Abram had been tracking the strange group of soldiers for quite a while now. He knew enough from his 213 years as a ghoul to recognize the star-encircled 'E' as the symbol of the Enclave, remnants of the Pre-War US government and military, though they hardly acted anything like their predecessors. As he watched them from a distance through his rifle's scope, carefully adjusting the zoom occasionally, he noted that they seemed to be searching for something. Shifting position to both move closer and provide better cover in the foliage, Abram watched in shock and awe as the base arose from the ground. "Well, that can't be good." He mumbled to himself. He noted another group of the soldiers trekking off into the forest, while the others entered the base. Taking great care to avoid being spotted by the main force, he began to track the smaller group, noting the bleeding man lying the ground, who looked much like the area's local raider population. "Odd for the raiders to be operating this far out during the winter." Abram spoke to himself as he peered through the rifle scope yet again. [i]Probably an ambush, best to wait until the shooting starts before making my move.[/i] he thought, rushing to stack snow and foliage around him as a means of cover. With that done, he took to the scope one last time, watching and waiting for the perfect opportunity to make itself clear. Keeping the rifle propped up on a log, one hand on the grip, He thumbed the small cross around his neck, praying for safety, and for his shots to fly true.