[color=007236][b]"Diamond City, [I]the green jewel[/I] of the Commonwealth. What a load of bullshit."[/b][/color] A raspy voice said, its tone practically dripping with pure distain. The sour words belonged to that of a Ghoul who's expression seemed just as displeased as his statement, though with a Ghoul it is hard to read any expression on what is left of their face. The zombie resembling fellow was just making his way pass the main gate of the former baseball field and he was already getting dirty looks and timid side glances. Some that were a bit more obvious were from a group of rather bratty looking children, they couldn't of been more than ten years old. They were pointing at the Ghoul and snickering to each other as they whispered what could be nothing else but stupid racial jokes about Ghouls they over heard from their parents. The Ghoul noticed this as he passed the group which in response he stopped, faced the group, grew a blood curdling sneer, and let out a low growl that was as smooth as ground up glass. The group's childish giggling stopped and was replaced with the sounds of their feet pounding against the ground as they ran away. [color=007236][b]"Damn smoothskin brats."[/b][/color] The Ghoul said with a shake of his head as he continued his stroll deeper into the city.

It wasn't too long ago that Ghouls were banned out right from entering Diamond City and would of been run off by an angry mob if not gunned down by the city guard altogether. Now here was not only a Ghoul strolling through the door, but a Glowing One no less, guess when people need their asses saved they will accept help from anyone. This and many other thoughts had crossed the glowing Ghoul's mind as he made his way into the market place of the city. His black eyes scanned over the faces that were scurrying about him before they settled on a group of people who were talking by the noodle stand. It was obvious by their gear that most of these guys were mercs and the guy in the center had to be the one recruiting, the guy the large Ghoul was looking for. Making his way through the crowd the Ghoul wasted no time to walk up to this Minuteman recruiter. [color=007236][b]"You this Colonel I'm suppose to find?"[/b][/color] The radioactive walking corpse said in his dry voice. The Ghoul clearly wanted to get down to business as fast as possible, Rampage didn't do patience too well.