At The Precipice Of Something New

Something Troubling

The Commonwealth
January the 20th, 2288
9:23

Waiting a few days to get one final scope of the old Weston Water Treatment Plant had been for the best. As they had hoped, the mirelurks and super mutants outside the facility had, for the most part, done away with each other. Getting into the facility had been gone relatively smoothly.

Navigating the facility was a separate issue.

As they had expected, the entire facility was flooded to at least a foot of a water on the entrance level. Wading through the water, Becca hacked through some of the algae with the butt of her gun, throwing her free arm out to push the others back before kneeling down, passing her gun to Nora to hold. Slowly stepping forward, still crouched, Becca ran one hand through the water, apparently looking for something. Suddenly, she paused and dropped her other hand into the water, hands wrapping something before twisting and tugging at it under the water. After a minute of fighting with it, she ripped out a large, metal plug caked in algae, rust, and hard water. Slowly, the water in the room began to abate, swirling down the drain. Standing up and holding the plug in one hand, Becca waved the others past her and around the draining water; Nora first, soon followed by Preston, Derek, Ava, and, finally, Codsworth. Frowning at the drain as the water flowed down it, Becca waved at Nora to throw her gun back to her, which she quickly caught with one hand before, finally, throwing the plug to the side, hitting the concrete floor with a harsh, metallic thud.

Hands wrapped tightly around her gun, Becca walked down to the end of the corridor where the others were waiting. Standing between the doors to keep them from closing, Nora swallowed hard when the elevator bell rang, and waved Becca in. Once she had slipped into the elevator, Nora stepped all the way in herself, hands shaking around her shotgun. The elevator bell rang again, and then began its descent. Closing her eyes for a minute, Nora took in a deep breath, and steadied herself. The doors opened again, and Nora stepped out first, quickly followed by Preston, Derek, Becca, Ava, and Codsworth. Leading the way, Preston reloaded his musket, and fired several shots at the few, armed turrets there were with Becca and Nora slipping past to shoot down the other turrets he couldn't reach. The turrets (forcibly) deactivated, they took a look around their surroundings. A broken clock on the wall, burnt out fluorescent lights, and a cork bulletin board with a few pieces of paper still tacked onto it were still hanged on the walls. Towers of file cabinets around desks with melted through computers on them had files still within them, some of them with boxes on top of them, too.

Feeling something was very wrong, Preston slowly turned a corner before calling Derek over to attempt to access one of the few, still working computer terminals in a dimly lit part of the room where a few lights were, also, still working. With not a moment to spare, Derek holstered his pistol and began to work on hacking into the computer terminal. Preston stood near him, watching his back. Ava flicked on a flashlight, and began to take a look around before finding a storage closet, which she opened. She rummaged through the boxes for a few minutes before finding a few stimpaks, radaway, and an assortment of recreational drugs. She unzipped her backpack and dropped the items in before quickly zipping it back up. Nora, Becca, and Codsworth paced the room, looking for a way deeper into the plant. After a few minutes, the group reconvened and began through a door into the facility manager's room. Nora shot down another turret, and then walked over to a nearby desk to take a look over a few of the files on top of it.

"Damn..." Nora raised an eyebrow before laughing when she found a set of comics underneath a lifestyle magazine. "I haven't seen this many of these in a long time."

"Grognak The Barbarian?" Codsworth noted, taking the magazines from her when she handed them over to him. He put them into a small bag he carried. "If I recall, Mister Nate was quite fond of these."