Chapter 11: There's A Devil In The Church
Hopefully there's not a bunch of assholes here who want to shoot me.

Aw, SHIT.
Oh wait, they're not firing. Good.

Just poking around, trying to see what I can salvage. Is that what you're up to?

Easy, asshole. Help me help you. What are you looking for?

You're not making this easy. I'm thinking you're stuck down here for a reason.

Now we're going somewhere. What's on the computer?

So you haven't even begun to search this place yet.

In that case, let me just look through all of these boxes.

Success.

Nipton. God, I have to go back to that hellhole.

Let's pop the safe open while we're here.

I want to tell you that I found the radiation suits.
I also want to tell you that a little gratitude would be nice.

Sounds reasonable.
Some traveling time later...

This building still looks intact. If anyone is alive, they're probably in here.

The good news is I was right. The bad news is he's a Powder Ganger.
At least he hasn't jumped me yet. Maybe they're starting to wise up.
Excuse me sir, I know you're not exactly dancing at the sight of me, but I heard there was some NCR equipment coming through here back when it wasn't a burning hole in the ground.

Awesome, I'll just leave you here to... sit quietly by yourself, I guess.

This place still gives me the creeps.

Climbing mountains, stealing NCR equipment. This isn't where I saw myself a few years ago.

This must be the place.

It's even grungier in here than it is at Searchlight.

Jackpot.

I didn't stop to buy more RadAway. I'm sure that won't come back and bite me.

I've got the suits.

So I get to be the fodder for the ghouls? Great.

Hey, I'm here for the same reason you are.

This is the third strangest parade I've ever been in.

Ghouls. Glowing ghouls, no less.

I'm gonna be eating this RadAway like candy.

Good thing these guys don't stand up well to a hunk of concrete swung at force.

Man, those prospectors were not very resilient. Logan's the only one alive.

Here's the police station.

More ghouls.

More fucking ghouls.

All the ghouls you can handle.

I inhale a few more RadAways and start looking for NCR junk.

Thankfully it's all labelled.

FUCK, I am running out of RadAway. I need to hurry up here.

Let's go let's go let's go let's go.

There is a fire burning in my DNA right now.

Holy fucking WHAT.

SUDDENLY RADIATION IS NOT MY BIGGEST OR MOST IMMEDIATE PROBLEM.

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH OH GOD THANK YOU JANGO.
Okay. Okay. Whew, alright I probably could have handled that better.

Legion. Looks like these were the guys who opened up the radiation bomb.
Fucking pricks.

No ghouls here. Hmm.

Oh good, there's some RadAway in here, so I might not spontaneously melt after all.

That's how the canisters got here.

Aisle three, irradiated bubblegum, irradiated soda, irradiated fruit.

Well that's just a fucking waste.

Alright, I found everything.

What.

Ahahahaha, you dumb motherfucker.
Your friends are already dead and I've got a robot and a fucking sniper backing me up.

I guess that means I get to keep the haul.

I'd like to know what you're planning to do with your former comrades.

I can see the future, I know exactly what you are about to say.

Well I've already taken a bunch of them down, guess I might as well finish the job.


Yeah sure whatever.

Sir, you are my new best friend.

Time to get to work.

Nice shot, Boone.

I already had a bunch from earlier so this went faster than I expected.

From now on, those RadAways will be a lot more effective.

Also I can magically change the weight of heavy weapons. That will come in real handy later when I actually
have heavy weapons.

What's this, a sniper's nest?

A sniper's nest overlooking Cottonwood Cove, no less.

Man, I'll bet there's something good in there. I'll be back for you, baby.

Fuck, more crucifixions.
I'm getting really fucking tired of these Legion assholes.

Really.

Hope you don't mind if I kill a few myself.

Didn't think you would.

Let's fucking do this.