In the morning it was Vulpes who shook her awake. They were the only two in the tent she assumed, because he began talking about their mission, quietly, but still openly, something he would never do if he thought they were being watched. “Two breaks in shift, at 12 AM and PM. Furthermore, the youngest guard drinks on the job.”
She let a laugh fall through frowning lips. “I knew there was a good reason Caesar didn’t allow such things in his camp. The NCR is growing too bold here. These men should know that the group is only as strong as their weakest link.”
“Do you have anything of interest to share?” He asked, and she nodded, sliding herself off of the bed.
“1st Recon inhabits this camp. However, this afternoon, two of them will be leaving to take care of a problem with some Fiends. The perfect opportunity to be exploited, since the less of them around the better.”
Vulpes seemed to think about this for a moment. “It would be best to get moving then. We’ll depart in two hours, during the next shift change.”
“Alright. Let’s move then.”
Two hours passed by slowly for her. At least she was able to get herself a Nuka Cola from the cafeteria, a drink she found herself craving frequently after her memory loss due to being shot in the head. During their shift she thought a lot about the woman in 1st Recon. “Have you ever heard of a woman here? One in the sniper unit, I mean?”
Vulpes looked at her, the sunglasses he was wearing today blocking her from seeing his eyes. “Corporal Betsy Addeline. What of her?”
She was a little surprised that he immediately knew who she was talking about, but it was his job to keep tabs on people. She took a sip of her soda. “What do you know about her?
She noticed the way his brow arched at the question. “Standard NCR scum. She was placed in charge of eliminating a pack of fiends about a month ago, but there were no results. Some say she came back… different.” Vulpes had a way with words, she thought. She grunted in response, going back to looking over the edge of the railing.
Eventually the time came to leave and they managed to slip out of the camp undetected. They collected their armor on the way to meeting the raiding party, something Valence was eternally grateful for, but Vulpes kept moving along in those hideous fatigues. When they met up with the legionaries she took a quick look around for a Centurion, a Decanus even, but could only pinpoint a couple of veterans as the highest ranking members of the squad. She looked to Vulpes, who was inspecting the group as she had been a moment ago. “You’ll be leading them in then? I don’t see anyone else.”
Vulpes smirked at her, pointed canines peeking from under his lips. “No. You will. Good luck.” She scowled when he began walking away.
“Vulpes!”
“Until we meet again, Valence. Vale.” And he disappeared into the wastes.
That Lucky West Wind (4/?)
She let a laugh fall through frowning lips. “I knew there was a good reason Caesar didn’t allow such things in his camp. The NCR is growing too bold here. These men should know that the group is only as strong as their weakest link.”
“Do you have anything of interest to share?” He asked, and she nodded, sliding herself off of the bed.
“1st Recon inhabits this camp. However, this afternoon, two of them will be leaving to take care of a problem with some Fiends. The perfect opportunity to be exploited, since the less of them around the better.”
Vulpes seemed to think about this for a moment. “It would be best to get moving then. We’ll depart in two hours, during the next shift change.”
“Alright. Let’s move then.”
Two hours passed by slowly for her. At least she was able to get herself a Nuka Cola from the cafeteria, a drink she found herself craving frequently after her memory loss due to being shot in the head. During their shift she thought a lot about the woman in 1st Recon. “Have you ever heard of a woman here? One in the sniper unit, I mean?”
Vulpes looked at her, the sunglasses he was wearing today blocking her from seeing his eyes. “Corporal Betsy Addeline. What of her?”
She was a little surprised that he immediately knew who she was talking about, but it was his job to keep tabs on people. She took a sip of her soda. “What do you know about her?
She noticed the way his brow arched at the question. “Standard NCR scum. She was placed in charge of eliminating a pack of fiends about a month ago, but there were no results. Some say she came back… different.” Vulpes had a way with words, she thought. She grunted in response, going back to looking over the edge of the railing.
Eventually the time came to leave and they managed to slip out of the camp undetected. They collected their armor on the way to meeting the raiding party, something Valence was eternally grateful for, but Vulpes kept moving along in those hideous fatigues. When they met up with the legionaries she took a quick look around for a Centurion, a Decanus even, but could only pinpoint a couple of veterans as the highest ranking members of the squad. She looked to Vulpes, who was inspecting the group as she had been a moment ago. “You’ll be leading them in then? I don’t see anyone else.”
Vulpes smirked at her, pointed canines peeking from under his lips. “No. You will. Good luck.” She scowled when he began walking away.
“Vulpes!”
“Until we meet again, Valence. Vale.” And he disappeared into the wastes.