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In The Wastes	By : Serpentor Category: +A through F > Fallout (Series) > Fallout (Series) Views: 3171 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: was going over my stories and realized I didn’t give Hank the Blackhawk in the earlier ones so I have to go back a bit. The Seventh installment of the “In The Wastes” series.
A Bird in the Wastes
Hank stepped out into the warm sunlight that burned down on them and scorched the wasteland. For now it felt good. He had spent the last several hours crawling through subway tunnels looking for valuable goods he could sell to make some caps. He didn’t recognize where he was, it was a trainyard but not one he remembered being in before. He had gotten turned around after he was overrun by ghouls, mostly glowies but there was a reaver or possibly two. He was popping heads and running he didn’t have time to inspect them. He looked his armor over, he was wearing leather armor or he was, it was trashed now. The reavers had hit him several times with whatever the hell they were hurling at him. He heard some talking from around the corner of the Trainyard concrete structure, then some strange gunfire, he was about to swing around the corner when he heard the growl and heavy breathing. Yao Guai. “Damn it.” He had his Xuanlong a Chinese assault rifle, a scoped .44 and a knife concealed up his sleeve. A few deep breaths to slow his heart and contain himself. He crouched and spun on his heel around the corner, the Guai was standing there over its kill. He sighted up its massive head and let off a three burst shot. “BANG, BANG, BANG!” It recoiled and collapsed, unfortunately it had a thick skull and the last shot was a bit high and missed. He didn’t give it time to regain its balance. He let off several three shot burst until the clip was exhausted. All body shots, it was heavily bleeding. It was stumbling his way fast, he dropped the Xuanlong and pulled the .44 and rang off three shots. One shot tore into his nostrils one caught his eye the other hit him between the eyes, it collapsed. He walked over to the waster that had died. He was holding a strange weapon. It looked to be a combat shotgun but it was assembled from junk. He picked it up, he aimed at the Guai and pulled the trigger. A hiss clunk sound emanated and a projective was fired from it into the Guai’s head tearing it from the lifeless body. He inspected the weapon and realized it was a railway spike that it had fired. “This could be useful.” He walked up the back of the trainyard concrete structure there were two right beside one another they allowed the trains to enter the underground tracks. He looked North. “Oh damn that looks familiar, so so familiar.” And looking southwest confirmed it, Bigtown. North of here was Germantown, or as he called it the fucking Muties Playhouse. He checked the Pipboy, Meresti Trainyard. He looked east. And saw a group of people and a Brahmin. He made his way down the structure and ran in their direction. They couldn’t see it but he could, a Deathclaw headed right for them.
Lucky was finished up a deal on a very nice assault rifle, the guy was in need of a new piece and Lucky always carries “high quality, problem solvers” as he puts it. “Thank you for your business.” The waster was looking over his new gun when he heard a yell from behind him. He turned a saw a man running in his direction pointing to the south, Lucky and the waster both looked and they could the lurching figure of a Deathclaw headed there way. “Oh shit.” Lucky said pulling a Launcher from the Brahmin. It was rough as he hadn’t had a chance to work on it, but he should get one shot or if he was “Lucky”, two. The Deathclaw now saw them, it glared at them for a second then charged throwing its arm wide. Closer, closer, still closer, Lucky fired. The uneven ground defeated him, as he fired and the missile was inches from the its target the Deathclaw hit a dip in the ground and stumbled to the left causing the missile to narrowly miss him. The other man started firing, seeing him as a bigger threat the Deathclaw swatted at him first. Luckily it was a backhand, the man was knocked back but relatively uninjured. Lucky had reloaded the launcher and was aiming again. He fired but nothing happened. He tossed it aside and drew the Combat Shotgun. His merc guard was already firing but claws were tough and little penetrated its thick skin. Lucky opened up with several high shots, going for the vital areas: face, upper body, and shoulders. Take out its shoulders what’s it going to hit you with was his thinking. The Deathclaw was on top of them but a shot from Lucky to its shoulder made it recoil back. Then they heard a hissing clunk sound and the Deathclaw lurched to the side. It hit the ground but was pushing itself up “hisssss clunk.” The Deathclaw lurched again and its leg was ripped from its body. Lucky looked to the direction the man was running from and saw he was the one making the sound “hisssss clunk.” His arm ripped from its socket the Deathclaw gave up and died. “I owe you friend.” Lucky said.
“Don’t you always.” Hank replied and Lucky seeing his face no longer hidden by the gun recognized him. “So where you headed, any place good?” Hank asked.
“I could ask you the same. I’m headed to Agatha’s.”
“I was thinking of heading home. Who is Agatha?” Hank replied. She broadcasts from her house up the road a little from here.”
“Broadcasts what?”
“Music, she plays music, she can’t pay in caps so she pays us that way for the things us traders bring her.” They arrived at her house there was a bridge that had to be taken to get over to it.
“I think I’ll say hello.” Hank said as he made his way across the bridge. He was up to her door. He knocked and opened the door. “Hello?” he said.
“Hello.” The voice came from the corner right by the door. “I heard from Lucky you play music and was curious.”
“I play the violin, I made it myself but it is badly out of tune. I have a radio frequency that I play on. You can tune it in, I play a loop of music but I add new pieces from time to time.” Hank turned on his Pipboy radio and scanned till he found her station. He listened for a second and decided he like what he heard. The current song was soothing and relaxing. “I was wonder young man.” She said snapping him out of his faze. “You look like a strong young man that is used to danger.”
“I won’t argue with that.” he said remembering all the crap he’s had to deal with.
“Could you run an errand for me?” He should have seen this coming. Never can meet someone not needing something, of course that was kind of his job and he was usually well paid. Free healthcare in Bigtown, Discounts from all the traders, and discounts from everyone in Megaton, except Moriarty, he’s an ass.
“What can I do for you?”
“My great great grandmother Hilda Egglebrecht had an exquisite violin; it was called the Soil Stradivarius, one of a kind. When she was asked to join the musical artist in Vault 92 she took it with her. I was wondering if you could retrieve it for me?”
“How do you know something like that even still exists?”
“She kept it in a special pressurized case, which maintained the proper humidity and temperature.”
“What vault did you say?”
“92, I don’t know where it is, but the Vault-Tec Headquarters building in D.C. will have the location.” He was checking his Pip-boy.
“I’ve been there. It’s near Old Olney.” Fucking deathclaws. He thought.
“You have?”
“I didn’t go in but I saw the vault door. Dangerous area.” he mumbled.
“I don’t have much, but I have some ammo. You can have it if you will retrieve it for me.”
“No, I have ammo. I don’t know how long it will take me but I will get it for you.” With that he left. He checked his Pip-boy again. He decided he would travel places he’d been before. First stop north east to Minefield.
It was an easy trek to minefield, a few wild dogs he put down but nothing else. He would swing around minefield, he couldn’t walk through it. There was a power station to the north of here. Another reason he was traveling like this is that if he got into trouble he would have someplace to fall back to if he needed. He headed north, the power station, it was the large one with the large building next to it, three smokestacks and full of ghouls, well it was until he cleared it out. He was making his way past the coils lined up outside of the small building when he heard a clicking sound, he knew it immediately, rad scorpion. He started moving faster and glanced around in all directions looking for it. He was looking to his rear when he saw not a black moving object, but a white fucking giant running object. He broke into a run and when he was close enough he launched himself up the power line tower. He climbed franticly, hearing the tail whip around just out of reach, luckily. He wedged himself between two solid pieces of metal and unslung his Xuanlong. He brought it up and released several three round burst in the albino’s head, or as close as he could, it had no real head. Suddenly an explosion shock the ground reverberating through the steel of the towers and the albino was gone. “What the fuck was that?” he looked around the landscape, he spotted three small black figures not far away. One was packing a missile launcher, one a minigun and the other an assault rifle. The Outcasts. “I hate those guys.” He muttered. He climbed down and they were arriving at his position. He was going to ignore them but if they made one stupid comment he might kill them, on second thought he wouldn’t get them all.
“Some of the local wildlife.” He heard one say.
He knew he had to deal with their crap as he wasn’t in a position to eliminate them and get away alive. “I think I’ll tell the Brotherhood where their base is, maybe they will raid it and kill them all.” He said as he walked away. He headed north and slightly east of here, skirting around the left side of the Greener Pastures Disposal site.
As he was going around the disposal site he came across an old broken bridge. He was cautious at places like this, it may seem deserted but raiders are always there to ruin a good day. He got to the edge of the broken bridge and looked down, there was nothing around him, he might be in the clear. CLICK, CLICK, CLICK. He heard the clicks from overhead and around him. “Walked right into that one.” He muttered. He slowly stood up.
“Hold it there meat.” Slavers? He thought. He glanced at the one to his left, yep slaver gear. “Looks like you’re out here all alone.”
“We got a pretty necklace for you.” he heard a female slaver say.
“Sorry don’t wear jewelry.” He got a rifle butt across the back for that comment sending him to his knees.
“You’re going to wear it and like it meat.” The slaver behind him pushed his head forward to attach the collar and Hank quickly spun and grabbing the slavers gun-arm with one hand and using him as a shield pulled the trigger while it was still in the slaver hand, he saw one duck and he clipped the other one, sending her staggering back. He had the slaver in a hold, his left arm under the slaves left and his hand braced behind his head leaving his left arm unless to fight back. He jerked the rifle quickly upward, before the slaver could tighten his muscles to resist, the gun slammed into his face knocking him out. Hank backed even closer to the edge. He pried the gun from the slavers hand and tossed it below. Then looking for his friends, shoved the slaver into the rock wall and jumped over the edge as well.
One unconscious, one injured, one hid. Just have to kill them quick. He moved around the bottom of the bridge and made his way up the side carefully watching to the back where the one slaver had hid. He came upon the female, she was wrapping her leg up with her gun laying next to her. She was oblivious to his presence. When she saw who had come upon her she made a mad lunge for it “BANG!” in the chest, she went still. He crept down the ledge looking for the other one. After several minutes of looking he couldn’t find him.
“Did he run?” Hank ask himself. He jumped down to the broken bridge where he left the first one. He saw the collar laying on the ground next to him. Hank saw that he was still fairly out of it. He grabbed the collar and clipped it around the slavers neck. Digging in his pockets he found the remote. He slapped the slaver.
“What happened?”
“You got collared.” Hank said still being fairly cautious looking for the absent slaver. The slavers hands went to his neck at the comment, then immediately to his pocket for the remote. “Looking for this?” Hank asked shaking it in front of his face. “Now I believe this is the button that makes it go pop.”
“No its not.” the slaver stammered, Hank could hear the fear in his voice.
“It’s the only button on here, so if it doesn’t, I wonder what it does.” He said moving his finger.
“NO!”
“What, are you going to beg? You want me to remove the collar?”
“YES!”
Hank stood up. “I just wanted to see you beg.” He turned and walked away pressing the button hearing the pop behind him.
After he passed the Disposal site he could follow that same northeastern path straight to Vault 92. There was one more obstacle he saw, an Enclave Camp. “These fuckers are everywhere.” He said to himself “but easily dealt with.” He used his scoped .44, and saw it was a small group, one officer and two soldiers hold up in a big truck and trailer. As much as he’d love to level their camp he wasn’t dressed nor armed for the fight, his Xuanlong couldn’t puncture their armor, and he wasn’t wearing his heavy armor just leather and his trench coat. He moved back and proceeded to sneak around the Enclave. It was a long and slow process, if he ran they might hear him and try to gun him down, possibly following him and he couldn’t afford that. Finally he figured he was far enough from them to move more quickly. Before he could get too far he heard the Enclave open fire but not at him. He wondered if that slaver was following him.
He arrived at the vault door, it was a massive gear wedged into a matching hole. He rewired the door switch, effectively hotwiring it to get it open. With a great screeching sound the gear was pulled clear of the hole and rolled to the side. Now he was in, the problem was he had no idea where in this massive vault he was going to find a specific violin. He made his way to the living quarters figuring that would be the most likely place. He was passing a stairway that said ‘sound studio’ when he heard that familiar sound. That distinctive clicking noise, mirelurks, “Why is it always mirelurks?” he muttered. He peeked around the corner. The hall was full of them. I can thin them out he thought. He aimed at the closest one with his .44, it was facing him but didn’t see him. He sighted the face and fired, it turned right as he squeezed and it took the round to its armored shell. It turned and locking on to him, it called out its battle cry and charged. He jumped back around the corner and pulled out the Xuanlong. It came around the corner swinging. He dove to the side to avoid it; the only problem was that was a stairway. He rolled down the stairs and hit the bottom. As he did he heard a cracking and crushing sound, he had landed on his scoped .44 destroying the scope. The mirelurk was momentarily confused as to where its prey went. He had lost his Xuanlong it was laying on the stairs about halfway up. But the spike shooter was right next to him. He grabbed it, and fired, hisssss clunk. The spike hit just under its face but penetrated his body and lodged in the ceiling he fired again and with that it stumbled back and hit the wall. He could hear its friends moving in that direction. “I guess I’ll search down here first.” He grabbed his Xuanlong, and moved down the hall. There wasn’t much down here, he moved into one room and one wall was a window looking into another room that was full of chairs and music stands. As he stood staring into the room, he saw a case sitting on the table right against the window. “That can’t be it?” he said to himself. He saw the door through the window. “I have to get a closer look at that.” The door was locked, and there was no way to pry or pick his way into it. He returned to the windowed room and as far to the one side as he could get he placed two grenades. Pulled the pins and ran out the room. Even around the corner it was painful, the vibrations echoed in his head. “That’s a headache for sure.” he said. He returned to the room, the glass was gone and nothing else seemed to be damaged, nothing of importance anyway. He climbed through the window and grabbed the case. He popped it open. Low and behold a pristine violin, was it the Soil Stradivarius? He wasn’t sure but he snapped the case shut, grabbed it and was going to get out of there. Something hit the floor when he picked it up. He glanced down and saw a book, it read ‘musical paper’ on the cover, he grabbed it as well and got the hell out of there. Sneaking back up the stairs was easy; the mirelurks had moved back around the corner and didn’t see him leave. He was at the entrance when he remembered he would have to bypass the Enclave again.
He stepped out and headed south. The Enclave Camp was west of here and if he went south they wouldn’t see him. He took the opposite side of the disposal site on the way back, coming across nothing on his way back through the power station or minefield. He was walking along the cliff face looking for the way up when he heard some chatter coming from up ahead. It was raiders by the sound of it. They were planning an ambush and it sounded like it would be on Lucky or one of the others. As long as it wasn’t Wolfgang coming they would probably strike. Drugs or armor. Hank decided to spoil their fun. He took his last grenade, pulled the pin and rolled it towards the hidden raiders. BOOM! He pulled his gun and moved to their position. They were both dead. BANG! BANG! BANG! He ducked. Then realized the shot wasn’t at him. He saw Doc Hoff and his Merc. They had gunned down the raider that was aiming at Hank.
“Thanks Doc. Didn’t see that one. I figured these two were planning an ambush on the next trader through here.”
“You need anything? Maybe I got your fix.” Doc asked.
“Got any Nuka?”
“Got three.”
“How much?”
“Five caps for one of my regulars.”
“Thanks Doc.”
He knocked on Agatha’s door and entered. “I got something for you.” He pulled the case out.
“You got it!” she pulled it out of the case and examined it. “It’s pristine.” She commented. She tried a few notes. The sound set his nerves alive with feeling.
“That should really make your music pop.” She saw the book he had also pulled out. “Is that a book of musical paper?”
“Yeah, I found it with the violin.”
“I can’t thank you enough for this.” She then went to her cabinet and pulled out a gun. “Here. I have no use for this, it was my husband’s, he called it Blackhawk.”
“Thanks. I can use a new piece.” He said remembering he smashed his old one.
He was arriving at Megaton when Wolfgang called his attention. “Yeah Wolfgang what’s up?”
“Uncle Roe has a message for you.”
“What is it?”
“Didn’t say, said he didn’t want it to get out.”
“Yeah thanks, I’ll check it out tomorrow.” He entered Megaton.
After a good night sleep he awoke to Wadsworth thrusting around the house. He noticed Ginn was absent, but saw Sally sitting down stairs. “Hey Sally why aren’t you out?”
“It’s boring. What are you doing?”
“I’m heading to Canterbury Commons to get a message.”
“Can I come?”
“It’s fairly dangerous.”
“I’ll be careful, I promise.” He moved to the gun locker.
“Alright here.” he said tossing her a 10mm Submachine gun.
They were up by the Bethesda Ruins when the raider party jumped him. Sally was very proficient with the sub, she took down two. Hank was taking down the others with his new Blackhawk. “Stay here Sally I need to get that last raider.” He moved to the crumbling structure. He picked up a rock and tossed it around the corner. He heard her run. He swung out into the open and open fired striking her in the back. He heard a short burst of fire and then Sally cry out. Her gun was jammed by the motion he saw her making trying to clear it. Two raiders had come out of nowhere, and knocking the gun from her hand and grabbing her. He couldn’t fire in case he hit her.
He heard one say “Let’s get her to the mills.” Evergreen Mills? he thought.
“Shit, need bigger weapons for that.”
He arrived at Megaton, in a fury. Ginn saw him as he entered the house. She walked in as he was pulling the Fat Man for the corner it usually leaned against. “What going on? Where is Sally?”
“Raiders got her.”
“Let me take the Missile Launcher and we can go get her.”
“No. I got it.” She took in his appearance. Missile Launcher, Fat Man, Xuanlong, and Blackhawk, he wasn’t taking any prisoners.
“Alright just bring her back.”
“I will.”
The Enclave Camp was just outside of Jury Street Metro. He saw one officer and one Armored Soldier and a Deathclaw in a cage. Fuck them he thought. He got the missile launcher and fired at the cage blowing it open. The blast took out the officer as well, she was sitting next to it at the computer. The soldier turned and fired several times at the Deathclaw but it slashed him down. He fired a second missile and blasted the Deathclaw apart. He moved to the officer she had a plasma pistol on her, he pocketed that. The soldier’s gun unfortunately was destroyed by the Deathclaw swipe. He was close to Jury Street when he saw the raiders on the roof of the building. They didn’t see him, they were watching someone else. He moved forward and could see it was a pack of Talon. Then out of nowhere a shot ran out. Carnage ensured. One Talon was hit, but they got all the raiders. They took their fallen friends gun and armor and left. “I wonder who fired that shot it wasn’t the talon they were facing the wrong way and it wasn’t the raiders I was watching them.” He then saw a figure run out of the subway entrance and it all fell into place. He watched him enter the sewer and picked a concealed place to watch him from when he reemerged.
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