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But wasn't she supposed to be the enemy? Even looking at her now with her pathetic attempts to staunch her own bloody wound, you could remember the first time you had encountered raiders in the game. In a place called Springvale where you had seen people torn limb from limb hung from meat hooks in the air, blood splattered on walls, bones stripped of all flesh, and the decapitated heads of screaming faces that had been stuck up on poles as decoration. These were the worst scum of humanity that did not deserve to live.

(Bullet to the head.)

And as that memory replayed itself over and over again in your mind, you knelt down beside her, brushed her wet hair from her forehead, and pressed the barrel of your gun to her temple. Her hot tears, causing runnels to course down her dirt-stained cheeks, when arms roughly dragged you backwards. Loraq's ashen face staring down at you aghast as Cassidy came up behind with a small cut on her neck. “We need her alive, rookie.”

(Break her neck.)

And as that memory replayed itself over and over again in your mind, you knelt down beside her, brushed her wet hair from her forehead, and dug your fingers into her soft vulnerable neck. Her hot tears, causing runnels to course down her dirt stained cheeks, when arms roughly dragged you backwards. Loraq's ashen face staring down at you aghast as Cassidy came up behind with a small cut on her neck. “We need her alive, rookie.”

Her words struck hard like a hammer as you gaped up at her in disbelief, half wondering if she had gone mad? Allowing a raider to live? While the rest of her squad watched you with cold expressions that revealed nothing. Whereas Loraq looked at you in horror, before shoving his way past Demarco, and out of the warehouse. The golden skinned man, sneering at his departure as he combed a finger through his hair. "Stupid idiot still thinks we are here to save the rest of the world."

Tessa, her soft brown eyes full of a strange kind of sadness, shaking her head sadly from side to side as she spoke softly, "it's that damn, Liam's fault. Ever since the boy started listening to Freedom Fighter's Radio, he sees the whole world differently now. I just pray reality brings him down gently."

Mind whirring with so many possibilities, including the fear that this woman would one day bring back her friends for some revenge, you watched Wren, the small diminutive blonde woman, step past you, and begin laying out medical supplies beside her. Her voice, surprisingly harsh like rust being drawn over stone as she said, "Could be a while before we can move her."

Cassidy her brow dripping with sweat, wiping her forehead as she replied, "Just stop her bleeding for now," before she looked around with a frown, and barked, "well? What are you waiting for fools? Find the supplies already."

But as you gaze around at the stack upon stack of green crates that line walls, metal shelves, and piled high in corners, you can’t help thinking that there must be a quicker way to find what they needed before trouble arrives.

Eyes eventually landing back on the woman, you could see from her pale complexion that she had lost a lot of blood.

(Go Back to Searching the Warehouse.)

But feared it would take too long to get the information out of her. Better to search the warehouse quickly and get out of here, so you moved on through the row, knocking off lids, finding age old dog food, expired years ago, bullet casings, scrap metal, and a lot of other useless junk.

By the time they found the two crates filled with radaway and rad-x, you could hear the roar of buggies outside. Cassidy, her lips peeled back in a grimace as she snapped, "hide! Put those fucking candles out!"

The sound of voices outside growing louder as the vehicles went dead quiet and you hid behind a shelf at the far back, ducking down behind two crates.

"Gutter! Where the fuck are you?! You're supposed to be keeping your men on fucking watch! Red, won't like us letting our guard down with those Freedom Fuckers out there!"

"Gutter?! Gutter you fuck?!"

Light gleaming off polished steel, several raiders in armor made from what looked to be car parts pushed their way inside. The lead figure, a blunt-nosed stocky man with a bald scalp and golden eyes that shone in the darkness as he peered around the gloomy warehouse. A part of you finding it laughable that they would strip cars and attempt to imitate power armor with leather straps holding the joints together, but all you could feel was a sudden cold fear. Those submachine guns of theirs, could unload up to fifty rounds in a matter of seconds. Even with Jernald here, that minigun would take time to spin into action, and would make a lot of noise. By then most of them could be dead, except for the tin can.

Eyes glancing over towards Cassidy who crouched down not too far from you along the row, you could see the rest of the squad, watching and waiting in the shadows. Waiting for the signal to attack.

(Toss a grenade. Throwing skill 30%.)

But you refused to wait here and die, your hand slipping a grenade out of your pocket, and lightly tossing it underarm towards them. The way it bounced and rolled to their feet, creating a moment of panic in their leader's yellow eyes as you roared, "get down!"

Their loud curses as they moved to flee, followed by a concussive blast that ripped shelves and men apart flinging debris into the air that ripped into your flesh.

-3 HP.

-1 grenade.

Silence dawning again as the ringing left your ears, you had only a moment to look up, before a fist rocked you back on your heels. Cassidy's expression, a thundercloud of fury as she hauled you up to your feet, and shook you by the shoulders. "What the fuck do you think you were doing?! You could have killed us you fucking idiot!"

Left cheek swelling as you mutter, "I was careful."

-1 HP.

When she tossed you to the ground, her lips curled up into a snarl, "Careful is understanding all the risks! There could have been explosives back there!"

The shelves that had been blown over, revealing crates filled with empty rocket shells. The thought that you could have blown them all sky high, washing you with shame as Demarco scowled, and fingered his pistol as though waiting for a single word.

Sweeping a glance in either direction, Cassidy nodded her head to the door. "Come on, let's get the fuck out of here, and pray all that noise didn't attract any attention."

(Wait.)

This time however, you were determined to wait for her call, when the raider's caught sight of the mangled corpses of their friends. "What the fuck!"

Cassidy using that moment of distraction to fire several bursts from her assault rifle to draw their attention in practiced precision that forced them down, while Jernald and Bull charged out of the darkness like hulking beasts. The paladin easily clobbering two of them into bloody scraps as Bull came up from behind to swing a machete that cleaved through the gap in their necks. The few shots fired pinging dully off the power armour as silence returned.

Sweeping a glance in either direction, Cassidy nodded her head in the direction of the door. "Let's move."

(Create a distraction.)

Palms covered in sweat, you knew you had to act, and grabbed hold of the shelf in front of you.

Combat roll - (Roll 1, 6 sided dice and add it to your strength attribute. Strength required 6. If successful, continue reading. If not you have unfortunately been killed and must begin again.)

And with a heave toppled it over sending the crates crashing to the warehouse floor, followed by a domino effect as shelves smashed into each other. The raiders retreating back in shock when they were hit by two hulking figures. One in power armor that tore off a man's head in a gush of blood, while the other Bull, wielded a machete like a butcher, cleaving through the gaps in their neck. The dawning silence, making you very much aware that Cassidy was glaring at you, when she barked out, " Let's move!" and nodded her head in the direction of the door.

(Interrogate the woman.)

But considering that they had little time before more of her friends returned, you knelt back down beside the raider, ignoring Wren's scowl as you bumped her aside, and asked, "Where are crates that have radaway and rad-x?"

The woman all but gurgling on her own blood as she laughed at you, and spat, "fuck you."

(Convince. Charisma 4.)

The speckles of blood that landed on your cheek, causing you to grimace as you wiped it away, and loomed over her. "Make things easier on yourself. I'm willing to part with a stimpak if you will help us."

The hunger and desire that flashed into her blue eyes, telling you that she was interested as she rasped out, "how do I know you are not lying?"

Gaze locked onto each other, you tried to exude every bit of confidence as you replied, "do I look like I would lie to you?"

But whether it was the memory of you trying to kill her only a few seconds ago, she growled, "you look like food, and when my boys get here, I'm going to enjoy carving out your liver." (Click on the continue option.)

(Threaten. Charisma 4.)

The speckles of blood that landed on your cheek, causing you to grimace as you wiped it away, and loomed over her. "Make things easier on yourself, otherwise I might be forced to take more extreme measures."

The fear that flashed into her blue eyes, telling you that she believed you as she rasped out, "how do I know that you won't just kill me anyway?"

Gaze locked onto hers, you tried to exude every bit of danger into the air as you replied slowly with a crooked smile, "that's a risk you'll have to take."

And whether it was the memory of you trying to kill her only a few seconds ago, she looked away from you, before she muttered, "it's on the shelf at the far east corner of the warehouse."

Standing back up to see Cassidy staring at you again, she nodded her head to you. Demarco for once silent and contemplative, while Wren got back to work treating her patient.

Cassidy's voice echoing around the room as she circled her arm in the air. "Let's grab those crates and move out."

(No applicable skills.)

Unfortunately however, you had no skills at persuasion. (Continue below.)

(Continue here for failed interrogation.)

Having failed miserably in getting the information you wanted, you tried to ignore Demarco's smirk as you returned to the search.

However, by the time they found the two crates filled with radaway and rad-x, you could hear the roar of buggies outside. Cassidy, her lips peeled back in a grimace, snapping, "hide! Put those fucking candles out!"

The sound of voices outside growing louder as the vehicles went dead quiet and you hid behind a shelf at the far back, ducking down behind two crates.

"Gutter! Where the fuck are you?! You're supposed to be keeping your men on fucking watch! Red, won't like us letting our guard down with those Freedom Fuckers out there!"

"Gutter?! Gutter you fuck?!"

Light gleaming off polished steel, several raiders in armor made from what looked to be car parts pushed their way inside. The lead figure, a blunt-nosed stocky man with a bald scalp and golden eyes that shone in the darkness as he peered around the gloomy warehouse. A part of you finding it laughable that they would strip cars and attempt to imitate power armor with leather straps holding the joints together, but all you could feel was a sudden cold fear. Those submachine guns of theirs, could unload up to fifty rounds in a matter of seconds. Even with Jernald here, that minigun would take time to spin into action, and would make a lot of noise. By then most of them could be dead, except for the tin can.

Eyes glancing over towards Cassidy who crouched down not too far from you along the row, you could see the rest of the squad, watching and waiting in the shadows. Waiting for the signal to attack.

(Toss a grenade. Throwing skill 30%.)

But you refused to wait here and die, your hand slipping a grenade out of your pocket, and lightly tossing it underarm towards them. The way it bounced and rolled to their feet, creating a moment of panic in their leader's yellow eyes as you roared, "get down!"

Their loud curses as they moved to flee, followed by a concussive blast that ripped shelves and men apart flinging debris into the air that ripped into your flesh.

-3 HP.

-1 grenade.

Silence dawning again as the ringing left your ears, you had only a moment to look up, before a fist rocked you back on your heels. Cassidy's expression, a thundercloud of fury as she hauled you up to your feet, and shook you by the shoulders. "What the fuck do you think you were doing?! You could have killed us you fucking idiot!"

Left cheek swelling as you mutter, "I was careful."

-1 HP.

When she tossed you to the ground, her lips curled up into a snarl, "Careful is understanding all the risks! There could have been explosives back there!"

The shelves that had been blown over, revealing crates filled with empty rocket shells. The thought that you could have blown them all sky high, washing you with shame as Demarco scowled, and fingered his pistol as though waiting for a single word.

Sweeping a glance in either direction, Cassidy nodded her head to the door. "Come on, let's get the fuck out of here, and pray all that noise didn't attract any attention."

(Wait.)

This time however, you were determined to wait for her call, when the raider's caught sight of the mangled corpses of their friends. "What the fuck!"

Cassidy using that moment of distraction to fire several bursts from her assault rifle to draw their attention in practiced precision that forced them down, while Jernald and Bull charged out of the darkness like hulking beasts. The paladin easily clobbering two of them into bloody scraps as Bull came up from behind to swing a machete that cleaved through the gap in their necks. The few shots fired pinging dully off the power armor as silence returned.

Sweeping a glance in either direction, Cassidy nodded her head in the direction of the door. "Let's move."

(Create a distraction.)

Palms covered in sweat, you knew you had to act, and grabbed hold of the shelf in front of you.

Combat roll - (Roll 1, 6 sided dice and add it to your strength attribute. Strength required 6. If successful, continue reading. If not you have unfortunately been killed and must begin again.)

And with a heave toppled it over sending the crates crashing to the warehouse floor, followed by a domino effect as shelves smashed into each other. The raiders retreating back in shock when they were hit by two hulking figures. One in power armor that tore off a man's head in a gush of blood, while the other Bull, wielded a machete like a butcher, cleaving through the gaps in their neck. The dawning silence, making you very much aware that Cassidy was glaring at you, when she barked out, " Let's move!" and nodded her head in the direction of the door.