If I'm me, and you're you.... THEN WHO WAS PHONE? [p]
Nov 28, 2015 18:36:19 GMT -5
Post by astaroth on Nov 28, 2015 18:36:19 GMT -5
The overwhelming sound and mess of Novus was far behind, faded into nothing and long out of Astaroth's mind for the moment. He'd tried to block out as much of the trouble as he could during the rumbling train ride to the tundra, to the radioactive winter salvage zone where some poor idiot had gone to hide in. Assignments like this were the messiest, were the worst - he hated them but it was... he knew he didn't have a choice. Bernat could get him what he needed, could keep his family safe and if his family could be safe then this is the work he would do.
When the train finally whirred to a stop, Roth paused to make sure the map information for the area was properly downloaded so he could be alerted when he entered the highly radioactive areas. Unable to really use maps, he'd just have to rely on his chip to know exactly where he was- but at least he'd be at an advantage once they were out in the tundra. All that white would be a strain on the eyes, but he didn't need to see to get around. Flipping down a set of blacked out goggles, he left the hood and visor of his suit down and stepped outside. If it got dangerous, then he'd put it on but for now he'd be better off without.
It had been only a few hours that had gone by, the blank tundra mostly quiet, before Astaroth found any trace of a runaway. Fresh tracks and marks from sliding down the hill, about the size of a person, had lead into a deep valley full of stoney peaks and the twisted bones of trees. It seemed like a good enough lead, though. Bracing himself for the slide, he descended into it, powdery snow and ice shooting up into the air around him. Astaroth landed with a bit of a stumble and then braced himself, brushing the snow off of him. Two sharp, high pitched whistles passed his lips, too shrill for most to hear but it gave him a clear view of the area around him.
Lots of places to hide, lots of places to build shelter and wait. And - if he wasn't mistaken, some movement that might be a person. Maybe he was onto something but he knew he had to stay cautious - it could be the man he was looking for, or it could be a bear.
When the train finally whirred to a stop, Roth paused to make sure the map information for the area was properly downloaded so he could be alerted when he entered the highly radioactive areas. Unable to really use maps, he'd just have to rely on his chip to know exactly where he was- but at least he'd be at an advantage once they were out in the tundra. All that white would be a strain on the eyes, but he didn't need to see to get around. Flipping down a set of blacked out goggles, he left the hood and visor of his suit down and stepped outside. If it got dangerous, then he'd put it on but for now he'd be better off without.
It had been only a few hours that had gone by, the blank tundra mostly quiet, before Astaroth found any trace of a runaway. Fresh tracks and marks from sliding down the hill, about the size of a person, had lead into a deep valley full of stoney peaks and the twisted bones of trees. It seemed like a good enough lead, though. Bracing himself for the slide, he descended into it, powdery snow and ice shooting up into the air around him. Astaroth landed with a bit of a stumble and then braced himself, brushing the snow off of him. Two sharp, high pitched whistles passed his lips, too shrill for most to hear but it gave him a clear view of the area around him.
Lots of places to hide, lots of places to build shelter and wait. And - if he wasn't mistaken, some movement that might be a person. Maybe he was onto something but he knew he had to stay cautious - it could be the man he was looking for, or it could be a bear.
