บท 335: Doctor's doctored fate
Dr. Hildern was not having a good time of it... His recent attempt on a certain bounty hunter's life had proved disastrous the more time goes on. At first, it wasn't all that bad, but when the inquiries on certain NCR soldiers that should have been under his indirect control came in, he knew he was in trouble.
He was only able to gather the men needed for the capture or assassination of Afton Parker due to the people in the Office of science and industry taking an interest in his findings... However, now that he has nothing to show for their efforts and the lives lost, the blame would be squarely on him.
And that is exactly what'd happened. Of course, he had plans to escape before anyone could get a hold on him, but when the pet ghoul of the bounty hunter returned and reported that they'd been attacked by NCR soldiers, the higher management immediately awoke from their slumber.
He was restricted to his lab and occasionally the outer terminal while everything was made known. And before he knew it, his 'friends' and colleagues had given him up like a sacrificial lamb. His crimes were as such; conspiracy to commit murder, misappropriating military resources, attempted unauthorized human experimentation, breach of patient confidentiality, and manslaughter.
Yeah, he was pretty fucked. His career was over, his friends abandoned him, the NCR hates him... He'd thought it was all over when a sudden explosion shook Camp McCarren... By the shouts of the soldiers outside of his office, he could tell that someone had somehow planted a bomb on the Monorail.
This was bad news... For the NCR at least. Without the Monorail, getting supplies, troops, and other vital resources would be an even larger task than before. Most NCR men returned from their New Vegas spending sprees via the Monorail, but now with it gone they'd be forced to circle around via the Freeside exits...
That might not have been that bad a few months ago when the Kings finally allied with the NCR, but after a terrorist attack that killed the commander responsible for such a relationship, along with a huge swath of NCR refugee's. Tensions had risen again.
Hildern was shaken from his thoughts as a heavy figure barreled through his office's door. They wore the typical NCR armour, but judging by the accents and baret he wore, their rank was a Commander of some sort. Regardless, the look in the man's eyes made him realise just how much danger he was in, "Please don't hurt me! I didn't do it! I was in here the entire time!"
...
Hildern looks up and stops shielding his eyes after not dying, immediately spotting the sadistic grin on the man's face.
"I know you didn't do it, here, take this. Try to escape while shit's going down, it's the only chance you got... I heard they were planning on executing you via firing squad." the man says, handing over a standard-issue service rifle that seemed to have a blood spatter on it already?
Hildern quickly nods though, by the sound of it, he was going to die if he stayed here any longer. Especially if they think he bombed the Monorail. He quickly got to his feet and charges outside the office, not noticing the Commander behind him drawing his revolver.
As Hildern was running for the terminal doors, he was noticed by many other NCR soldiers who were attempting to reinforce the area to find the person responsible for the disaster before them
"HALT! GET HIM!" they all roar, pointing their weapons at Hildern, who in response, turns and starts randomly firing around him.
Obviously, his untrained and haphazard aim doesn't hit anyone, but does attract everyone else's attention.
Commander Curtis sprints towards him with his revolver, shooting Hildern in the chest and causing him to collapse to the floor in a whimper.
Hildern looks over to the man who'd shot him and his eyes widen, "W-why?" he asks the man who he thought had wanted to help him escape.
Curtis stands over him, examining his wound to see if it was fatal or not. Upon seeing it was just a punctured lung he kicked the man from his side onto his back, pressing down on him with his foot. "Damn traitor! HOW DARE YOU BOMB THE MONORAIL!" he roars.
"WHAT!?-" *BANG!*
Hildern isn't able to question what was happening any further as a bullet buries itself into his cranium. The surrounding NCR soldiers look at this with glee, regret, and anger.
Captain Curtis had just executed an injured man... Sure, he was still wielding a service rifle, but was it really justified? Especially when they could have interrogated the prisoner. Unfortunately, despite it all, Captain Curtis was let off with a slap on the wrist.
Those who needed to know were told that it was a highly emotional situation, and the threat wasn't yet dealt with. Curtis doesn't even see a drop in his rank, in fact, he was closer than ever to a promotion.
The camp held a small ceremony for the one man who'd apparently been murdered by Hildern. The scientist having stolen his Service Rifle and beaten them to death with it. Something none could imagine the frail doctor doing, but knew in their hearts he was the perpetrator.
Of course, there were those who still wished to ask questions. But they were either too low a rank to have any pull, or were unable to sway everyone from the apparent scapegoat they'd found. Hildern was just such a hated figure, that persuading someone that something else might be going on was impossible.
These people found solace in airing their suspicions to the various bounty hunters stationed near the Fiend encampment however, but it wasn't like they could do anything... Right?
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บท 336: Where I belong!
The trenches outside the Vault that the Fiend's had taken control of were a sorry state to see. If anyone from the modern world were to see it, they'd think they had been transported through time to world war I. Karl, Boone, and Anja were all filthy, covered in dirt and grime from spending so much time here.
The pay was good, but the conditions were seriously substandard. The reason for this? The NCR was like a hedgehog after the Monorail was destroying, rolling into a ball and ignoring everything outside of it, including its troops and other allies.
As such, they'd not yet been able to take over the Fiend headquarters... There was an attempt made a week or so ago but most of the force was easily dismantled by the numerous traps set through the hallways, and the defending Fiends.
They had thought that the Fiend's would be too weak to fight back as no supplies had reached the vault... It was only after this unsuccessful raid that everyone knew what was going on... The Fiend's had started cannibalising their forces... Literally.
And with the new NCR corpses supplied by the failed raid, the Fiends would likely be able to hold on for a couple more months at least.
Despair was slowly seeping through everyone in the trenches, most were hit hard enough by the Monorail, but now that they were forced to fight literal cannibals without support or reinforcements? Most were prepared to head home as it is, give another minor failure and the soldiers would head back to Camp McCarren, whether they be permitted or not.
Karl had basically been made the leader after Major Datri was forced to return to Camp McCarren. There were other higher rank officers than a mere bounty hunter, but his training and experience in the Rangers were highly regarded.
Of course, this was an unofficial position. But it didn't make it any less stressful. Currently, Karl, Boone, and Anja were all sitting side by side in the trench, each slowly scooping small amounts of food out of cans with their fingers.
The mood was solemn, not just because of their current position, but also because of how much time has passed... "It's been two months..." Karl mutters, a small frown on his face.
Boone slowly nods in response, his face thin and slightly dirty, with the exception of his sharp eyes that still flitted about looking for threats.
"He'll be back... He will." Anja mutters, less to the others and more for herself.
Karl stops chewing and suddenly throws the can against the opposite trench wall, "This is fuckin' hopeless! Let's just return the caps for the job and take some other job that doesn't include wading through mud and fighting organized fuckin' CANNIBALS!" he exclaims.
"Can't do that... If we leave, who will deal with the Fiends? They're on their last legs, but given enough time they'll be as numerous as last time, and twice as vicious." Boone says, and everyone knew it to be true... Now that all the remaining Fiends had partaken in human flesh, the line was gone.
Karl glowers, "Fuck them then! The NCR abandons us to deal with a problem of their own making, cowering in Camp McCarren because some asshole bombs a Monorail... What? They're too fuckin' lazy to walk for their supplies now?!... Unlike the rest of the men here, we aren't beholden to them, we are bounty hunters. We pick and choose the jobs we want, and this certainly isn't fuckin' one of them!"
"I wish Sir was here..." Anja mutters, scratching an itchier part of her necrotic skin.
Karl scowls at her, "Well, he's not here. He got himself infected like some dumb rookie and ain't coming back. I don't know why you're so obsessed with this, girl. But unless you have some information that we aren't privy too, he's fucked. Somehow even more fucked than we currently are." he states.
*country road*
Boone sighs, "Why did we let him go alone with the rookie again?"
*take me home*
"Because we were overconfident. Kid'd put on an almost invincible front, doing shit I wouldn't believe unless I personally witnessed it. Maybe-" He's cut off as Boone raises his hand in the familiar 'be quiet' signal.
"Do you hear something?" he quietly asks, and everyone else goes completely silent to listen for it.
*to the place, I belong!*
"I BELONG! WEST VIRGINIA! MOUNTAIN MAMA!" the sound of a madman shouting over the sound of the song playing from an unknown source could be heard, slowly approaching... Come to think of it, it sounded like two people singing, one a familiar male voice, and the other a strange-sounding female.
By now the rest of the soldiers had noticed, and started warily peeking their heads over the trench, spotting something approaching with a dust cloud behind it.
"TAKE ME HOME! COUNTRY ROADS!" Afton shouts, singing one of the most catchy choruses ever created, Nyx singing along with him. Dog-meat had joined in as well, his short howls attempting to emulate the song were rather cute...
Afton had reached Camp McCarren but been refused entry entirely... Some cunt had bombed the Monorail or something. But upon asking the whereabouts of his companions, had been sent in the direction of the new trenches nearby the Fiend hideout...
He was slightly afraid of getting shot by the defenders, so he decided to let them know he was approaching with an old American song.
He drives the bike right up to the trench before abruptly hitting the breaks and slowly getting off of the bike, followed by Dog-meat who continued to look around curiously.
Afton was greeted by the sight of around sixty service rifles all pointing directly at him, he gave a timid smile and raised his arms above his head, something that allowed a few of the soldiers to relax... They'd been fighting chem-fueled Fiends that refused to surrender and seemed to feel no pain as they charged the trench.
Afton just looks around the trench, trying to find his companions... After a minute or so of not spotting them, he gets fed up and tries a different approach. Taking a deep breath in, he shouts, "I'M BACK FUCKERS! YOU MISS ME!?"
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