[center][color=#DC143C][h1] Wen Yuanjun [/h1][/color][/center]

[center] As the fighting in the Hotel died down Wen came out from behind the counter and went to check the status of the downed Tarheel by the door, by this point he was thoroughly dead and was laying in a pool of his own blood. Wen gently pulled his eye lids down before walking over to the downed raiders and starting to scavenge anything of use from what little possessions they had as she rakes through the pockets of the raider she shot coming over the coffee table she groans prompting Wen to draw her knife and cut the wounded raiders throat, before wiping it off on the raiders clothes. 

Disappointed at the lack of anything worth looting from the corpses of the raiders infront of the counter she gets to her feet again and walks towards the front door of the Hotel looking for more corpses to loot, she makes the point of stepping on a dead raiders chest as she passes over them. 

As she exits out the front door she finds a number of downed raiders in the street and begins her process of looting them for any ammunition, supplies or anything that could be sold for a profit and manages to recover some broken electronics and low-grade weapons and knives that could be sold on later. She tucks them into her backpack and continues the job of making sure they're all dead, moving from body to body methodically cutting their throats while she whistles songs she heard on the radio, ignoring the stares and whispers of anyone passing around her.

By the end of it she's recovered a modest amount of Caps and yet again wipes her blade clean on a dead raider's clothes before standing upright and looking around and taking not of the brotherhood presence... And speaking to herself and no one in particular. [color=#DC143C][i]"These guys are the same as the ones down south right? Power Armored assholes?"[/i] [/color][/center]