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There were four transponders near where Lilly had told me about the prison camps. And one transponder was only four miles from the compound. I flipped the radio on and tuned it to the proper frequency, and went through the compound to find someone to man the radio. I found Adam first, and told him to keep and ear on the radio. I went to the armory and started laying out my gear. I grabbed two rifles, threw on an ammo vest, and stuffed a backpack with enough gear to last a couple days. I stuffed a radio in my vest and grabbed an earpiece. I verified that my radio was transmitting with Adam before heading out. I told him to find Jesse and Amber after I left and tell them that they were to run things until I got back. I made it out of the bunker without running into anyone else. I secured the latch and set my gear down. The rain was hard and steady, so I disassembled the second rifle and put it in my bag. I put on one of the ponchos and covered my backpack with the second before heading out into the nasty weather. I headed west towards the location of the beacon.
I slowly walked up and down the wooded hills and across the muddy fields. When I got near the area where the beacon was I radioed in. After a bit of chatter, Adam cross referenced the tracking page to some satellite images and narrowed my search down to two buildings. I located the buildings and quickly made a sweep, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Finding nothing obvious, I began to clear the first structure. The building was empty, but I was able to find a few useful items inside. There were a few guns and some ammo, so I packed up the ammo and hid the guns inside a cabinet. Knocking down the shelves and scattering the pans as if the cabinet had already been raided. I made my way to the next building and quietly made my way inside. There were two stories to the house, so I quietly cleared the first level and moved up to the second. There were two bedrooms and a bathroom, I found Hermia in the asleep in the tub. I took her sidearm away, and stepped back before saying her name. She was startled awake at the sudden noise, she reached for where her sidearm had been. When she recognized my voice, she calmed down and put her hand to her chest. "You do that again, and I will fucking murder you." She said as she lifted her small frame out of the tub. As I handed her revolver back to her, I noticed that her t-shirt was beginning to rip in a few places. I handed her a new shirt, and she pulled hers over her head and threw it on the floor. She was wearing a bright pink bra with rhinestones all over. Through the mesh of the bra I could just make out the edges of her dark areola as she stepped out of the small room, and into better lighting. I threw her a poncho, and took her rifle from my bag and assembled it. "I do not want to out in this crap, there is no need for it." she pleaded and pouted. "We're going three miles north, to check something out and then heading home. Period end of discussion." I said, handing Hermia her rifle and making my way down the stairs. She hurriedly grabbed her things and followed suit.
The rain was falling even harder now, only a fool would be out in this weather. Thunder cracked overhead, and the rain stung at my hands. We tried to stay between trees, and let them take the worst of the beating. The wet clay was making the the edge of the fields difficult, so we moved further into the trees. It took almost two hours to walk the three miles that we needed to go. When we got within 200 yards of the complex; I swapped rifles with Hermia and told her that she was on overwatch. There were no patrols, everyone must be huddled inside the buildings. The storm was getting worse, as more thunder cracked overhead. Hermia found herself a good hide, underneath a pine tree were things were relatively dry. I made my way to a side door that someone had left propped open, and after making sure that the coast was clear I creeped inside. Someone had laid their wet gear just inside the door. I could hear someone shivering up ahead, so I made my way into the shadows and followed he sounds. I saw one young asian male in soaked clothes, shivering in the doorway. Occasionally he would lean out and look to his left and right down the hallway. When he leaned back into the doorway, I wrapped my arm around his neck. He struggled for several seconds before his body went limp. I continued to put pressure on his neck, until I was sure that he wouldn't get back up. I began dragging the body into the shadows when I heard footsteps in the hallway. I froze, just as a man popped his head through the threshold and said something in chinese. He man chuckled, then shook his head before continuing down the hallway. I hid the body underneath some pallets and trash in the corner before deciding to lay some traps and leave. I grabbed my backpack, and looked to see what I had. I pulled out a pound of blackpowder, two pounds of salt peter, and some paracord. I found three grenades on the gear by the door. I found several cans of diesel in the adjacent room. At the end of the hallway was steel garbage can. I set everything up as close to the center of the building as I safely could. I suspended a grenade over the barrel and tied the trip wire to the pull pin and ran it to the entrance. I set all of my gear, and the gear I found outside the door. The rain had stopped, and a layer of fog was beginning to settle as the air cooled. I pulled the body from it's hiding place and open the entrance door wide, before laying the body out in plain view in the doorway. I made some noise, and high-tailed it out of there. As I neared Hermia's hide, a shot rang out. I instinctively dove for cover just before the building exploded. Debris was falling all around, the explosion was much bigger than I had anticipated. I couldn't hear, my vision was blurred, and there was a sharp pain in my shoulder.
I rolled over onto my back, and caught my breath. Hermia ran to me and helped me sit up. The building was in shambles, sections of the walls were blown out, and what remained of the roof was on fire. I touched my shoulder and felt a warm moist spot. "Fucking A, dude" Hermia yelled, both of our ears ringing. She lifted up my poncho, and put gauze on both sides of the wound. And put some butterflies on a gash on the back of my head. We slowly made our way southeast towards home, stopping often to change my bandages. My ears stopped ringing after an hour. Despite not being able to see ten feet in front of us and my wounds slowing us down, we made good time. We stopped forum food and water when we reached the creek. We would be able to follow it almost the entire way. As we started walking again, I couldn't help but watch Hermia's ass sway from side to side. It was well after dark before we reached the safety of the bunker. Hermia stayed very close the last mile or two, I could smell her perfume wafting from her neck. Taking the ladder down, was agonizing. I tried not to use my left arm, but I had too much gear and was forced to use it to keep close to the ladder. I braced myself before entering the blast door. I had tued my radio off earlier in the afternoon, so I'm sure that everyone was concerned. I started getting light headed, I was overexerting myself, and I was still losing blood. I forced the door open and collapsed over the threshold.
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