Scrib's Lab
The lab is a state of the art facility built off the remains of the crashed vessel. It houses some of the most advanced technology in all of Denver. Scribes are allways hard at work in this lab, and it is never with out at least three scribs working hard on projects.
Wolf entered the lab, and looked around. He knew he was looking for Freya. Her father wanted him to take her out on a simple patrol. Teach her how to be a brotherhood soldier so she could see what life was like out side the Citidale. "Freya!" He called out not knowing exatly what the girl looked like.
A young girl with fiery red hair pulled back into a bun looked up from a suit of power armor that she had in pieces on a table in front of her. She looked to be about nineteen, "Yep?" She called back, ignoring the looks from the scribes in the room.
"Wolf... Please do not yell in my lab..." The head scribe a woman with piecing green eyes and red hair looked up at the tall man with no fear, and a look that said try to disobey me again.
"Head scribe Raynre. I would never disrespect your wishes."
Wolf moved back to the woman who responded and smiled. He was wearing full combat gear and had a rifle slung but cleared. "Freya. You are a hard woman to find." He tapped the ax head on his hip, and smiled revealing sharp pointed canines.
The girl flashed a smile, "Am I now?"
Freya asked, leaning her hip against the workbench, "Who's lookin' and how come?" She asked, noting the combat gear and...fangs?
"I'm Cain, or most here know me by Wolf. I'm here because I hear you want to get out of this Citadale, and go see the free city... Unless you would rather stay elbow deep on a busted power armor suit. In witch case I can just get going, and handel this assignment on my own." She was pretty. Her skin didn't have a single sign of rad exposure. Maybe she shouldn't be taken out, but that was not up to him. The head Palidin had order it.
As Wolf, talked, Freya's face lit up. Finally! A chance to get out! "The armor won't get any more broke without me." She said with a grin, "I just need some gear." At least she assumed she did, everybody who left at least had a rifle or something, all she had was her revolver.
Cane smiled. "Good!" He begane to walk for the door, "first stop. The
Brotherhood Armory. Then off to the command post!" Cane waved at the head scribe.
"Take care of her Cane... I'll never forget if you don't." The head scribe seemed a bit age tatted by Freya's leaving.
Cane responded. "She can't be any safer than with me." Then was out the door.
"I'll be fine, mother!" Freya ran over to give the head scribe a hasty hug before following Cane.
Stumble!