[color=aba000][u][b]Steve cooper- night-time recon [/b][/u][/color]

Making his way up the small hill Steve kneed and perform reconnaissance on the child of atom. The camp which was built inside either a crater or perhaps cove seemed to be mostly built from a crashed airline plane although it was difficult to tell if they had brought the pieces or that plane had crashed here. 

[i]They would be the sort of people to do it. [/i]

Looking around the camp it was difficult to get fix on numbers, as most members were asleep inside the huts but looking at the guards it would seem they where decently well armed with “gamma” pistol and submachine’s guns but apart from one guy seemed to lack any notable armour. 

Weak defences’ but strong weaponry... need to high the them quick and fast or become zombie. 

Steve yawned; he was getting tired now “okay Edgar that enough recon for now... let’s call it a night...” 
Heading back to the pleasure den Steve collapsed onto his bed. Usually it would take him awhile to nod off but with his body exhausted from the met/jet combo he quickly drifted off to sleep.... 

[color=aba000][u][b]Morning- vetibird alarm clock [/b][/u][/color]

After several hours of peaceful sleep Steve was rudely awoken in the mid-early hours of the morning by the loud sound of rotary blades cutting through the air, the sound of a VB-02 Vertical Take Off and Landing (VTOL) aircraft otherwise known as vetibird. 

[i]Which groups of cunts is it this time?[/i]
 
As the name suggested the vetibird was a cool piece of per-war tech which could land and take off on the spot and not require a runway (good luck getting one of those that fixed) but like most high-tech per-war stuff it was hoarded by groups like the brotherhood or gunners who often used it to lord over others and have an massive tactical advantage during battle. 

Having not gotten undressed last night Steve simply picked up his gun belt and went outside to see which group of assholes had dropped into town, presumably wanting to claim the town for  whatever foolish cause their group had. 

Walking outside it appeared the vetibird... brotherhood judging by the logo was dropping a fusion generator of all things onto the roof of the apartment block behind the church. 

[i]
surprised no-one shot that down[/i]

Noticing Barney a short distance down the street Steve walked up to the town unofficial mayor “Barney do you know what’s going on? Why’s that vetibird dropping of the fusion generator.” 

“Ace said he was making a deal with the Brotherhood for one.” Barney replied as some scribes grappled down from the vetibird onto the roof.

“Ace made a deal with the fucking ex-boy scouts? Do you know what he traded for it?”

“No, he just told me he was arranging a deal, hell I didn’t even know they where bring it here today or that they’d fly it in.” Barney replied “but if it was something big I’m sure he would have told me.” 

“Time to find out.” 

Leaving Barney Steve entered the apartment block and made his way up the roof. The vetibird had left now and the brotherhood scribes where installing the generator whilst chatting to ace who was standing nearby.    

“Acey” Steve said knowing full well the Scribes could hear what he said to ace. “What sorta of deal did you make for this generator? I don’t want be owning these ex-boys scout wankers any "favours" or paying them a monthly fucking fee.”