Nuka world transit center
As the snow and rain ceased to fall the raiders got out of the parking lot, some of them arguing and bickering and throwing snow at each other, unaware of the danger. Naturally after he got the bounties and left, the Eagle heard rumors of the theme park full of riches to sell and caps to get. Loot , money and adventures is what has driven him to work as a mercenary. For the gunners or any other well paid job, he will not be living like a rat anymore
From a nearby hill lays the somewhat camouflaged form of Richard, better known as 'The Eagle' for his marksmanship. Looking through the scope he can see these people and their guns, really beautiful and slick scoped and silenced used by black suited and armored figures with a fancy haircut, while noisy bayoneted wielded by the few others and crudely dressed in bright colours, pink and yellows
The suited ones soon began an organized patrol and two semi hidden sentries changed places. Eight, six suited, two bright, the first methodical and organised, the second bold and noisy. Three left to patrol leaving the others behind, three on high position on the parking lot and two going inside to sleep or whatever they do. The place is not big, two connected multi floor parking lots, and fence, and just not many defenses, a main building and broken cars. And all these bottles statues
Knowing he has to be quick he finds better position and targets the lone sentry, waiting. Finding one crouched down and observing, he shots right at the neck and shifts his sights to the next two, close enough to be dispatched within moments. Alerted by the gunshots in the quiet and cold morning they change position and search for any threat. He stays in the snow and foliage mix, observing and unmoving until the stop and whistle. What ? ... is it a sign for danger or to -
Realisation hits him and he shoots one, separated by the other and then the other one, one to the stomach followed by a headshot. No signs of anyone else, he tracks the rest, fully alert but far enough to not see him. He stops at the entrance just before the huge bottles and plants a few mines covering them with snow. Luckily the rain didn't melt all of it. What he didn't know was, a grinnin Disciple was waiting for the moment to cut him to pieces, in the wrecked bus. It moved to a better position ready to taste blood ...
In the building stood a machine, called train, and an announcement kept playing on. Stealthily approaching and scanning , he found someone in a green and gray sharpening a blade and giggling at it's words of massacre and spilled guts. No one else was present and he had much time. He aims his rifle and shoots at the figure knee shattering it and getting angry and chilling, blood curling screams of rage. The figure was shot again in the arm trying to crawl towards him, he shoots its again killing it, one thing he knows is to make sure it's dead
A sharp pain in his shoulder however, distracts him , tearing through muscle and lodging there, he loses his rifle and turns extracting his pistol to an advancing figure waving a knife
"Well, well, well, and fly flies into the web" A smooth voice says. Another knife was sent flying cutting through his leather and drawing more blood and yet another one at his face, narrowly avoided and the figure now close, ready to pounce on the prey
"Hahaha hm too slow hm ? Don't you worry honey I'll make it even, slower and worse ..."