James Wilson
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"There you are..." Ulysses' voice boomed out of ED-E's speaker. "You went quiet for a time. Then that signal came in strong from your machine. Like a heartbeat." Ulysses snorted. "You and your "Yeah…" I sighed, continuing to move away from the collapsed tunnel exit and reloading my G36 as I walked. "I survived. What, are you surprised or something?" ED-E followed me as I walked. Ulysses didn't answer my question, but kept talking like I hadn't said anything. "Made your way through Old World towns……
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I woke with a start, still sitting against the wall of the Quonset hut. I was breathing heavily, and my skin was bathed in sweat. Roscoe was in my hand, and the arm holding the pistol was straight as a board, aiming at nothing. I think I may have screamed. Had I screamed? "Friend_Courier," ED-E bobbed in the air just above me. "I shall ask you again: are you alright? Do you require assistance?" I didn't answer for quite a while. I felt paralyzed in shock as I sat there wide eyed, gun pointed at nothing,…
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The sandstorm was getting closer... and boy, did it look On the plus side: it was louder than a diesel generator falling down a flight of stairs and smacking a deathclaw in the face. It was certainly loud enough that I could follow the five Marked Men hauling the nuke easily without them noticing. Hell, even if I wasn't invisible, they'd probably have a hard time noticing me over all that racket. Still... the longer I shadowed the five of them hauling that massive warhead, the more uneasy I became.…
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MARKED The words were painted above another skinned corpse; unlike the other bodies, this one was nailed to the wall with huge railroad spikes. I honestly couldn't tell if the words were written in actual paint, or if it was dried blood. Neither would've surprised me. "Friend_Courier, we must move on," ED-E chimed in from behind me. "I believe this door will lead us outside." "Oh yeah?" I asked, gladly turning away from the grisly sight. "What, did you use some kind of sonic laser scan, or maybe some…
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"Well..." I said, stepping out of my Corvega and staring at the collection of scrap before me. "I guess this must be the place." "The location does indeed match the coordinates, Friend_Courier." I was standing at what should have been the entrance to a narrow canyon. I say 'should' because the only level part leading deeper into the mountain range ahead of me was completely blocked off by a large wall of twisted metal, rusty cars and wreckage. Like ED-E said, this place matched the coordinates, all…
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It was Sunday morning, and I think everyone in the Lucky 38 had finally gotten used to Stripe running around since his arrival yesterday. At least... "Alright, so what's the problem?" I asked with my coffee mug in hand, looking up at the wide open truck door. Cass was sitting in the drivers seat of the deuce and a half, frantically looking at the various controls like they were completely alien "I'll tell you what th' fuckin' problem is!" She yelled, swiveling around in the seat to face me. She looked…
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Ding I was working on the teleporter when I heard the unmistakable sound of the elevator arriving at the penthouse. There were a few indistinct voices, followed by two pairs of footsteps. "Yeah, he's right - Wait, "Yeah!" I called back, raising a hand above the console I was working on. "I'm down here!" It wasn't really all that surprising I wasn't immediately noticeable. I was lying flat on my back, surrounded by chunky bits of metal and huge power cables. "Hey Sheason..." I heard a soft voice. I…
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Fuck me, I need a smoke. The silence in the bunker was deafening. Or was that the dull heavy thrum of some unseen generator, deeper in the bowels of this complex? I already found out that this place was quite a lot bigger than just the hangar... and that made me wonder just how "minor" this refueling station actually was before the war. If Captain Kreger was to be believed, there were a quintet of virtual reality pods almost directly below my feet; after we figured out the details in regards to their…
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"Well, I'll be damned..." Marcus laughed to himself as Arcade and I walked through the Jacobstown gates. ED-E was with us, hovering along right behind. "Didn't expect to see The Courier strolling back into my town anytime soon." He held out a massive hand, and I tried to shake it, but it just seemed to disappear within his palm. "Didn't expect to be coming," I said with a smile. "How're you doing, Marcus? Those asshole mercs leaving you guys alone? Or should I start crackin' some heads?" Marcus shook his…
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"So, Johnson," I glanced over my shoulder at Hannibal 'The Cannibal' sitting in the backseat. "Arcade here tells me you have a bit of a problem with authority?" "Oh, he did, did he?" Johnson leaned forward, grabbing the back of Arcade's seat... and then laughed. "Yeah, sounds like me. Although it wasn't so much a problem with authority as it was a problem with fascists." "You and me both," I said with a smile, turning back to the road. "Happy to know you, man." "Technically, I said I was surprised you…
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