Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-24416658-20150721064545/@comment-24416658-20160522061000

(Been more than 5 days. Skipping Synch)

"Hey, so are you guys okay in-HOLY SHIT!" These were Ironside's words, as he walked into the armory behind the others. "These must be worth thousands, no, millions of caps!" As he wandered about the room, passing by the others, he suddenly stopped.

"Hey guys?" he called out, "Did you...did you see this?" Ironsides was looking at what appeared to be three skeletons. Two of them were together, hugging. The last one was off to the side, arm outstretched, a 9mm pistol in its hand. There was a note in the hand of one of the hugging skeletons. Ironsides picked it up.

"To anyone who reads this," he read aloud, "My name is General Kazansky. I, along with my secretary and one of my men, have been trapped underground. We heard the bombs fall, we know there's no escape. The armory shut tight, and there is no exit. I'll run out of air. My secretary and my soldier have died now. He shot her, and blew his own brains out. I refuse to do so. I need to finish writing this. If anyone somehow finds this in the future, then by God, let it be known that they can have whatever is still down here. God Bless the United States of America." Ironsides looked at the note for about a minute longer, then sighed.

"Damn."

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An hour later, the new cart was finished. The dog, barking happily, had hopped up on the truck bed, wagging its tail happily. Ruby rolled around it, soldering together some more bits.

"Well, holy hot damn!"

Alexander and Penelope, along with the wagon and two brahmin, came walking up. Penelope looked suspiciously at Ironsides, Ruby, and the dog.

"New friends, huh?" she asked, "And a new cart. Interesting."

"You'd been gone for so long," Alexander said, "We thought the worst. So we came looking. You guys ready to go?"