George
made it safely back to the ground level where the transport was
parked. And he still had all his fingers, toes and head attached!
Well, that was a relief.
Lukas
the caretaker with the head as shiny as the full moon was there to
welcome George and the Vixens back. He noted all the loot that they
carried, especially the freezer and the two cabinets. "Did you
have a good time?"
"Kind
of boring actually," Mabel commented with a yawn, with quite a
bit of exaggeration - necessary, since she still had her mask on.
Iona
placed her cabinet and plant on the ground and skipped next to the
bald man. "Can I keep you?" she asked.
"No,
you can't," Lukas said back.
And it
appeared that the moon had water on it.
"Aw,
but you're cute," Iona said.
Was that
the fur-cloaked Vixen's idea of flirting?
"No,
you most definitely cannot have me," Lukas said firmly.
Iona
took a step closer. "But I want you!" She raised her paws
and bent her knees slightly in preparation to pounce.
"I
think you'd better run," Mabel advised Lukas.
And that
led to another merry little chase around the ground level.
George
helped Tricia stash the cabinets and the freezer into the back of the
transport. In the meantime, Mabel picked through the equipment they
had brought with them.
"Squirt,
I need you to double-check my armor," Tricia told him once
everything was packed.
"Just
being prepared, right?" George asked as he examined the Vixen's
power armor for damage, "In case anything happens on the way
home?"
"More
than likely," Tricia said, "You didn't think that gang we
chased away earlier will forget everything, did you?"
Iona had
gotten bored of her little game by then. She went into the transport
and placed her plant and stuffed goat onto one of the seats. She even
buckled the seat belt on them.
"They'll
be back?" George asked.
"They're
likely waiting outside just now," Tricia replied, "with
reinforcements."
George
stopped his inspection. He glanced at the closed windows on the
mezzanine level.
Iona
stepped out of the transport. She too looked up at the window. The
cloaked girl ran to the stairs and jumped onto them. After bounding
over several steps up, she leaped for the edge of the mezzanine and
flipped onto the platform. Using the controls beside one of the
windows above the main doors, she opened the shutters a crack and
peeked outside.
"They're
waiting outside," Iona called down, "Shall I go out for a
look?"
"Not
yet," Tricia called back.
"Looks
like a lot of them," Iona said. She leaped over the platform
railing and landed smoothly on the ground level.
"Can
we handle them all?" George asked Tricia with concern. The gang
that attacked earlier was a pretty large group to him. And he had the
impression that what awaited outside was even larger.
Mabel
gave his back a clap. "Sure we can! We're in a fortified
position!" She carried a pair of guns and a couple of boxes of
ammunition up to the mezzanine level.
"We
don't have to finish all of them," Tricia added, "All we
need to do is show enough force for them to scatter. Then when the
path is clear, we go home."
Once
Tricia's armor was checked, there was still work for George. Tricia
had him uninstall the heavy machinegun from the transport's turret.
They were going to mount the gun at one of the windows. Or rather,
George was going to. It was difficult to perform delicate tasks in
power armor after all.
"You
don't mind us using your tower to fight some wasters?" Tricia
asked Lukas as she and George passed him on their way up.
"Not
at all," the bald man replied, "It's bonus material for the
show."
Mabel,
who was on the way down, heard him. "Wait. You're going to need
cameras outside if you're going to record anything."
"We
have those," Lukas admitted proudly.
Mabel
and Tricia glanced at each other. Then the smaller Vixen jumped on
the bald caretaker. "Where's the monitors?" Mabel demanded
as she gripped his shoulders, "Gimme access!"
"Free
show!" Iona exclaimed as she joined Mabel.
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