Part Eight

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 Asra heard her climbing the makeshift steps to the lookout point. He had told Lard he would take the first watch of the night, knowing the area is dead quiet, the roof would grant privacy and he got some moonshine for the trouble. He passed her the bottle as she took a seat next to him by the small fire. She took a massive swig, gulped then took a second smaller one that she spat on the fire to raise the flames.

‘So…’ he spoke calmly, but needed answers.

She sat silently thinking where to start. Whilst she thought she passed the note from Jax. He reread.

‘The flower bomb is a G.E.C.K.’ Vic stated factually.

‘I didn’t guess that until you told me you still wanted to go to death claw town.’ He looked at her as the flames randomly illuminated her face. He could see determination. ‘Could be a fucking myth Vic, just a prick of hope guiding you to a big prick of death.’

‘Me and Jax done the research in the capitol but the trail went cold after…’

‘After, what?’

‘We saw Oasis with our own eyes.’

‘Bullsh…’

‘Seriously, green trees, water that wasn’t tainted by the nukes, we swam in clean water and laid in grass.’

‘Huh, you know I would only believe this coming from you two.’

‘Harold told us that the G.E.C.K could create an area like the one around him in minutes. Imagine any where we could find, with fission power we could make a haven.’

‘Hospitals.’

‘Exactly.’ She exclaimed. ‘How did you...’

‘Jax, headed up to Canada. Guess you’re looking for a hospital with working generators but not near a large occupied area.’

They talked deep into the night, mostly about places they could make safe and set up the G.E.C.K. They awoke in their bunks an hour before midday, no point getting up earlier as Lard didn’t get up till mid-afternoon, unless a fortune was involved. By the time Lard was up it had to be pushing three. Vic topped up her supplies and Asra replaced the plate in his armour. They also managed to secure a pack Brahmin for the next stage of the journey. A trader passing through, towards Boston, had told them that the roads were almost clear. He warned there was one point where a toll for some raiders was a good idea.

‘Fuck that for a box of Dandy apples.’ Was Vic’s response.

They passed a note to the same trader for Valentine, inside was a hidden message for Jax.

               Hey Nick,

                              Been a god damn pleasure working with you. This is one I may

               not be coming back from, could be for better or worse. Check the

               place where I keep them for the lease and enjoy the digs. Please clear

my tab with Vadim and Yefim, at the Dug Out, they’re good people. Jax

is headed your way, please let them stay at mine till they’re ready to

leave, then it’s all yours. Give the caps to Jax.

               Thank you

                                             Asra

A separate note had been written inside the folds of the envelope, they had put some old world money in so that this was not noticeable.

               Mon amour,

                              We have to travel to a town filled with death claws. You

               should wait for us (Asra) at the trading post with Lard. If the timing

               is correct we should be back there two of three days after you

               arrive.

                              Love Vic x-x-x

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