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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 27, 2012 15:57:07 GMT -5
An old grocery store a few miles from Last Resort.
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 29, 2012 2:05:45 GMT -5
The trio of Martin, Davis, and Richardson arrive, a few hundred yards from the old store.
Davis surveys the area with a pair of binoculars,
"Don't see anything on the outside so far... and don't look occupied through the windows." He said, turning back to the others.
"Could be just another routine mission."
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Post by Martin Scott on Jun 29, 2012 2:08:16 GMT -5
"Yeah, doesn't hurt to be careful though."
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 29, 2012 2:33:49 GMT -5
"Of course." He replies.
"Let's get this done you two, I feel like I'm gonna get melanoma from this sun." Richardson said, holding up his hand to shield his eyes from the sun.
The sun was indeed rather bright.
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Post by Martin Scott on Jun 29, 2012 2:38:35 GMT -5
Martin walks over to one of the doors and feels it. He also scans the area for any unknown plants. (PER, SUR)
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 29, 2012 2:42:43 GMT -5
The door is ancient and made of metal, and is hot to the touch from the sun.
The sun is harsh on Martin's eyes, so he can't really see much in detail.
They are in an urban area, with broken houses and apartments all around.
He sees something glimmer in an apartment window to the left, and guesses it to be some broken glass.
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Post by Martin Scott on Jun 29, 2012 2:59:01 GMT -5
Martin tries to open the door in order to escape inside.
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 29, 2012 3:11:56 GMT -5
The door opens easily enough.
The other two see Martin scrambling to enter.
"Whoa! What's the hurry man?" Asks Davis.
"The place is abandoned! Calm it down."
"Yeah," Richardson says,
"Why so jumpy?"
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Post by Martin Scott on Jun 29, 2012 3:23:27 GMT -5
"The sun hurts my eyes." Martin replies. "I am not used to this heat and overexposure might be dangerous."
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 29, 2012 3:31:29 GMT -5
They look at each other for a sec, and Davis shrugs.
"You're the doctor, guess you'd know about that stuff."
The three men head inside. It's quite spacious, with at least 10 aisles, as well as a pharmacy.
"Alright, we're here for booze and food, but if you got room, feel free to take a little something for yourself." Richardson says, and they split up.
Richardson starts on 10 and Davis starts on 1, and they zigzag inward from there.
Martin is left to his own devices.
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Post by Martin Scott on Jun 29, 2012 3:40:33 GMT -5
Martin instantly heads towards the pharmacy. He checks for anything useful and lets ABE to check the stuff for possible uses in chemistry.
(Test SCI)
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 29, 2012 3:44:44 GMT -5
"SCANNING: Expired....Expired.....Expired....Expire- HEY! Wanna make Crystal Meth? Oh, hold on...
there's no way for you to get the other stuff....sorry for getting your hopes up.....Not much in the way of mixable chemicals.. There ARE some just straight Chems though. So, not a total loss."
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Post by Martin Scott on Jun 29, 2012 3:46:22 GMT -5
"Great" Martin loots the chems and moves on to the rest of the store. He starts at aisle 10.
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 29, 2012 3:53:08 GMT -5
Martin Acquires:
5 Stimpacks
2 Steady
1 Med-Ex
2 Fixer
In aisle 10, it's primarily alcohol.
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Post by Martin Scott on Jun 29, 2012 4:00:34 GMT -5
Uninterested Martin looks over the aisles trying to get a good overview of what they contain. (PER)
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