In the world Fallout New Vegas
I was in my plans to get to the Red Caravan, my friend at the same post NKR advised to talk to them about the provision of work. We walked from the south and had to get almost to the “New Vegas”, our path was laid along the western road and passed through a small village.
On the approaches to the village of me and my companion were stopped by a middle -aged man. His clothes were all in dust and stained with something dark. He introduced himself as the head of the village of Rudokopov and warned him further along the road. When asked what the reason, he almost burst into tears and began to complain about his and comrades fate. It turns out their small mining company, under a contracting agreement, extracted ore in a career for the NKR. But suddenly there were the claws of death. Where did they come from there, it is not clear. Rudokop suggested that this is possible the diversion of the legion, or the fraternity of steel. I looked at each other with my companion, it was not like those or others. Further, Rudokop began to lament that the NKR did not want to help them, but the ore demands. The claws of the death of food are not enough, and they begin to go out of the career on a large road, where they can easily find poor travelers and caravans. We thanked Rudokop for a warning and decided to go to the village to replenish the reserves and relax.
Sitting by the fire and cooking food, we decided what to do. Take a chance and pass by a career, go around the mountains where it was possible is no less dangerous, or help poor booters.
-What do you think buff, if we will help them, they will get a word for us in front of the NCR?-
-Should. I hope they will pay in full.-
-They will definitely not pay, you look at them, everything is in rags, and the NKR pays with them with its stupid paper currency, but you need to help.-
-Well, then today we have an excellent safari.- Bun twitched the shutter with his old hunting rifle with an optical sight.
Having reinforced and resting, https://casino-joy-uk.org/ we went on the way to the north towards the career. At the entrance to the quarry, there was a time -battered excavator, and near it three creatures with appetite devoured human flesh. Claws of death, damn nasty creatures. Perhaps they are one of the most dangerous unreasonable inhabitants of the wasteland. There are quite rarely, but if you were in the distance of the flock of these creatures, wait for trouble. Strong, fast, hardy, they have all the qualities of natural hunters and killers.
-Get bun, now we will be noticed.-
My comrade kneeled, aimed. I took out my carbine from behind. The felts heard us, the felts felt, but as if on command, a group of three abstions rushed to us. Bun shot, without hesitation, and echoed the sound of a shot in the district. How familiar these sounds are familiar to the local land. One claw of death waved his huge paws and fell into dust, Bun knew very well where to shoot. The other two monsters, realizing that the prey would not be easy, were abruptly divided. I was waiting, my automatic carbine was not suitable for a distant distance, but near I planned to dump with a queue possible at once two. The shot of the bun and the creature, having received a bullet in the shoulder, continues to run on us. Claws go to my distance, sight and fire. The line from the machine is mowing one, but the second one still has time to get to me in three jumps, tries to eat my neck, I shy away and immediately get a terrible blow to the ribs, which casts me a few meters to the side. The second blow to the knockout is Bun. Lying on the ground with hellish pain in the side, cursing the mines, the NKR and other guilty ones, I observe how the claw of death is no longer in a hurry, it brings to me on two paws. The shot and its skull scatters like a house house. Thanks to Bun.
-Damn it, well, creatures. When you and I take possession of the army of robots, promise me that the first thing we will get rid of them.-
-As you say bun, help me get up better.-
Having made our way into the canyon itself, we were unpleasantly surprised. At its bottom and in adjacent caves, we counted about twenty claws of death. And next to the cave lay a terrible size creature.
-What is it? It has seven to eight meters, no less.-
-This is Alfa Male, the damn mincopes unwrapped a hornet’s nest.-
-What will we do? I think you understand that in an open battle we will not be able to defeat him? Yes, we are even three simple, we can barely defeat individuals. We must leave.-
-Wait Bun. Where there is Alfa Mamets, there should be a female, otherwise they would not remain in one place. She is clearly in that huge cave, lays eggs. When it gets dark, they must all return to her together. You think about the same thing I?-
-Lay them to hell with dynamite and undermine?-
With the onset of darkness, as I predicted, all the claws, including a huge creature, crawled into the cave. We, slowly, trying not to make noise, approached the entrance. From the cave was carried by a nightmare stink, and a lot of human and not only bones were scattered around. Dynamite had to be placed tightly around the perimeter of the entire entrance. It was necessary to fill up the entrance for sure, otherwise the jumped army of monsters would tear us out in a second. Twisting a long wick, and stepping over a sufficient distance, we set fire to it. A nightmare explosion thundered over the night wastelands. As we planned, the entrance was more than the entrance, and on the other hand there was a terrible trap of claws that fell into a trap.
-And you know, I even liked it.- Bun smiled and patted me on the shoulder.
-If you do not shut up, I will pay off the move to them and leave you there. Better hope that they will all die there, soon. Come on, we will delight Rudokopov.-
