[color=39b54a][b]Gorge the mutant[/b][/color] - Salem center of town - Morning

Red lasers streaked through the air striking and burning unprotected material and flesh. One mutant began to burn and scream while another was killed by a metal pole that was being held by another armored mutant. Gorge kept up his assault on the two mutants who were still alive, the ambush had confused both of them, one burning and striking the other out of panic.

The two mutants finally fell to the barrage of lasers and being struck by the other mutant. Gorge seemed to now be in a momentary standoff with the other armored creature, the barrels on his Gatling laser continued to spin. The barrels red-hot and ready to once again burn through anything in his path, slowly stopped as the mutant realized this one was doing the same stare down.

After a few more tense moments he lowered his weapon and looked off into the direction of where they came. There was still a bit of smoke rising from the vehicles that were destroyed earlier but no movement and no sounds. Looking back to the other mutant he stepped forward towards it, slowly until he was still a safe enough distance from him, speaking with his usual dry voice, “I assume you are another friendly mutant?” his question lingered for only a moment before suddenly remembering, “Harold.”

Gorge broke contact with the other mutant quickly moving over debris and other obstacles to where he left him. By the time he had reached the area where Harold was, the ghoul was gone and a trail of blood lead into town. He followed the trail but soon found himself moving slowly, there were quite a few hidden eyes watching, he could feel them looking over him while he removed the cloak from his armor continuing to carry it with him.

He had figured as much, the Brotherhood of steel wasn’t particularly in favor in this area. Most could still work out the faded insignia on the shoulder and chest pieces of his armor. He had been shot at and yelled at before just for wearing it by both citizens and other BOS members who would not believe him and claimed that he killed a knight captain and modified his armor.

The armor looked as if it had been through hell and back, scorch marks, scratches, dents from bullets, black smudges from laser and plasma fire, and half of it was covered in dirt and mud. He stopped in the middle of town and set his gun down, he didn’t believe he was technically invited yet. Harold was one thing, he was heavily injured. But Gorge, well, Gorge was heavily armored. He took his helmet off and set it onto his weapon looking around at the buildings and the state of the settlement. With the threat of the mutants gone he could get a good feel for this place and its people.