[color=6ecff6]Chapter 8[/color] Forests of Cordova 6:53 AM Earlier that day. Alma Duran had worked through late in the night splicing wires and soldering metal. The rooftop antenna that connected to her field radio gave her a spotty connection at best. But the Rangers appeared happy enough with her work given the limited materials she had to work with. The burned tips of her fingers turned the knobs and she kept adjusting till she found a signal. “Thi.. Mag.. ..dio Here wi.h the ne.s. Re.orts.” One of the Rangers spoke up interrupting everyone attempting to listen to the broadcast. “Anything you can do Duran? We can barely make out that garbled message.” He said with a slight irritation in his voice. Duran nodded and pulled Harper closer. “You’re going to need to hop on the roof and turn the dish, it should be mounted on a pivot. Turn it slowly and listen to my directions.” Ranger Samuels looked to the man.”Be careful up there soldier. Take Private Ira Kane with you.” “Of course Sir!” Harper responded with haste. As they went outside and climbed up on the roof. As Harper scrambled up on to the roof, Duran began shouting orders.”Start by turning it clockwise..” Duran and the others listened to the broadcast as it’s reception worsened. “STOP!! Turn it counter clockwise!” The signal jumped about until it stabilized. “STOP!! STOP!! Don’t touch it any further! We got the signal! I repeat, we have the signal!” Ranger Veilmont stood by the window peering outside as Kane helped Harper off the roof, whilst the radio broadcasted clearly. A gust of wind blew through the trees on an otherwise clear summers’ day. “That’s all for the news, see you all in an hour, till then here’s some music, What a Wonderful World. By Louis Armstrong…” Ranger Felicia Buck walked back inside after scouting the nearby area, taking off her helmet she joined the group. “Wow, we got music now. Good job Duran. Anything of note Veilmont?” She said as her boots trailed in dirt. Disappointed Veilmont spoke. “Not a thing Buck. We missed the show.” Buck sat down on the floor next to them. “I say we stick around for a few more hours, give Keller a bit of rest eat and then move out. Using the directions you gave me I scouted on ahead, didn’t get close enough to the Village, everything looks clear at least. No Raiders, no Beasts. It’ll likely take a most of the day before we reach the location.” Ranger Veilmont nodded in approval. “Sounds good, Duran get some rest.” Duran stepped away shoulders slumping in exhaustion, towards the bed rolls laid out the previous night. The sun shining on her back while the others sat around and discussed their plans. -- Current Time 8:23 PM - Cordova Time -- Heavy boot steps from the NCR Troopers stomped over dirt and grass while Ranger Buck whacked away branches with a machete. Until they reached the outskirts of the Village, all wooden buildings and ramshackle shacks. Nets and Tools laid about with the smell of manure and fish lofting in the air. The one thing that stood out among all of that, was not a soul in sight. No Villagers, or Fishermen. The Rangers took positions and sprinted towards cover, the back walls of houses and some log piles provided plenty of cover. “Samuels. This isn’t right, could be an ambush.” Buck whispered from behind a shed. Samuels scanned the area and cocked his head to look at Buck. “May be, May be. Keller, hang back. Veilmont see that wheelbarrow in the street? Try and reach it, tells us what you see.” Veilmont nodded and rushed the wheelbarrow. Pushing himself against it. With a better view of the Village he could see that something had been dragged through the dirt roads, shoes and weapons littered the road. “Something attacked. Bullet casings and articles of clothing lay in the street, hold on.. You hear that Samuels?” “I don’t hear a thing, what does it sound like?” “If I had to guess, buzzing.” Veilmont took a second to listen longer. “And it’s getting closer.”