Time: 2:46 AM
Night is still lingering over the Mojave desert like a shroud. The clouds block out the moon-light and the sand-storms violent winds belt the walls of the gas-station. It sounds reminiscent of a vehicle driving over a gravel road...or...were there really vehicles driving over the road outside?
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The rumbling sound of rubber-tires teeth crunching the earth was a calming reminder to the ranger of his previous days back in the NCRs capital. This nostalgic sense lasted but a moment, interrupted by the churning revs of a vehicles engine.
The ranger's eyes shot open as he stood up in a moments notice. Holding his helmet in his right hand and his rifle in his left, he placed his helmet on and secured it tightly. The night-vision activated and the gas-mask spurred silently in response to his breathing.
He held his rifle by his side as he looked towards the rest of his weapons in the corner of the room. He placed them into their respected holsters as well as slinging the leather straps over his shoulders for the larger weapons.
The sounds were getting closer...
He reached into his leather satchel and pulled out a small detonator hidden in a zipper to the satchels right side. It's safety still remained on. Only the flick of his finger and the press of a button would detonate the satchel-charges outside. He placed his last satchel-charge down in the center of the floor next to a Pip-boy bobble-head that repeated a helpful quote on dealing with explosives.
He looked to the back windows of the gas-station. Then back to it's reinforced front with the slight twitch of his neck. He crouched down close to the windows, out of sight from any on-lookers that may be traveling the mine-field that was the main road outside. He noticed that the strange noises were also followed by torch-light.
"The Legion..." The ranger whispered in a raspy voice under his breath. They were coming from the North heading South towards the only known NCR camp left in the Mojave.
He lifted himself to his feet with the help of the wall to his back as he slid upwards.
Turning his attention to the back of the gas-station, he looked behind the counter to activate the gas-pumps 'on' switch to allow the flow of gasoline to reach the fuel-dispensers outside. He then quickly opened the window that was located to the right, behind the counter, (That being the furthest from view of the main road.) and slipped out.
The desert storms grains of sand pelted him with the same force as it's powerful winds. Almost knocking him off-balance. The roaring of the wind covered the sound of him slamming the window closed securely. The sand-storm would cover his tracks as well as mask his escape. His night-vision would allow him to be rid of the darkness of the night. The only thing obscuring his vision would be the sand. Which reflected effortlessly off of the gas-mask's bullet-proof lenses.
He sprinted off into the night...looking back only once, when he had reached 35-yards, he could see that the Legion had brought quite the welcoming party to greet him. Too bad they would not find him there.
The Legion's torches were all that he could see through the sand-storm from that distance. Only a dim, soulless, faint glow in the darkness.
With a sigh, he flicked the detonator and clicked the button that was on it's surface.
A few seconds passed before a large explosion was seen. Lighting up the night with a brilliance that would defy the existence of the Gods. The satchel-charges explosion enhance with the thanks of what little fuel was left in those 'gas'-pumps.
In turn, the explosion also set off the bottle-cap landmines that were scattered along the main road, causing an even larger explosion.
He has hoped that the explosion had caught the Legion by surprise, hopefully taking away a couple sons-of-bitches along with it.
He used it as a distraction and continued to make his escape. Disappearing among the waste-land of the Mojave once more.
 Commander Verrik · Thu Jun 18, 2015 @ 03:49am · 0 Comments |
