The Wasted West

Zeek's Three (Plus Two)

A letter from Hera Sumi to her mentor, Hal Morgan

It was fortunate for us that Bo and Rosa woke up from where they were passed out in the back of the truck while Zeek, Phee, and I were discussing our strategy for taking the mutants camped outside the vault. Between Zeek’s long-distance shooting and Bo creating a racket in the woods (“HELLOOOO”), the attentions of the mutants were quickly divided and about half the camp cleared out in one direction or another, just as planned. Rosa lumbered in to help Bo (a heavy cyborg like Rosa attempting to run will never fail to strike fear into the hearts of enemies or bring a smile to my face; I’d never say it in front of her, but it’s hilarious to watch her try), and I ran in to clear a path through the remaining mutants for Phee to get to the truck that the mutants had been loading with the advanced military supplies.

Everyone played their part, and did their job well. Zeek has a dedication I haven’t seen in many to stick through mortal danger to complete his task of slowing down the driver of the truck just long enough that Phee was able to construct a pair of rocket boots on the fly and catch up to it to take control. I know I’ve said it before, but it’s crazy what she can do with a few bits of junk. Rosa crushed a massive trog with my aid and Bo…I could just see Bo beyond the trog and campfire as he leapt up the stairs (with loud and slightly drunken kung fu cries) to intercept and utterly decapitate the doomsayer who appeared from within the vault. Even with a few minor setbacks, the plan worked like clockwork. It’s so nice working with a team again.


Xphile Shaldis

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