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hmm, i am or should be good with my weapon Brutus...do u think I should change my Colt .45 Brutus? Keebz asked

Before Barsul could leave, Brutus tapped his shoulder and handed the bullets back to him shacking his head. "It' s nothing personal Barsul, i just dont use guns. My punch guns are simply for that extra 'pow!' if i need it." He smiled and scratched his head with his other hand. "And yes Keebz, you can use just about anything you would like, so long as it fits your job."

((I dont really know if this is clear or not, but this squad of Nightkin and my squad are diffrent. Thanatos squad is the squad of soldiers im responsible for in the guild itself, we still havent figured a name out for this squad yet.))

(( What do falcons have to do with stealth warriors? lol Ive come up with a motto for the squad though. "We are the thing that goes bumo in the night." Kinda corny, and may have already be done, but its all ive had time to think up over the course of the past week due to my life being all jumbled right now. Me and my gf are kinda going through a thing..... anyway if u guys have suggestions for a name or a motto or something PM me about it. Ill consider anything, but just try to make it fit the squad itself.))

((As Keebon explained before, he just really likes falcons and that's why he's suggesting it, I believe that's what he said before in the barracks, correct me if I'm wrong please Keebon. As for the motto, decent I guess, just pretty unoriginal, of course, the motto is totally up to you and your squad, I'm in no way really involved in the nightkin thing.))

(I came up with another one but i thought it was too long, and i think i heard it from somewhere before. "You know that secret? That deep, dark, horrible secret you thought you saftely hid away? The same secret you hid under the lock and key of your mind? Well guess what?" Like i said its kinda neat, but not really a motto.)

The doors of the massive BOS complex closed behind him, leaving Simking to face the Wastelands on his own. The trusty Desert Eagle in his backpack was his weapon, alongside a set of brass knuckles. His body was covered with a thick leather armor, manually reinforced around the chest with some stitched on pieces of metal within leather pockets. It was around noon and the sun shone from high above, casting short and precise shadows upon the ground. The vegetation consisted mostly of dried up bushes with a random tree every few miles. He did not take his rifle in order to leave more room for water and food, not to mention a few Stimpacks.

Today’s goal was to get some red scorpion venom and perhaps a few gecko skins. For a few more moments he looked in to the distant horizon and finally began to move away from the safety of the BOS facility.

Nearly an hour went by before the first sign of life had appeared on the horizon, interestingly enough it was exactly at same time as the BOS base disappeared from view. Several crates and wagon stood beside a blanket atop of which a man was laying down. Simking had no idea whether this was a hostile encounter or a peaceful traveler, it was not the time to take such risks. Quickly changing his direction, Simking went around the traveler in a large arc. Sounds of claws alerted him, as he turned his head Simking saw a pair of giant scorpions tearing apart a semi decomposed body. This was a perfect opportunity to gain the advantage over these overgrown mutants. He drew his desert eagle and aimed for the head of one of them.

*BAAAM*

The shot missed the scorpion’s head, instead hitting the dead body and splattering blood in to the eyes of one of the scorpions.” s**t!” he yelled. Without wasting precious time, Simking reloaded and shot again, the scorpions were already on their way towards him. This time the shot hit one of the scorpions in the side of the torso. The tough armor of these creatures was critically damaged by the desert eagle bullet, a gooey green substance began to ooze from the wound and the hit scorpion limped to a stop, his legs moving slowly without any obvious purpose.

The second scorpion was only a few feet away when Simking shot it straight in the head, blowing up it’s brains all over the ground.

::Bio shortly returns after a few hours. He carries with him a couple bottles of Nuka-Cola. Walking back over to the rock he was previously sitting on, he sets the unopened bottle behind the rock and the opened one next to him. He leans back and laces his fingers together behind his head. He looks up at the clear blue sky and exhales a deeply relaxed sigh. His mind wanders a bit as thoughts of using the stealthboy in combat begins to intrigue his thoughts. He patiently awaits for the others to regroup once they've completed thier training::

::Bio observes the bottle in Brutus' hands and shook his head before lifting the nika-cola to his lips.:: I have never heard of it. I might have to try some... ::A gust of wind spawned from the bowells of the wasteland swirls past the group just as an old jukebox halfway submerged under the desert stand suddenly kicks on. A lovely and soothing melody begins to play from one of it's selected record tracks::
Maybe...you'll think of me...when you are all alone...maybe the one who is waiting for you....will prove untrue, then...
::The noise of static overpowers the melodies of the music as the faint sound of voices grows stronger from the speakers of the jukebox::
h..w...an...ou expect me to hit them when I can't see s**t through this scope?
I put you on that cliff because you're the best sharpshooter the Khans have. Just take out that big guy with the stealthboys. They'll be worth a fortune at the Hub!
::the sound of a weapon being fired rings through the speakers. Within moments, the small pile or rocks near Brutus' feet explode as a thin stream of smoke rises from the crater::
Damn, I missed! I'll try for a second shot...
Don't bother! It's too late now, you gave away our cover. Base to Team...openfire! Leave none alive!
::Suddenly the speakers are filled with different sounding weapons discharging as the ground around them spits up rocks and dirt. It was impossible to see anyone in sight yet the ground before them was quickly riddled with shots. Bio grips his chest with his right hand as he coughs up blood. He falls forward onto the ground and ceases to move. The area around them suddenly goes quiet and the jukebox goes dead. Only whistling of the wind can be heard as another gust blows through...::