[center][color=00aeef][b]Brandy Brooks – Rook’s Wall[/b][/color][/center]


“Rook has shack where Mirelurk King used to live. Rook killed Mirelurk so it was no threat to town. Took shack to make it better. Rook can swim when it gets hot, keep fans for people in big buildings. Generator for making opening and closing of gate easier. Rook wants to make town safe before Rook gets comfortable himself. Rook wants to see town grow, town prosper.” He nodded once as he looked to the diner. “We should get food before man closes doors for night.”

“Good idea, but you need to make sure that you have what you need too,” Brandy smiled, she looked down at her sweaty t-shirt, “Would you mind if I ran home and changed?” She lifted and smelled under her arm, “I’m kinda stinky from sweating all day on our way back. I will be quick, I promise, and I’ll meet you close to the diner.” She took a deep breath, the long day had worn on her, and she knew there would certainly be less understanding folks in town, “I will protect you, I won’t let anybody try to hurt you.” She stood on her toes and held up her hand to whisper, “I have a .22 pistol to scare them if we need too.”

Brandy grabbed her knapsack and jogged back into town, further drenching her t-shirt in sweat, running past the diner and into her house at the end of town. She dropped her tools in the foyer and scurried upstairs. [i]”Gotta be quick so Rook doesn’t have to wait,”[/i] she told herself. She quickly took a cool shower and pulled on a yellow sundress. She ran a brush through her hair really quick and let her hair remain down, but made sure to slide a hair tie on her wrist so she could pull it up later and dropped a brush into her small purse.  “Where are those?” she whipped around and shot downstairs to the living room, “There you nasty things are,” she scooped up two cartons of cigarettes she had found while cleaning her house. She hoped that Ace would trade her dinner for the cartons; she had spent all of her caps on supplies upon leaving The Sanctuary. She took her pistol from her knapsack of tools and put the beat up gun into her purse and made for the door, locking it behind her. 

[i]I need to oil the turret when I get home[/i]. Brandy hustled down the beaten street in her canvas tennis shoes to wait for Rook, she popped into the diner real quick, "Ace, Rook is coming for dinner, do you have enough food for him? I just wanted to let you know, I'm going to go and wait for him to get here. [i][b]OH[/b][/i], and I have a .22 pistol and aren't afraid to use it if anybody tries to hurt him. You need to look into his eyes, then you will see he really is friendly."