“Don’t just stand there!” Gunther shouted, as he wailed away with his ratchet, trying to smash as many of the bugs as possible.
Quinn took the intiative, and threw a Willie Pete greande into the hall the baby roaches had come from, instantly vaporizing half of them and lighting the corridor aflame, preventing more from coming, if there were any.
There were still hundreds of four pound rad roaches crawling around. Grey took one look at them, then looked at his Glocks, and realized he’d a lot more bullets. Instead, he closed his eyes and focused, starting to fry the minds of the roaches. Hef hung back, unwilling to risk hitting Gunther with his shotgun.
Beef, on the other hand, pulled his standard issue vault security baton, and swung at the bugs crawling over Gunther. Gunther ducked, and the baton went harmlessly over his head.
“Watch it!” he snapped, smashing at the bugs with his pipe. It didn’t take long for him to finish them off, sweeping them off of his radiation suit and onto the floor. A minute later, and the team began exploring the cave, after the flames died down.
A huge pile of alien looking eggs was visible at the far end of the cave. Obviously, their target. No other roaches were in sight.
“This will be easy,” said Quinn, as he armed the detonator on the napalm bomb he was carrying.
There was also a metal door in the wall, the team decided to check it out after frying the bugs. Quinn set the bomb down, activated the timer at a thirty second countdown, and then started to head towards the exit.
At that point, a cockroach the size of a Volkswagen dropped down from the ceiling where it had been concealed in deep shadows, surprising all of them.
As the timer counted down to hot, napalm death, the security team fought a vicious melee against the Queen Roach in order to get out alive and in time.
Beef choose to run away, barely dodging a vicious slash from the mandibles of the roach. Thirty feet away, he turned and blazed away with his desert eagle, bouncing a bullet off the wall.
“Where’s a super sized can of raid when you need one?” Hef hollered, as he blew a hole in the radioactive roach with his shotgun.
“Quit complaining! You’re not next to it!” shouted back Gunther, as he started beating it with his pipe.
Quinn ducked out of the room. In these close quarter, his grenades would be a liability. Grey managed to nick it with one of his Glock 20s, but it wasn’t slowing down.
Gunther grunted in pain as a slash from the mandible of the roach tore open a big hole in the front of his radiation suit, causing some worry among the others.
So while Gunther, Beef and Hef kept up the heat on the Queen Roach with their guns, Grey adopted a different tactic. For the third and last time that day, he closed his eyes, and focused, setting the nervous system of the roach on fire, essentially, and causing it grievous pain.
The queen roach wasn’t looking so hot now, oozing from several holes in its carpace. Another shotgun shell from Hef, and a fifty caliber AE bullet from Beef slowed it down even more. What finally brought it down was the continued psionic attacks of Grey. The creature’s tiny, tiny brain fizzled and popped, and the radiated roach collapsed on the ground with a hefty thud.
With fifteen seconds left on the timer, the group piled out of the room, the napalm bomb detonating and incinerating the eggs behind them.
Hef looked at the metal door, after the hellfire set off in the room finally died down. The group was good at lighting things on fire. The metal plate on the door read: Air Force Ammo Depoty, 1954.
“Yes!” he shouted, as he started to pick the lock. “It’s an ammo depot!” he called to the others. After a minute, he got it open, and the team piled in to see what weapons and ammunition they could find.
Unfortunately, the government had pretty much emptied it out before the war. The only thing they could find with a 1928 M1 Thompson Submachine gun, and two drums of ammo. Hef got an urge to put on a fedora and crack his knuckles as he picked it up, but it quickly passed.
“Pity there isn’t anything else. I was hoping for some more serious firepower,” commented Beef, as they left. “You know, a grenade launcher, or a bozar. You know, some of the good stuff from before the war.”
“Nothing wrong with a Thompson,” replied Hef. “Hey, what’s that?”
He pointed at the wall. A solitary beam of light was shining through. The team quickly started pulling away rocks, and working at it. After about five minutes, they’d opened up a sizable hole onto the surface.
“Let’s take a look,” Suggested Beef, leading the way. The others followed, eager to get out of the mines for a few minutes, before trudging back through them to the rear vault entrance.
They were out in a forest, much like the one that surrounded the walls of the Vault’s settlement on the surface. They were on the other side of the mountain from the vault, now. Mutated birds chirped. In the distance, an old, ruined highway was visible. Closer, and more importantly, was a small shack. With nothing better to do for the moment, they decided to check it out.
Beef and Hef opened up the door, and stopped in amazement. There, in front of them, was a car that had apparently been stored here before the war, and hadn’t been touched since.
Beef let out a low whistle as he plucked a phamplet, yellow and stiff from age, from the windshield of the car and looked at it.
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And this was where our first session finished. They may have found a Highwayman, but it's gonna be a quest in itself to get the thing running.