[ It's a cool night, sitting out on this little ridge. The distant light pollution from the Strip barely touches the sky, a glittering white spread of stars spilling across inky blackness and the light breeze rolls the smell of pinyon juniper up into his nose as he stares down the barrel of his rifle.
Len adjusts the scope ever-so-slightly, shifting in place on his stomach with the gun cradled in his arms, one knee hitched up to stabilize his aim. There's a worn sort of familiarity in the routine, keeping an eye on another camp about a mile and a half away. The decor there says Fiends but the attire says raiders - it's possible they're trying to look more intimidating from afar, make folks think they're into the whole cannibalism thing.
There's a soft scuffing sound on the ground behind him; something he would react more quickly to if he didn't already expect its presence. His focus remains on the encampment. ]
You keep pacin' like that, you're gonna wear a rut into the ground.
dream team [closed to arcade gannon]
Len adjusts the scope ever-so-slightly, shifting in place on his stomach with the gun cradled in his arms, one knee hitched up to stabilize his aim. There's a worn sort of familiarity in the routine, keeping an eye on another camp about a mile and a half away. The decor there says Fiends but the attire says raiders - it's possible they're trying to look more intimidating from afar, make folks think they're into the whole cannibalism thing.
There's a soft scuffing sound on the ground behind him; something he would react more quickly to if he didn't already expect its presence. His focus remains on the encampment. ]
You keep pacin' like that, you're gonna wear a rut into the ground.