Chapter 79: The Better Part of Valor_New Vegas: Sheason's Story

Chapter 79: The Better Part of Valor

 The next morning, Veronica and I were in the kitchen getting ready for the day''s events by checking all our weapons and equipment. And if I''m honest, I had a bit more to do than her.

 "Are you seriously going to bring all of that?" Veronica asked with a chuckle, staring at everythingid out on the table. Nearly two dozen different guns and energy weapons, ammunition for everything, several grenades, a couple of mines, five different types of knives (including the butterfly knife I''d stolen the other day), and a pair of brass knuckles were allid out. Sitting alongside the weapons were several dozen stimpacks, a few syringes of Med-X, some vials of antivenom, and three bottles of Rad-X. I was already wearing the Riot Gear. Minus the helmet; I''d keep that in the car until I needed it.

 "Uh... yeah. Why not? I''ll probably keep some of the bigger guns in the trunk of my car, but most of this I can carry myself..." Absentmindedly, I picked up the 12.7mm SMG, and checked to make sure the magazine was seated properly. Veronica just shook her head, resting Oh, Baby! against her shoulder. (I still couldn''t quite believe that''s what she actually named that rusted super sledge from the Mt. Charleston cave...)

 "What, no gatlingser?" Sheughed. I shrugged.

 "I thought about it, but Raul took a look at the Sprtel-Wood the other day. It''s still way too spent to use. Apparently, it needs some internal re-wiring..." I set the SMG down, and picked up aser RCW, checking the sights of the energy weapon styled to look like an old Thompson.

 "I..." Veronica was staring at me, mouth agape. "I was kidding. You were seriously thinking about bringing the gatlingser." I set down theser RCW and grabbed a few sma grenades, attaching them to my armor.

 "If you''re right, and the Brotherhood patrols McNamara wants me to find are dead, that means something killed them. I''m through fucking around, I''m not taking any chances. Just onest thing. Hey, ED-E!" As soon as I called out his name, the eyebot sped into the room, beeping happily. "Think you can be our eye in the sky today?"

 ED-E let out a burst of patriotic marching music in response.

 "So why are we going to see Pearl first?" Veronica asked as we rolled past Nellis'' front gates. "I thought one of the holotapes was located south of Nellis? Shouldn''t we go after the closest one first?"

 "Well, you''re right about it being close," I held up my Pip Boy. "ording to the map, it''s somewhere in the bombed out no-man''snd. I thought, after asking Pearl about the Pulse Gun, we''d have a quick word with the artillery spotters and the gun crews. I mean, I know they recognize the car, since I''m not having to drive like a maniac this time, but..." Veronica nodded slowly.

 "You want to make sure they don''t even fire near us while we''re looking for the pdins. Gotcha." Recognition dawned, and her smile evaporated. "But... hang on, if they''re in... then that must mean..."

 "Yeah..." I nodded slowly.

 We found Pearl in the main hangar with the B-29, and I''ll be honest - I was in for a bit of a shock. The main hangar doors were open, and I could see dozens of Boomers surrounding it, all working on the bomber. It waspletely in pieces just a few days ago, but now it looked... well, halfway intact, at least. If nothing else, the nose and one of the wings were intact. Pearl and Loyal were near the nose, talking to each other about something.

 "Hey Pearl, Loyal!" I called out after parking the Corvega. Both of them turned at the sound. "The bomber is looking good. When do you suppose it''s gonna be done?"

 "Oh!" Pearl said, smiling widely as I approached, giving me a friendly wave. "Wee, Sheason! I didn''t expect to see you back here so soon."

 "Hello, outsider," Loyal grabbed his goggles, and set them on his forehead. "Yeah, I can''t give you an exact figure on when Pearl''s gonna be finished. Jack and I are still running a lot of the pieces from the Lady through inventory." I raised an eyebrow; Loyal chuckled, patting Pearl - that is, the woman standing next to him - on her shoulder. "Yeah, we decided to name the bomber after our girl here. Take a look!"

 Loyal pointed at the ne; there was a pin-up painted on the metal of the bombers nose just behind the canopy. It was a painting of a rather... lets be honest here, a gorgeous looking blonde, sitting with her back to us and looking coyly over her shoulder, wearing a practically skin-tight Vault 34 jumpsuit. The name "Pearl" was painted in red script next to her, and she was framed by a yellow cog-looking thing: the outline of a Vault door. It was kind of hard to reconcile the foxydy painted on the ne with the 70 year old standing right in front of me.

 "Damn." That''s all I could manage to say. I pointed at the pin-up and turned to Pearl. "Is that you?" She nodded, positively beaming.

 "Oh definitely," she smiled like a cat. "I used to model for a Vault magazine when I was a teenager - that picture was actually from my ''Miss January, 2222'' photo shoot. But that was long before my hair went grey." She winked at Loyal, and the two of them startedughing. It took Veronica to bring all of us back down to earth.

 "Sorry to interrupt," Veronica said. "But we''re not actually here for that. We''re here because we''re looking for something."

 "Uhh... yeah." I shook my head, trying to focus. "It''s a weapon we''re looking for. Something called a Pulse Gun. Veronica thinks it might be somewhere here in Nellis, so we thought we''de to you first." I smirked to myself, and added: "I wouldn''t dream of removing it from the Homnd without asking permission."

 "Pulse Gun, Pulse Gun... Why does that sound familiar..." Pearl scratched her head, and looked pensive - then she snapped her fingers, and her face lit up. "Ah! Yes, I think I know what you''re talking about. Come with me."

 Pearl led us to her house: the old Commanding Officers quarters. At least, I think that''s what it was, given the sign outside the building had the image of a stylized eagle, and the words "COL. R. BLACKWELL, USAF" painted in big bold letters.

 "Make yourselves at home," Pearl said, quickly running deeper into the house, into a room behind the stairs; she kept talking from the other room. "I just need to check the office, I''ll be back in a minute!" Veronica and I didn''t actually make ourselves at home. Instead, we just sort of nervously hung around the entryway.

 "You don''t suppose she''s actually got the Pulse Gun, do you?" Veronica asked. "That would be great if she did, would certainly make my job easier."

 "That''d be nice..." I shook my head. "But when has anything ever been easy?"

 "Good point." Veronica sighed heavily. Sure enough, Pearl returned a few minutester, not with the Pulse Gun, but with an ancient military file folder in one hand, and a piece of paper in the other.

 "Here you go," Pearl said, handing me the document. "That''s why I remembered the Pulse Gun, I read about it when I went through the files in the HQ a few years ago."

 "Alright, let''s see..." I scanned the page and started to read aloud. "Inventory transfer... yadda, yadda, yadda... Okay, ''Due to current events, Staff Sergeant Daniels... hereby authorized... transport item number T-11836A, codenamed CIRCUITBREAKER... instation... Vault 34 to be sealed... armory... safekeeping... retrieve the prototype... signed Colonel Roy ckwell, United States Armed Forces.'' Oh for fuck sake!" I sighed, handing her back the paper.

 "So it''s in the armory of your old Vault, then?" Veronica asked. Pearl nodded.

 "Hang on, that doesn''t make sense," I thought back to when Pete told me the ''History of the Boomers.'' "Didn''t you guys break open the armory before you left?"

 "Actually no," Pearl smirked, putting her hands on her hips. "The Overseer denied everyone who lived in Vault 34 ess to the armory. That''s one of the main reasons we left... after the riots, anyway. I was in myte twenties for The Exodus, and I can say for certain everyone who left did so with their own guns. None of the heavy-duty hardware in the armory."

 "Alright, so we have to go to a Vault? " I asked.

 "Looks like. I can make it a little easier for you, at least." Pearl reached into the file folder, pulling out a small rusted key. "This key came with the file." She tossed it to me with a smile.

 "Can I take a look at that folder?" Veronica asked. Pearl nodded, handing her the file, and V started flipping through the documents. I only got a quick nce before she closed it again, but it looked like blueprints and test results.

 "I will warn you though..." Pearl said to me, her expression suddenly bing serious. "Us Boomers may not have left the Nellis Homnd for 50 years, but I still hear about things that happen in the outside world. If you do end up going to our old Vault... prepare for the worst." Veronica and I looked at each other curiously.

 "What do you mean the worst? It''s a Vault, how bad could it be?" I asked.

 In retrospect, that was probably the single dumbest thing I have ever said in my entire life. But I wouldn''t know that till muchter...

 "I don''t know exactly what happened down there, after we left... but I can say for certain that it was definitely bad. About ten years ago, I heard a report on the radio that things starteding out of the Vault again. Ghouls. And not like your friend Raul, either, all well spoken and the like. Packs of ferals - Glowing Ones, even - still wearing Vault suits and roaming the hills. If you''re going to go down there... be careful. Expect a fight."

 Half an hourter, Veronica and I were in the bombed out no-mansnd beyond the Nellis gates, trying to track down the Brotherhood team. It was surprisingly difficult, because all the various craters everywhere made the whole ce feel like an obstacle course. Eventually, we got close enough - at least, ording to the Pip Boy - that we left the car and started in on foot. Even ED-E flew down low enough to join us in the search.

 "I''m beginning to think your guns may have been overkill," Veronica said, scanning the empty, pockmarked horizon.

 "Day isn''t over yet," I said gripping the marksman carbine, a few craters away from Veronica''s position. My foot slipped on a patch of loose gravel, and when I tried to regain my bnce, I got a good look into the crater next to me. "Hey V! I think I found ''em!" I yelled over to her. I looked back down, and couldn''t help but wince, muttering: "Well... at least part of them..."

 By the time Veronica arrived at the edge, I''d already slid down the crater''s walls to inspect the corpse. It wasn''t a whole corpse, though... I''m not entirely certain where the legs had gone. This definitely was the pdin we were looking for, since even mangled, ckened, and charred as it was, I was still able to recognize it as the T-51b I''d seen so much of yesterday. I hesitated to call whoever this used to be a he or a she, because I couldn''t really tell.

 "Damnit," Veronica slid down the side of the crater, using Oh, Baby! to steady her descent. Her expression darkened as she ced a hand on the charred chestte.

 "Alright, there''s two things McNamara wants me to retrieve - the mission holotape, and the tags. Do you know where they are?" Veronica didn''t say anything. She just nodded, and fiddled with something on the armor that I couldn''t see. There was a pop and a hiss, and a small hatch on the underside of the chestte opened up, revealing the holotape. As I plugged it into my Pip Boy, Veronica reached near the neck, and pulled off the dog tags. She held onto the tags, staring at them silently, and I read the contents of the holotape:

 Mission code: KH-792

 Temporary Password: And to dare to do it.

 Summary: Pdin Raseleanne, you and an escort are to investigate the military base to the northeast for theponents we need. We''ve had reports that the current upants are fiercely territorial, but it''s highly unlikely that they have any weapons that can seriously threaten someone in full power armor. The threat level is considered minimal.

 -McNamara.

 "Alright, I got a question," I unplugged the holotape and shook my head. "Who''s responsible for McNamara''s intel? Because obviously, one-oh-five shells and saturation bombing can seriously threaten someone in powered armor..."

 The next stop on our little expedition was an office building in Henderson. It was a rtively small, three story building that looked surprisingly intact. There were a few broken windows, and the sign in front of the parking lot (which let me know this was the "Repconn Headquarters") was cracked in a few ces, but other than that...

 "I don''t like it," I said after parking the car. I reached into the backseat and grabbed my helmet.

 "Really?" Veronica seemed incredulous. "What don''t you like about it?" As soon as Itched the chin-strap under the gas mask in ce, I pointed to the front door of the office building; at that moment, a Mr. Handy robot hovered into view. "Wait, what? That''s got you worried? Sheason, I think your paranoia is getting the better of you."

 "Where there''s one robot, there''s bound to be more," I grabbed the G36 from the backseat, checked to make sure it was loaded with armor-piercing rounds, and reced the sma grenades on my chest with pulse grenades. I saw that ED-E was still hovering above us when I looked up on the way to the front door.

 The closer we got though, the more I started to think Veronica might have had a point. There were at least three of these Mr. Handy robots that I could see milling about around the outside of the building, and when I got close to one, it didn''t even seem to notice I was there. It just hovered past me, picked up a nearby piece of trash on the ground with one of its multi-jointed arms, and hovered to a nearby overflowing trash can, tossing it on the pile.

 "Oh yeah," Veronica smirked, Oh, Baby! perched on her shoulder. "This ce looks really dangerous..." We opened the big double doors, and found ourselves in a lobby, dominated by a statue of a rocket in the center. To my left was a countertop, with "REPCONN" dominating the wall behind, and to my right was a door, with a wall mounted terminal next to it... and the decaying bodies of several raider fiends piled on the floor next to it.

 ED-E beeped nervously at the grisly sight.

 "Yeah, you said it buddy," I gripped the G36 tighter. Veronica held a hand to her face, covering her nose. I was suddenly d I was wearing the gas mask. Another Mr. Handy floated in our direction, knocking over a sign as it moved. Even though I didn''t see any weapons anywhere on the robot, I still tensed up.

 "Wee to R-R-R-Repconn Headquarters, Rocketeer! Come all this wa-wa-wa-way to see our little facility, have you?" The robot stuttered. I was caught a bit off guard.

 "Uhh..." I looked over to Veronica, who just shrugged. "Yes?"

 "Excellent, excelle-e-e-ent! Please be patient, the tour will begin i-i-i-in just a moment!" The robot started floating away, over to a set of double doors on the left wall.

 "Well, that was... strange." ED-E let out a trio of beeps and a chirp. ED-E and I turned to get Veronica''s take on things, but she was busy studying the terminal.

 "You know, I think you should go on that tour," Veronica said, smiling at me over her shoulder. I raised an eyebrow - and then remembered I was wearing a face-concealing helmet.

 "You can''t be serious." Veronica just smiled even wider.

 "I am. I''ll bet you anything that robot is connected to a security system, and when the fiends tried to get through this," Veronica rapped a few knuckles against the door "they tripped it. If you get the robot out of here, I can work my magic, open the door. Maybe see about disabling any security." I sighed and hung my head.

 "So you seriously want me to go on a tour." Veronica shrugged, smiling at me again.

 "Who knows? You might learn something!"

 10 minutester, ED-E and I returned to the lobby; Veronica was leaning against the wall next to the now open door. Oh, Baby! was also propped up against the wall next to her.

 "So, I checked the terminals in here while you were gone, and I''m pretty sure I added our faces to the personnel database," Veronica said. "If we run into any more robots, they should think we work here. Did you learn anything on the tour?"

 "Yeah. The robots still think it''s 2077, ED-E and I saw a prototype model eyebot, and apparently the tour guide thinks I''m 12 years old. Speaking of, got you a present," I said, reaching behind me and tossing Veronica a small toy rocket with glowing green windows in the side.

 "Ooh! Neat!" She turned it around in her hands before putting it away and picking up her super sledge. The two of us walked through the open door, past several desks and a few robot recharge pods. Veronica walked past me, to the stairs, but I stayed back, running my hands along the walls. She turned around when she realized I wasn''t following. "What are you doing?"

 "Oh, there''s one other thing I learned on the tour - there are hidden doors built into the walls all over the ce. I figured out how to pry open an ess panel on one, and got a look inside. Each one houses a sentry bot - like the kind we fought on the Helios One tower, remember? This is probably the security system you talked about." As I was exining, I found another ess panel... and quickly jammed the lock, so the door would stay closed. "Alright, let''s go."

 As the three of us headed to the stairs leading to the 2nd floor, a small Mr. Handy stopped us on our way up... and then immediately let us pass, spouting off something about "Valid facial pattern detected." Veronica gave me two thumbs up as the robot moved past us.

 The 2nd floor of the building was a maze. It was alleviated slightly by the fact that a few walls were copsed. But it was such a twisting turning maze of halls stered with posters discouraging corporate espionage (which just happened to always be next to the hidden doors in the walls for concealing the sentry bots), that we almost literally ran into another Mr. Handy as we rounded a corner. It paused, staring at us for a minute... and then:

 "Hello Mrs. Millet!" It chirped. "I hope you have an excellent day at work today!" And then it floated off. Veronica stared at the robot for a few minutes,pletely confused.

 "Uh... How did... Mrs. Millet?" She couldn''t see it, but I was smirking under my helmet. I reached into one of the pouches on my belt and pulled out a small red-metal keycard.

 "Didn''t I mention? After the tour guide showed me thearium, I started poking around where I''m sure I wasn''t supposed to. Found an ID keycard on an ancient skeleton. Thought it mighte in handy."

 When we climbed another set of stairs and emerged onto the third floor, we were greeted with a scene of absolute chaos.

 "Holy..." Veronica gripped her super sledge. "What happened here?"

 The walls were covered inser and sma burns. There was a Nuka C vending machine at the end of the hallway that looked like it had exploded from the inside out. There were a few sentry bots - or, at least, the pieces of several sentry bots - scattered all around the hallway. Even ED-E beeped his confusion at the scene. We were so transfixed at the mechanical carnage that we didn''t notice the Mr. Handy floating up to us until it started speaking.

 "Third floor ess is for executives only. Please identify." All three of us turned at the sound... and then I said something that even I wasn''t expecting.

 "Ice cream?" I don''t know why, but that blurted out of my mouth before I could stop. Veronica looked at me like I''d gone insane. The robot paused...

 "Thank you sir. Have a nice day." And then it floated off, leaving us staring at it in disbelief. Both Veronica and ED-E seemed to stare at me, looking as confounded as I felt.

 "Okay. Seriously. How did you do that?" Veronica asked. It took me a minute or so before my brain could form any more words.

 "I... don''t... know. Fuckin'' lucky, though..." I shook it off, and resisted the urge to ask when my life got so weird. Especially since I already knew the answer.

 Instead, I decided to follow the trail of broken robots, and find out where it led - especially since the holotape''s signal was much stronger on this floor. Sure enough, it led us to a section of the ceiling which had copsed... and two corpses nearby (one lying against the wall with aser rifle in hisp, and the other sprawled out on the ground) wearing powered armor.

 "Hmm," I muttered, looking at the armored corpses riddled with bullet-holes andser burns, and then ncing back down the hall. "Looks like ast stand."

 "Looks like..." Veronica said softly, as she tended to the bodies. "Must have gotten cornered and overwhelmed..."

 "Either that, or they weremitted to the position," I said. Veronica shrugged. "Must have been a hell of a fight. I counted at least six destroyed sentry bots on the way here. There may have been more."

 "Doesn''t matter... they still refused to run." Veronica''s voice started to waver, so she stopped talking. Instead, she handed me the holotape as soon as she found it. Veronica was working very hard to keep her expression neutral, but I could tell what she was thinking... I plugged the holotape into my Pip Boy, and started reading.

 Mission Code: XV-56

 Temporary Password: Lives to fight another day.

 Summary: Pdins Matiz and Lander, you are to survey the ruins at coordinates 0.004, 9.265, search for theponents we need, and retrieve what you can. As a secondary objective,pile a list of additional items at the site for future retrieval.

 -McNamara

 "You know, I''m surprised at you," I said to Veronica as she cradled her new toy. "I didn''t think you were one for energy weapons."

 "Normally I''m not," Veronica said, holding the sma rifle we''d swiped from a holding cell deep in Repconn on our way back outside. "But this is a Q-35 matter modtor! One of a kind prototype. I couldn''t just leave it now, could I?"

 "Are you even going to use it?" I asked. Veronica shrugged.

 "Probably not. Shooting things isn''t really my style. I like punching things. And beating things. And smashing things to a bloody pulp. Even with sma weapons, you don''t get that same satisfaction." Veronica beamed at me as she put the rifle in the backseat. "Punching is the gift that just keeps on giving."

 Thest stop was in the western ck Mountain foothills, close to Hidden Valley. And it was strange: I was longing for the terrain of the bombed out no-mansnd outside Nellis. It may have been tough, but at least it was mostly t. We had to abandon the car almost a half mile away from the holotape signal because anywhere beyond the broken up road was entirely too steep, too narrow (or both) for the car.

 Veronica, ED-E and I spread out, and started making our way cautiously in the vague direction of the signal. The closer we got, the more the feeling of unease in my stomach grew. Something was wrong here. It wasn''t like before. There was definitely something wrong here...

 Tik.

 "Hold up!" I called out to Veronica; luckily, she was behind me.

 "What''s up? What''s wrong?" I took off my helmet, reached into the medicine pouch, grabbed a few Rad-X pills, and then tossed her the bottle.

 Tik-ik.

 "The Geiger counter is going off. Wherever this patrol is, it''s in the heat somewhere..." I popped the Rad-X pills in my mouth and put my helmet back on. "Alright, V, I got a question."

 "Yeah?" Veronica tossed me back the bottle after taking a few of the pills herself.

 "Does power armore with radiation shielding?" Veronica''s grip on her super sledge visibly tightened at the question... or maybe it was the sound that was making her tense.

 Tik-tik-tikik-tik.

 "Yes. And a built in Geiger counter, same as a Pip Boy," Veronica motioned with her head at the audibly clicking device on my wrist. "There are also built-in systems for delivering medicine and chems to the armor''s user duringbat actions..."

 "Right, I get the picture. Whatever killed the patrol out here, it wasn''t the rads." I adjusted the grip on my G36. "Get military. Something stinks."

 The two of us didn''t spread out as much after that. ED-E sped off ahead, buzzing well above the winding paths in the hills. The deeper we headed, the louder and more frequent the Geiger counter clicked. There were pockets of radiation everywhere... at least it didn''t seem as heavy as the radiation in House''s bunker under The Fort.

 Before long, red pips started to appear on both the Pip Boy''s radar and the helmet''s motion tracker - just as ED-E returned, beeping urgently. Veronica and I kept low as we ascended the ridge. Even ED-E kept quiet. And a good thing too.

 We weren''t climbing a ridge at all. It was the mouth of a crater, and inside... The creatures crawling around the inside of the crater made my skin crawl. I''d never seen centaurs this close before. But the writhing masses of flesh crawling around the irradiated crater weren''t the only things down there.

 "There," Veronica whispered next to me. "In the center of the basin. I can see the two pdins..."

 "We have to go back," I whispered, my eyes transfixed at the grisly sight below me. Veronica seemed confused. "That hunting rifle of mine, Pinpoint, is in the trunk of my car. It has a scope and a suppressor... Everything I''m carrying is for mid-to-close range, and I''d rather not-"

 The edge of the crater underneath me exploded.

 I remember tumbling and falling down into the crater. The armor was cushioning most of the impacts, but I could barely make heads or tails of anything as I fell. I grabbed the edge of the crater and managed to slow my descent just enough to grab hold of the rifle still clinging to my neck by the leather strap.

 I managed to right myself just in time toe face to face with one of those... things. If you''ve never seen a centaur up close, consider yourself lucky. I don''t know where theye from, but if I had to guess I''d say they were probably human once. Once. People call them centaurs because it has a head and a torso that are vaguely human, but beyond that their bodies are mutated into something truly and utterly alien. They only have stumps of twisted muscle and bone where their real arms should''ve been, and the rest of their bodies look like a radscorpion made out of a writhing mass of melted flesh, with cracked and broken bones sticking out at odd angles. I counted six limbs, but it was like what should have been legs were fused together with arms, ending with hands instead of feet... hands with too many fingers in all the wrong ces.

 Worst of all, though were the three massive, fleshy, slimy tentacles writhing and squirming out of its open mouth, headed straight for my face. At least, I assumed its mouth was open. I couldn''t really see a lower jaw anywhere.

 "Son of a bitch!" I brought the arm with my Pip Boy up, but it was no use. One of the tentacles wrapped itself around my arm, another wrapped around the middle of my chest, and the third mped down hard on my head. It lifted me off the ground like I was made out of feathers. I could feel it squeezing against me like a vice, threatening to crush me, despite the armor... I grabbed hold of one of the tentacles to pull myself closer, and nted my feet against the monsters chest; I buried the carbine against the centaur''s eye and squeezed the trigger.

 The gun barked and shed against the melted flesh of its face. It screeched and howled, a glutinous yellow-green ichor spraying in every direction. The grip it had on me loosened, and I fell to the ground with a thud. The centaur thrashed it''s swollen and tumor-ridden head, tentacles iling wildly. I didn''t even bother to get up - I just took aim, flicked the selector switch to full auto, and emptied the rest of the magazine. Each muzzle sh brought with it more spurts of filthy inhuman pus and bile where there should have been blood.

 "Sheason!" I heard Veronica from behind me as the centaur fell, still thrashing. ED-E zoomed overhead, as I got up, recing the magazine. I looked over the copsed and twisted form of the centaur just in time to see half a dozen more shuffle and shamble in my direction.

 "I''m alright, don''t worry!" I fired at the oing horde, and Veronica rushed past me, Oh, Baby! at the ready. "What was that explosion?"

 The nearest centaur reared back, and the slimy tentacles parted, revealing a misshapen mouth, full of entirely too many teeth in all the wrong ces - and it vomited a stream of bright green liquid filled with darkened ck chunks like it was shot from a fire hose. I managed to duck out of the way, just in time to hear it explode on the crater wall behind me. Well, that answers that question, at least.

 I climbed over the dead centaur as quickly as I could. The flesh and bones yielded and cracked underneath my boots as I kept firing round after round into the pus-filled sacks of meat. Streams of bile were being fired off into the air by the centaurs in the back, away from me - probably trying to hit ED-E, impossible moving target that he is.

 The G36 clicked empty just as the nearest centaur sumbed. There were still three more heading to me - at least - and I didn''t have time or cover to change the magazine. So I threw the weapon aside, pulling out the 12.7mm SMG. It may have felt like I was holding a box in my hands, but it still did the trick well enough... for a few seconds. Twenty seven rounds may seem like a lot, but on full auto it onlysts about three seconds. I''m just d that in that three seconds, one of the centaur''s faces turned into a yellowish-green pulpy mass, flecked with bits of bright pink skin and purple muscle.

 Two more now. While I pulled the sawn-off shotgun off my leg, I cast a nce in Veronica''s direction. She was fighting off two of the damn things at once. One of them definitely had its tentacles wrapped around Oh, Baby! and the arm that was holding it, but it was definitely struggling against her. And the other? I couldn''t be sure if it was the centaur who was holding onto Veronica''s arm, or if Veronica was holding onto the centaur''s tentacle-tongues.

 Speaking of tentacles, one of them wrapped itself around my helmet. Or maybe it just hit me really hard. Either way, I grabbed the tentacle with one hand, trying with all my might to pry it away, and with the other I took aim with the shotgun, and fired both barrels into its face. The whole left side of its head was blown apart, sending ichor and chunks of bone everywhere.

 Only one more now, and it was getting perilously close. I had plenty of ammo, but no time to grab my discarded guns to reload, and I seriously doubted the three pistols - Roscoe, That Gun, or the Ranger Sequoia - would do anything to the monster besides piss it off. Well... maybe the Ranger Sequoia, but...

 I shoved the corpse (was it dead? The tentacles were still moving, even though the rest of it was as limp as a sack of meat...) out of my way, and lunged for the nearest centaur, pulling one of my knives off my belt: thebat knife with the serrated edge. It reared back, exposing it''s misshapen mouth; I ducked out of the way as it fired its explosive bile, and before it got a chance to bring the tentacles back down onto me, I rushed up and buried the knife into the central one. I buried it so deep, that it wentpletely through, and then I pushed until the knife went into its face. And there was it''s open mouth, the other two tentacles pping uselessly out of the way.

 "Suck on this," I growled, pulling one of the sma grenades off my chest, priming it, and shoving it into the monsters open mouth. Before it was evenpletely out of sight, I was already running. If I remembered right, sma grenades have a three second fuse, and the-

 The shockwave knocked me face-first into the ground. The whole world behind me lit up in green, and I was showered with gore and chunks of meat. Aside from that though, I was fine. Either I''d managed to run out of the worst part of the st radius, or the armor had taken the brunt of it. Either way, when I turned around, there wasn''t a centaur anymore. Just a smoking, smoldering pile of meat and bone.

 By the time I''d gotten up and collected all my weapons, I saw Veronica, finishing off thest of the centaurs with a swing from Oh, Baby! that practically evaporated its head and most of the torso. She was breathing heavy, and covered from head to feet in gore... so was I, for that matter. For a minute, neither of us said anything, and the only sound apart from our heavy breathing was the steady clicking noise of the Geiger counter.

 "We should... uh..." I pointed feebly at the center of the crater; amazingly, the two pdins seemed untouched. At least, untouched by this round of fighting.

 "Yeah," Veronica tried to wipe some of the gore off her face, but stopped when she realized her sleeve was just as disgusting. "Good idea."

 In no time at all, we''d recovered the tags and the holotape. While I was plugging it into my Pip Boy, I nced at the pdin''s armor. Based on the burns, and how it looked melted in ces, I''d say these pdins took one too many hits of the centaurs explosive projectile vomit.

 Mission Code: CB-03

 Temporary Password: The better part of valor.

 Summary: Pdins Hughes and Fairbanks, I need you two to head north to the nearbymunications array and look for theponents mentioned in the briefing. The mutants there have been reasonable in the past and may prove helpful.

 -McNamara

 

 "Right..." Veronica pushed up against the ground with her super sledge. "Let''s go. I need a shower."

 "I need a drink," I said. ED-E hovered into view. He seemed pleased with himself, the way he was beeping. It looked like he hadn''t taken a scratch. "Yeah, yeah, shut up." ED-E beeped and squawked almost like he wasughing.

 "You know... I admit it. You were right." Veronica said, nodding, as the two of us made our way out of the crater. When I didn''t say anything, she continued: "Your desire to bring an armory''s worth of guns wasn''t overkill. In fact, I''d go so far as to say it was just the right amount of kill." I chuckled to myself, looking over my shoulder at the scene of carnage and devastation and smoking meat behind us.

 "Yeah... overkill is underrated."

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Chapter 79: The Better Part of Valor