[table][row][cell][color=red]Sarah Sinclair[/color][/cell][cell][color=red]"Words, have power."[/color][/cell][/row][row][cell][sup][color=#2E2C2C]_______________________________________________[/color][/sup] [img]https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTM9OtqVe_Rc56IpAWrtZo_k-KejGSn2vMsWg&usqp=CAU[/img][/cell][cell]

Sarah looked around at the dishevelled and broken NCR troopers, the siege had clearly taken it's toll on the garrison. A few extra hands here and there had volunteered their services, the two ghouls Jeremy and Sam, two rangers named Jack and Red and of course the woman's initial quarry, Albert and Raven. She'd made herself comfortable in one of the now ruined watchtowers of Foxtrot, her cat like eyes scanning the horizon with a cold comportment. Virgil moved from station to station down below, the various troopers, rangers and traders having seemingly accepted that the Eyebot itself held some form of position of authority over them due to the recent coalition of Brotherhood and NCR forces. The Alaskan native continued to keep a watchful eye on the skyline, until the realisation would finally dawn upon her as the black of night began to creep across the horizon. [i][color=red]That bird isn't coming back.[/color][/i] 

At some point, another helping hand, calling himself The Handyman had ventured into the compound at the head of an NCR convoy. He seemed capable enough. Whether he had noticed Sarah up in her nested position in the ruins of the annihilated watchtower or not, she hadn't noticed. Nor, did she particularly care. She'd trusted that Virgil had made the necessary agreements and compromises in her absence, given how the robot had been programmed. She'd initially requested their rendezvous to have been much sooner, but with the chaos of the arrival of more friendly forces to the area, and the Handyman's chores taking up additional time, which she was not even sure their party had, the time of departure had been pushed back until nightfall. 

Before the sun had even finished setting, Sarah had clambered down from her perch and made her way to the rally point. She remembered anxiously spinning her Colt Navy upon her left hand's index finger in various directions, although it was unclear to onlookers whether this was through boredom or an inherent desire to show off as they trickled in. She wasn't too sure either. It had been far too long since she'd even seen a single person this close, and not through the glass of a rifle scope. Let alone interacted with this many at any given time. Had it not been for her stay at The Citadel and The Prydwen, Sarah would have wagered she might have never been in the presence of this many people in her entire life. 

After a brief wait, the newly formed task force had all rallied to her position. With an acknowledging nod, and not much protest from the others; the group set off into the night. Whether or not Virgil had briefed the group on their next assignment, Sarah did not care. If the brunette was perfectly honest, she'd have much rather be doing this on her lonesome. But command had deemed the formation of this group a necessity, and she'd not been one to question orders. [i][color=red]Not since that day, at least.[/color][/i]

After a few days of silent navigation, which could have been made quicker were it not for the seeming inexperience of some members of the party, the worst of the culprits being Jack and Albert, who couldn't seem to keep their mouths shut. The party split into two groups, which Virgil had designated as Alpha and Omega respectively. Raven, at his own volunteering, had left the party with a small communicator array and the two Rangers and handful of NCR troopers to establish a forward operating base for the Task Force within the ruins of Vault 11. It had been rumoured to have sat unoccupied for many years, and Sarah had wanted that factoid confirmed. Such a position would be vital in taking the fight to The Regime, as would reconnecting with The Brotherhood Mojave chapter, though that would have to wait. She could entrust no-one present with the bunker's location, certainly not Albert...something had seemed off with the man. Even with his lengthy dossier, Sarah was not sure what the brass saw in him. He was an arrogant, decrepit old man with a penchant for violence. What possible use could he have, even with his connections in Freeside?

Sarah knocked the thoughts loose from her head as the group came past an outcropping of rocks in the eastern Mojave, where sure enough; a ravenous horde of ghouls lumbered onwards.

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