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SECONDARY QUEST- A Light in the Darkness

Boss let out a laugh “Don't let her hear ya say that, her heads Big enough already. But yeah, I'm all ready to head out.” Letting go of Asshead who he'd still been leaning on to for support Boss could feel the plethora of drugs he had takein begin to fully take effect, a slightly numb and spacey feeling somewhat clouding his mind causeing him to reflixivley stare at his recently injured arm, his eyes stuck in momentary fascination as he watched the delicate muscles in his hand work in proper order.

Despite all the meds his arm still stung quite a bit; even worse in his mind was the realization that he now had to add yet another patch to his worn out duster. Atleast he still had an arm though.

He snapped back to attention when Carson spoke up, the man he had only known for a short while surveying the lighthouse with what looked like a rather nice pair of binoculars. Looking at the remains of what was locally known as the Southern Star strewn across the rocky shores of the small island-it was quite the sight Boss thought, the massive damage done to the ship speaking volumes to how committed the Order had been to sinking this ship. To bad the raiders seemed to have a decent Captain;someone who had been skilled enough to steer the failing ship to land before completely losing control. 

Carson lit a cigar, smoking thoughtfully for a moment as Boss continued to survey the scene. "So we go through the ship, kill anything that looks at us the wrong way, get to the lighthouse, turn on the light, and rescue Hartmann.  Simple, right?" 

Boss scoffed, quickly adding as Carson handed the binos to him. “Yeah, those simple plans [i]always[/i] go smooth.”

"Have a look-see, tell me if I missed anything. Remember that the Marauder captain has a price on his head too, we might wanna collect his scalp if we meet him."

Carson finished as Boss took the offered pair of Binoculars, the little hand held device allowing him to see the number of men Carson spoke of much more clearly. Most mulled about or fucked with their weapons, often smoking and just looking for something to do in general. Of course they were also keeping a watchful if somewhat unatentive eye out for any intruders; no doubt their day would be ruined if they missed the chance to shoot some innocent bastard in the head. 

Looking for anything that stood out or was worth taking note of Boss was somewhat surprised to find that nothing seemed to catch his eye; although he did notice that there was ample cover from the various wreckage and cargo strewn about the shore. Atleast that was something.

“Nothin stands out, just abuncha degenerate fucks. Nobodies walkin around like they are in chare iether-big guy is probably held up inside the actual lighthouse.” He tossed the binoculars back to Carson. “Leme just tell Cat to keep the motor runnin and grab some slugs, you see somethin on deck you wana bring to the party be my guest. Keep the items value under 100 caps though, can't forget I got a bottom line to take look after.” Without waiting for a response Boss turned to go and talk to Cat while simultaneously lighting up a cigarette. He returned moments later cradling his shotgun like a baby. 

“Lets go get your buddy.” He pumped his shotgun, the familiar cha-chunk sounding in the air as a fresh shell found its way into the chamber. “And earn some caps while were at it.” 

About to fall in line with Carson Boss quickly turned, as if suddenly remember something important. "Oh and you!" He barked at AssHead who had been following him like a dog. "You stay here and watch the ship with Cat, shoot any unwelcome guests. Ok?" 

Asshead let out an affirmitive but somewhat sad sounding gurgle of a noise.