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Chemestry and Research; Event mission!
Topic Started: Nov 29 2009, 03:40 PM (876 Views)
Zilabus
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"Errr, it seems close to here man. We should probably get going, before that trap of yours goes off anyway. What was th- you know what, I don't really want to know. It's probably still pretty close."


"Yeah, I get that feeling too. This doesn't look like it's a very deep cave and... hey, look!" Eli pointed over toward the left end of the passageway, just barely illuminated by the lantern. There was a large makeshift beam, a composite of different pieces of material, extending all the way up to the tunnels ceiling. "Looks like a support beam to me, man. With that construction job... somebodies been in here since the bombs fell."

"C'mon, his lab is probably at the end of this tunnel, although I hope there some sort of protection. The trap I left can take down a gang of ghouls, but if we're gonna be here for a while, I'd rather not be setting up somewhere where they can just come charging through." Eli continued exploring the large passagway, with Eddy doing the same in different directions. He looked all around him, careful not to miss anything. Eventually, he spotted what looked to be a makeshift shelf, made of fastened together deadwood. It held a lot of odds and ends, an umbrella, an old camera, a large pile of scrap gears, cogs, screws, and bolts, a makeshift journal with some grimy pens, and a car battery attatched to what looked to be an old flashlight.

"Hey, check this out! Looks like this is all the basics you'd want to take with you if you where going into the tunnel, especially if you where a scientist studying something. I think whoever used to live here, or lives here currently, I guess, set this up as sort of a last set of equipment to grab on the way out. Bring the light over here. Maybe this flashlight still works."
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"Yeah, I get that feeling too. This doesn't look like it's a very deep cave and... hey, look! Looks like a support beam to me, man. With that construction job... somebodies been in here since the bombs fell."

Well, that was rather obvious. Eddy looked around, and wondered why exactly he had a makeshift beam in there. Did he really need to make sure the ceiling didn't fall in on him? It seemed pretty weird, anyway. Why would he possibly need to have a god damn support beam in here? Perhaps because of the fact that a cave ceiling that survived a nuclear war would for some reason need a god damn support beam. What, he practicing his grenade toss down here or something?

"C'mon, his lab is probably at the end of this tunnel, although I hope there some sort of protection. The trap I left can take down a gang of ghouls, but if we're gonna be here for a while, I'd rather not be setting up somewhere where they can just come charging through."

As Eli continued exploring the large passage ways, Eddy inspected the floor. The only foot prints in here where that of Eddie's and Elie's, besides for a few in the corner. Eddy walked over and looked down, they definatly didn't seem like feral shoe prints. That was weird thought Eddy, as he continued exploring the large passage way. Maybe the old man came down here a little while ago? Maybe the old man was a ghoul? Maybe he was a feral, joining his brethren after falling into madness or some shit?

"Hey, check this out! Looks like this is all the basics you'd want to take with you if you where going into the tunnel, especially if you where a scientist studying something. I think whoever used to live here, or lives here currently, I guess, set this up as sort of a last set of equipment to grab on the way out. Bring the light over here. Maybe this flashlight still works."

El was looking at something, and called Eddy over. Stopping his examination of the footprints and the wall, Eddy walked over to Eli. There was a ton of shit on the table that really could have been anything. Not taking time to examine it, he noticed a flashlight before turning and seeing something near the wall. A skeleton. Yep, there sure was a dead guy on the fucking wall. "Errr, Eli? Might want to look over. Pretty sure there's a mother fucking dead guy on this wall."
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Lmgthev:� You're like John Candy from Cool Runnings
Lmgthev:� Washed up has been who teaches the newcomers the trade� :D

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Eli flipped a switch on the Flashlight and hooked Aligator-clamps from the Battery to it. It produced a dim beam of light, less powerful then the radius put out by the lantern, but still far better then nothing. He strapped the batter to his back quickly, and held the light in his non-gun hand. It illuminated the tall ceilding above in a dim circle of light, and Eli was about to explore more when he heard Eddy's rather... irate voice.

"Errr, Eli? Might want to look over. Pretty sure there's a mother fucking dead guy on this wall."

Eli turned over immediatly, his knuckkles know white with the intensity he was grasping his pistol. "What the fuck did you just say? A dead guy? This is looking worse and worse."

Eli looked over to where Eddy stood, and subsequently saw the skeletal remains before him. Eli was a little squimish about a rotting corpse, but he wasn't so sheltered as to be fearful of a bleached out skeleton. Well... it was still a little unsettling. But just a little. Eli took a closer peek. Not much gleened it's reason for death or personality, but it did have some strange looking cartrages near it's hip. Eli stepped even closer and snatched them up.

Eli took a second to think about it, and eventually tossed the strange cannister back to Eddy. "Hey, check it out. Energy weapon charge pack. Lucky for you, eh?" Fusion charge packs, pistol Energy cells, and all other manner of energy weapon fuel was worth quite a bit, but probably not in such a... backwards settlement, and it was only a couple shots worth, anyways.

"If there's more where that came from, we might as well keep exploring, right? I'd keep my gun drawn though. Whatever killed him might still be in this passage."

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Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes.
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Eli turned over quickly, looking for the body right after Eddy uttered the words "motherfuckingdeadyguy", or something along those lines. Grasping his pistol tightly, Eli spoke. "What the fuck did you just say? A dead guy? This is looking worse and worse."

Eli stared over near where Eddy stood, looking at the dead guy. He seemed to be examining it, looking for something on the body. Turning around, Eddy gave another good look at the skeleton. Old. White. Dead. Eddy had seen far worse, sadly. There seemed to be a wrench near it's feet, probably here since the bombs fell. Looking upward, Eddy noticed a energy weapon cartridge. Grinning, right before he went to grab it Eli stepped forward.

Eli grabbed it, than after weighting a second tossed it to Eddy. "Hey, check it out. Energy weapon charge pack. Lucky for you, eh?" Eddy would put this to good use. The ammo would probably end up in some ferals head pretty soon. Switching out the cartridge inside of his gun for this new one, he smacked the side of his gun and checked it's ammo count.

"If there's more where that came from, we might as well keep exploring, right? I'd keep my gun drawn though. Whatever killed him might still be in this passage."

"Eerrrr, yeah man. I guess it probably is. Shouldn't be too much trouble. A bullet in it's head and a few bolts of energy in it's torso should kill it lickety split." Eddy raised his lantern higher, and noticed something against the far wall."'Hey, check this out. " Eddy walked towards something in the wall, his lantern held up high. Getting closer, he noticed that it was covering in barbed wire and wooden boards. "Dude, seems there's something behind this. It looks like it got opened, and the guy couldn't close it. Moron probably just walled it up with some wooden boards and some wire and called it a day. What do you think's inside?"
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Lmgthev:� Like tbh I agree CP is not the golden boy at all
Lmgthev:� You're like John Candy from Cool Runnings
Lmgthev:� Washed up has been who teaches the newcomers the trade� :D

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"Dude, seems there's something behind this. It looks like it got opened, and the guy couldn't close it. Moron probably just walled it up with some wooden boards and some wire and called it a day. What do you think's inside?"

"Hell, it's probably this guy's lab or whatever you want to call it. I'm not sure how good the conditions will be if he could only put up the effort to set up this raider crap. Probably hired some punks to do it for him and called it good."

Eli stepped forward towards it, closing the distance quickly. Whoever ahd set it up, it would be easy enough to get through. After carefully manuvering some segments of barbed wire and a board, eli made a large enough opening to slip through, and when he came onto the other side, he saw a much more human-looking section of tunnel. With makeshift supports on all the corners, and a roughly square shape and more openings, it seemed to make a multi-roomed living space. Stepping forward a little more, the floor creaked and Eli noticed the plank flooring.

To his left, the entire wall of the opening passage was covered with shabby looking scientific journals, and to his right there was even an old coat rack and what appeared to be a re-apolstered pre-war chair. This was definately the professors living space, that was undeniable.
Eli "Slim" Ambrose
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Level: 5
Bucket town reputation: -175
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Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes.
Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket
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Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread
Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka
4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars
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Caucasian
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Eli stepped forward towards the safe/door/, taking large strides and seemingly leaping (well, what would be leaping to a man of Eddies height) at it. As Eli waded through barbed wire and some sort of board, he made a large opening and narrowly slipped through it. As Eddy watched from this angle, Eli walked further, not bothering to wait for Eddy to catch up, let alone pass the damned lantern to him. Yeah, I'll just wait here until I find out if anything is going to eat him. Glancing through the hole, the feeble light made it possible for Eddy to see poorly made support beams. The dammed sewer lasted 200 years, why would he think the roof would fall down now?? The floorboards creaked under Elis foot, as he advanced towards a wall filled with scientific notes. Wait, what? The planks where making noise? The room had wood flooring? What the hell was that? The man had obviously been set up a lot longer than Eddy thought he would have.

"Yo, Eli, I think there's something wrong here. The professor guy installs wood flooring, but he doesn't have the time to properly reseal the door? What do you think might be in there?" Walking through the hole and into the other side of the room, Eddy realized just how long the man must of been in here. "The guy was probably a ghoul too. I mean, unless he had his own little armory down here, he wouldn't of lasted that long." Right when Eddy finished his sentence, he heard something behind him. A moaning sound accompanied by growling. "And Ferals are here."
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Lmgthev:� Like tbh I agree CP is not the golden boy at all
Lmgthev:� You're like John Candy from Cool Runnings
Lmgthev:� Washed up has been who teaches the newcomers the trade� :D

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"And Ferals are here."

Eli looked around. He too heard the gutteral growls of twisted vocal chords, and it seemed to be coming from the enterance to the not-so-ramshackle housing that the researcher had set up for himself. Eli looked over to Eddy, and ran over to grab the coat rack and the pre-war chair, pushing them up against the barbwire and plank barricade. As he did, he felt a large forceful push on the other end, followed by loud hissing and screaming noises. Eli just barel managed to catch a peak of a ghouls head, engulfed in flame. It's skin hissed and crackled sickeningly, and Eli jumped back. It's head sizzled until it fell to the ground, dead, but more stepped forward to rip through the basic fortification.

"Here! Try to Barracade us in better! I think my trap thinned their numbers, but there's still a damn lot of 'em!"

Eli leaned against the fortifications and felt the ghouls furious pounding away at the barracade. He jammed the barrel of his pistol in a slight opening and fired, hearing a dissapointing screach on the other end. A screech meant it was stilll alive on the other end, along with all of it's buddies. Eli fumbled and clumisly reloaded, still leaning against the barracade. He repeated the manuver, waiting for one of the ghouls to rip a small opening, and then jamming his gun throw the hole and pulling the trigger. Eli reloaded one last time and pulled out his cleaver. He was low on ammo, and they where about to break the threshhold.
Eli "Slim" Ambrose
SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7
Level: 5
Bucket town reputation: -175
Equipment
Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes.
Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket
Inventory
Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread
Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka
4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars
Appearance
Caucasian
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Eli searched the area, and from the look on his face Eddy assumed he had heard the grotesque screams of the ferals. Staring at the entrance for a few seconds, Eli ran over to grab a coat rack and started to barricade the room from the ferals. As he saw Eli push them up against the door, Eddy had a better plan in mind. The ghouls screeched even louder, as Eddy leaped over the desk in the corner of the room. Grabbing the top of it, he flipped it over (for it had little in it, and weighed surprisingly little). Grabbing it, Eddy started to push it closer and closer to the barricade, as fast as he could. The desk screeched as it was pulled across the wooden floor, and as it reached half way across the room Eddy saw exactly what Eli was doing.

Ambrose stuck his gun through the door, and fired with little success. Well, what Eddy assumed was little success, as he heard a screech on the other side that probably meant that the monstrosity was still alive. Reloading his old musket like pistol, he fired again, this time causing considerably more damage. "Eli! Move out of the way!" Eddy jammed the desk up against the barricade, before backing up slightly and panting. Pulling out his Energy Rifle, he looked down it's iron scopes and got onto his knees. A Ferals head popped through the door, and Eddy fired. The bolt of energy narrowly missed the ferals head. Taking more time to aim, Eddy fired once more and popped the feral in the head. Waiting for another ferals head to pop up, he spoke to Eli. "How many are there???"
Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist
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Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator
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Quote:
 
Lmgthev:� Like tbh I agree CP is not the golden boy at all
Lmgthev:� You're like John Candy from Cool Runnings
Lmgthev:� Washed up has been who teaches the newcomers the trade� :D

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"How many are there???"

"Shit! I'd say about ten, maybe more. ,maybe less, I didn't get a good count on 'em. If we can keep 'em coming through one or two at a time, we should be fine, but I just don't know... it felt like they where about to smash through the defences completely."

Eli looked around, paniced. The room they where in was almost bare now, other then the piled up journals in the corner and a few other odds and ends. With a quick flash of inspiration, Eli used his cleaver to pry up one of the floor boards. On the underside, some poorly placed nails remained, and Eli rush up to the side of the barracade, careful not to go into Eddy's line of fire. As a ghoul ripped it arm through, he swung the board with all of the force he could. One of the large nails stuck into the ghoul's arm and pinned it against the side of the barracade. It ripped and pulled at it's own arm, but it remained firmly in place. Eli stepped back to where Eddy was. The board incapacitated one ghoul, but it took far too long to be an effective way to hold off the ghouls, and he had to get dangerously close to where they where likely to burst in from.

Eli set his cleaver on the floor next to him for a quick grab, and pulled out an extra round, holding it between his teeth. He stood above Eddy with his pistol drawn. "Alright. If they come through, we gotta keep 'em at a distance." One ghoul burst through the baracade, breaking a large hole in it. The other ghouls began prying away, and soon two where beginning to crawl through the hole, while the others made it ever wider. Eli took a careful aim and fired. It hit it, luckily, in it's open mouth, ripping through the side of it's mouth, and eventually through the side of it's head. It clutched it's mouth as it's screams became gurgles in it's blood filled mouth. It died slowly, but another crawled over it's dead body, and still others tried to squeeze through with it. Eli went down to load in his ready round.
Eli "Slim" Ambrose
SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7
Level: 5
Bucket town reputation: -175
Equipment
Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes.
Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket
Inventory
Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread
Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka
4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars
Appearance
Caucasian
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"Shit! I'd say about ten, maybe more. ,maybe less, I didn't get a good count on 'em. If we can keep 'em coming through one or two at a time, we should be fine, but I just don't know... it felt like they where about to smash through the defences completely."

Ah fuck. Ten of them? They would probably knock the door soon, and devour both Eddy and Eli. Eli was taller, they would probably eat him first. But maybe tall people tasted worse? Then they would eat Eddy first. But Eddy had the longer ranged gun, so al-wait,what the hell where they doing in the first place? Several ghouls where busting through the wall, and Eddy was confused why the hell Eli just didn't use his damned Moltov Coktails to burn them all to death! Eli shot a feral in the face, ripping off the lower part of his jaw. As Eddy focused, he looked down his sights and aimed at one of the ferals about to leap through the barrier. Tapping the trigger twice, the ferals chest exploded into a fountain of blood, covering it's comrades and the barrier in gore and itty bitty Feral parts. Slapping onto where the ammo cartridge was, it popped out and fell onto the floor. Quickly grabbing whatever was left of his cartridges, he slid it into the weapon and aimed down his sights again. Waiting for a Feral to apear, he screamed at Eli.

"THROW A MOLTOV COCKTAIL MAN!"
Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist
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Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator
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Lmgthev:� Like tbh I agree CP is not the golden boy at all
Lmgthev:� You're like John Candy from Cool Runnings
Lmgthev:� Washed up has been who teaches the newcomers the trade� :D

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"THROW A MOLTOV COCKTAIL MAN!"

"Hold the fuck on. I only have one left. If I mess it up, that's it. No second chances. Just hold them off for a second and gimme some space."

Eli cursed under his breath and fumbled with his last molotov cocktail. He'd left his lighter in the trap, so he pulled out his only other option. An old, water damaged book of matches. Eli ripped one out, match in one hand, bottle in the other, and tryed to flick start it against his thumb. It didn't budge. He flicked it repeatedly in an attempt to get it to light. Nothing happend.

In front of him, the barracade fell apart almost entirely, a large group of them bursting through all at once, and coming forward sprinting. "SHIT. HOLD AS MANY OF THE FUCKERS OFF AS YOU CAN!" One of the ghouls dived over the desk they where using as a barracade, and directly into Eli. It clowed and lashed out wildly, and Eli tried to hold off it's wild blows with his arms and legs. He managed to push it off, kicking upward with both legs. He gave a last desperate attempt to light the match, and it respond with a feeble spark. Eli searched the floor for the bottle he had dropped, and found it at the last second, lighting the cloth at the top just befr the match lost it's flame.

Eli threw the Molotov cocktail at the enterance, splashing over a large number of ghouls. Most of the scramed, sizzled, and died, and Eli breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced over at Eddy. "That was some seriously heavy shit." The ghoul Eli had previously kicked off regained it's footing attacked Eli again from behind. Eli flipped it over his head clumsily and pulled out his cleaver.
Eli "Slim" Ambrose
SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7
Level: 5
Bucket town reputation: -175
Equipment
Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes.
Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket
Inventory
Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread
Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka
4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars
Appearance
Caucasian
Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit.

Kelly "Featherweight" Capozzi
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"Hold the fuck on. I only have one left. If I mess it up, that's it. No second chances. Just hold them off for a second and gimme some space."

How could you mess up a moltov cocktail? Pour gasoline into a bottle, put a rag on top, light it, and throw! They where probably one of the most simple explosives one could make in the Wastes. Other than filling a something with gunpowder and lighting some string, you couldn't really get any simpler than a Molly. As Elli fumbled with his last Moltov Coktail, desperatly trying to light it, Eddy looked at the entrance. Raising his Energy Rifle, all of a sudden the entire barricade fell apart instantly.

"SHIT. HOLD AS MANY OF THE FUCKERS OFF AS YOU CAN!"

A ghoul dived over a desk, and tackled Eli. Wildly tearing at him with hands and feet, the feral's teeth lunged forward. Before Eddy could shoot it off Eli, Eli kicked it off, pushing upward with both legs. Eddy paid attention to the rest of the ferals, most of them trying to go around the desk. Rapidly pressing his trigger down, three shots hit the hoard, slowing down the enraged ferals. Than, all of a sudden Eli tossed his Moltov Cocktail at the door. The Ferals than exploded in flames, with Eddy picking off any straglers. "Nice work man!"
Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist
8(+2).5.7.5.5.8.4, Level: 4 -HC-

Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator
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Lmgthev:� Like tbh I agree CP is not the golden boy at all
Lmgthev:� You're like John Candy from Cool Runnings
Lmgthev:� Washed up has been who teaches the newcomers the trade� :D

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Eli breathed a sigh of relief with the last of the gang of ghouls dead. He glanced over to Eddy, who gave a few words of approval.

"Nice work man!"

"Yeah, no problem." Eli was still breathing rather heavily. "To be honest, I'm not much of a fighter. Never really encountered any heavy battles, and when I did, I'd usually just blast through it. Never had to deal with a pack of ghouls before." Eli looked over at all of the ghoul bodies, and then at the destroyed barracade. "We'd probably better get all these bodies outta here and patch up that wall as best we can before we work on synthing some buffout. Here, I'll give the place a quick lookthrough. Look for the medial equipment and maybe something to eat, or help defend us while we work. See if you can do something about all these bodies, will ya'?"

Eli started peering through different rooms in the small, man-made passage. One seemed to be a closet, holding a couple different sets of clothing, and other random odds and ends. After a little searching around, he found what he was looking for. What appeared to be a work-room, with desks, a working terminal, and a large worspace for chemestry, with a large assortment of hommade and scavenged vials and other pieces of equipment. Looking in the only room left, Eli found a an array of different equipment. Most importantly, a large number of homemade gunpowder mines.

"Hey! I think I know why he went so minimal on the protection, and why he set up all these support beams. Whole crapload of mines! I could set 'em up to defend all around this place, and we might be able to pack of some of 'em when we're all done here."
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"Yeah, no problem. "To be honest, I'm not much of a fighter. Never really encountered any heavy battles, and when I did, I'd usually just blast through it. Never had to deal with a pack of ghouls before. We'd probably better get all these bodies outta here and patch up that wall as best we can before we work on synthing some buffout. Here, I'll give the place a quick lookthrough. Look for the medial equipment and maybe something to eat, or help defend us while we work. See if you can do something about all these bodies, will ya'?"

As Eli started to walk through the different rooms of the man-made passage, Eddy spent his time examing the various the bodies. Most of them where blackened from the Molotov Cocktail, and one of them was still burning, and all of them smelt like shit. As Eddy thought of how he could possibly get rid of them, he got an idea. Walking around, he either kicked, pushed, or shoved the ferals near the desk he had used as a barricade. Then, he started to pile on other wooden furniture, piling them on top of the desk and the ferals. Right before he could finish throwing a empty book case onto the pile, Eli spoke.

"Hey! I think I know why he went so minimal on the protection, and why he set up all these support beams. Whole crapload of mines! I could set 'em up to defend all around this place, and we might be able to pack of some of 'em when we're all done here."

"You got to be shitting me man! Give me a second to go over there!" Eddy slid into the next room, searching for wherever those mines where. He popped into the next room, and found Eli standing over them, examining them. "What if they're set to blow?"
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"What if they're set to blow?"

Eli took a closer look at them as Eddy stepped into the room. They where rather well designed, most of them incorporating the homemade pressure plate onto the actual explosive charge, and with some of them, the explosive charge and shrapnel, in the form of tacks and other dangerously pointed objects.

"They are set to blow! Looks like they activate on release, and that professer stacked them all on top of eachother. Good idea. Stops people from looting your equipment. Only thing is, he didn't figure he'd have a couple of geniuses like us, right?"

Eli looked closer at the rigging. "Yeah, here. I can deativate all of them, take them off eachother safely, and then set 'em all up again. He's a good craftsmen though. Looks like he based 'em on a military version. Did good with what he's got."

The work took a lot of time and a steady hand. Eventually Eli had managed to disable all of them. And he looked over to Eddy. "Alright, check it out." Eli took one of them and showed Eddy it up close. "Flip this little metal rod up into place here," Eli demonstrated, "and your activated. When something pushes the pressure plate, the rod goes down. When it bounces back up, it sparks the explosive."
Eli "Slim" Ambrose
SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7
Level: 5
Bucket town reputation: -175
Equipment
Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes.
Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket
Inventory
Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread
Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka
4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars
Appearance
Caucasian
Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit.

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