beep Beep Beep"
Again Verea heard the noise but this time she noticed it was coming from the Pip-Boy on her wrist. Sighing, Verea holstered her gun and checked the device. It was detecting a new radio signal. Verea blinked, there were only two radio signals powerful enough to get down in the tunnels. GNR and Agatha's Station. It was very curious.
A male voiced rang through the tunnel…
"This is Defender Morrill, any Outcasts listening on this frequency report to sector 7-B, Bailey's Crossroads. This is a high-priority message, backup is needed at our location. Any personnel listening on this frequency please report at once."
A scowl crossed Verea's face. Outcasts…the traitors of the Brotherhood, they abandoned the noble cause of Elder Lyons to pursue technology. Like children hoarding all their toys. The fact that they treat wastelanders like dirt didn't help their image at all. She had dealings with them in the past…trading in spare parts for supplies and gaining enough of their trust to infiltrate their headquarters and "help herself" to some tech. But Verea wanted little to do with them, aside from avoiding them.
The message repeated
Listening to it again, Verea gathered her thoughts. "If the Pip-boy just detected the signal its possible that they have not reached Bailey's Crossroads. If that place is so important maybe I will get some fancy loot!"
The decision made, Verea journey to the surface.
A pair of large green arms raised the nailboard high into the sky. A battle cry following shortly after. Then a bolt of red light pierced the source of the battle cry. The nail board went flying.
Quick as a flash, Verea loaded another microfusion cell into the Wazer Wifle and rolled to dodge minigun fire. The intelligence was correct. A large group of super-mutants had holed up at Bailey's Crossroads. Seven of them, four of them had bitten the dust. The ones that still had heads that is.
"Time to die!" one of the Mutants screamed.
Verea let out another round of light energy. The shot was true and the mutant disintegrated into a pile of ash. The mutants comrades cried out and rage and let off their weapons.
ZAP ZAP ZAP! BANG BANG BANG! RATATATA RATATATA!
When the dust and gunsmoke cleared, there were two less Super Mutants to worry about. With a satisfied smirk. Verea holstered the Wazer Wifle on her back and proceeded to round up her spoils.
Seven more blood samples…350 more caps for Verea. A minigun…to help repair Eugene, two assault rifles, 5 grenades, 2 nailboards, and a large supply of ammo. Not a bad haul. Verea rooted through the pocket of a large Brute and found a slab of Ant Meat.
Ant Meat, slightly better than mole-rat, not a bad texture, good eating. Thought Verea, and she proceeded to chow down.
Her post-battle snack was interrupted by the sound of a microfusion cell being loaded into a laser rifle behind her. "Shit"
Defender Morrill was not a happy camper. A month and half in that old base, and virtually nothing to show for it, that damned lock just wouldn't respond. On top on that they were being sent up to the D.C. ruins to fight super mutants. That job was left to Elder Lyons and the soldier sycophants but orders were orders. And the cherry on top…they had to search for one young woman in the D.C, Wasteland. This Lone Wanderer Verea, talk about a needle in a haystack. All that Three Dog tells them is where she wasn't.
Laser Rifle fire and the cries of Super Mutants stirred him out of his reverie. He signaled the other Outcasts to hold.
ZAP ZAP ZAP! BANG BANG BANG! RATATATA RATATATA!
Then…silence.
Several heartbeats later, Morrill motioned his company to move forward. A few Super Mutant corpses met them, They were all dead.
The sound of footsteps caused Morrill to once again signal his men to hold. He signaled one of his men to peer around the corner. The said soldier obeyed and held up one finger, signaling there was only one person out. Morrill signaled the others to surround the individual.
The individual was kneeling over a super mutant with a laser rifle on his or her back and was eating a hunk of Ant Meat.
Morrill raised his own laser rifle and loaded a fresh MF cell. Alerted by the sound the figure raised its arms in a pacifistic gesture and turned around.
Behind his helmet Morrill raised his eyebrow. Verea the Commando was standing in front of him.
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