[color=aba000][u][b]Steve cooper- Turrets, drugs and Paramilitary women  – Night time [/b][/u][/color]

Despite the reputation of mentats being the smart man’s aid and jet being processed shit addicts took the two drugs somewhat oddly worked remarkable well to together with the Jet focusing the user’s increased intelligence and perception from the mentat. 

Upon taking both drugs Steve was able to build a “standard” (for wasteland standards alteast) field “assault turret”, A motorized assault rifle jury rigged onto a handmade platform with support legs. Usually this would take several hours to build but drugged up Steve had managed it in three and then got an interesting idea... A chair turret  

Like its name suggest the “chair turret” was simply a wooden chair loosely attached to the turret but from an distance, when placed up on the wall it could very easily be mistaken for an machine gun placement but one that fired on its own, allowing the operator to fire their own gun and perhaps catching a few raiders off guard. . 

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It is done... but raiders? Should perform recon... Given the limited time parted the quarry faction should still assume my loyalty. 
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Packing up his tools Steve headed up stairs and found Edgar sitting at one of the lounge table drawing some sort of picture whilst Johnny was dealing to some caravan workers, seemlying wanting an extra “boost” on the road.  

“Edgar there is a turret and chair in the basement, would you kindly bring it upstairs for me?”

“O-Kay stevey”

As Edgar brought the turret up from the basement Steve went to his room, putting on his jacket, equipment belt/pounce and grabbing his rifle Steve also spent a few minutes combing his hair and putting on a pair of eyeglasses.... after all his eyes weren’t getting any younger. 

Finishing getting ready Steve head back downstairs to the lobby/entrance area where Edgar had carried the turret and chair. “Here let me take the chair, now would you kindly follow me? I plan on placing this turret out by the museum." 

With the sun now set it was rather dark and cold on the street of Salem especially with the lacking functioning street light and the town's location near the Atlantic ocean but in the distance roughly in the location of the old lighthouse there was odd dim green light, providing the town with some lighting.
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I wonder what that light could be. Could the atom children have fixed the lighthouse?[/i]

With the chair in hand and Edgar following him Steve walked though the lonely streets of Salem (although there was still some people at the diner) with the pair made their way up the hill towards the old  museum of witchcraft. When the wall is finished the turret (and perhaps others) would be placed on or perhaps behind on an elevated platform but for now simply placing it in a cover position... perhaps the museum’s car park would have do. 

As they approached the car Steve noticed that someone else was here, it was the paramilitary woman who had shot at Rook and seemlying had become friends with the twerp although apart from her name, Frieda she had refused to reveal any of her past to him.  she also seemed to be spending her time with the doctor. 

“Hello Possible paramilitary woman Frieda do not be alarmed it is me Steve and employee Edgar, we are just setting up this turret I built to help with raider attacks.” 

Oddly Edgar cheeks blushed at sight of Frieda and he stared at the woman, somewhat nervously for a few movements until Steve waved at him to drop the turret.   

Dropping the turret & Chair Steve began to positioning the turret behind one of the wrecked cars which would provide it some cover and then attached the chair “ideally this turret will be placed on the wall, once it has been finished of course." 

"The chair is to fool people into thinking it’s a machine gun position only for it to fire on them when they get close.....Although for now I guess it will give you a place to sit.” Steve chuckled on