Daniel walked along with group, then he noticed a ghoul, who he normally would have killed on the spot, but this one was different somehow, "So what exactly are we to do now? Are we waiting for something?"

He would never have gone up and engaged someone directly in conversation but he thought if him and these men were to get through whatever it was that theyw ere doing they would have to get along and work together, even though that Daniel felt better to stalk his prey alone, maybe Daniel's hunting and sneaking skills would be useful to this man later on.

"O and who is in charge here exactly?" he asked

Demetri shook his head, "No leaders it seems," Demetri replied, "we just need to agree, now get ready, who knows what we will meet." Demetri muttered to himself, "Dam women, why didn't she give us more details." Standing up he moved over to on the hills a little further away from the town, looking over the wasteland he was greeted by the usual veiw, he shrugged, nothing will change, not in his lifetime anyway.

"Well don't you think that someone should step up?"

Daniel thought about it for a second, "If we have no one to take orders from, what are we? Its not like we will just go in a huge group and do whatever we want and think that this will work, we need some strategy and someone to keep veryone in line. I mean I'm not saying I should lead, I know strategy but I'm no leader. Also, what exactly are we supposed to do know, just wait here?"

"Not everyone is ready, though, yes I agree a leader is needed, but someone who just sets themselves up in command, not everyone will like that," Demetri said, "We don't know each other, just calm down and don't get in such a rush. Those who rush in first rarely come back out."

Demetri looked at the man, "Whats your name boy?" Demetri asked, he was thinking about there being a leader, he could take a lead role, he had lead before on other mission, and in the past though he didn't always fancy the idea.

"Me? I'm Daniel nice to meet you, I'm from up north, you know where its way to freakin cold. We'll see how else comes through, cause I have a feeling that me and you will have to work together on this, even though I don't normally fancy the idea of working with other people, You look like you can get something done. What are your specialties? I need to know what my future "business" partners strengths are."

"I'm Demetri Green," Demetri said saying his name, "and what I'm good at, well most survival skills and can use most weapons, but I'm quite good with large weapons." Demetri grinned taking his minigun off it's latch, "This thing can chew through almost anything, from radscorpians to super mutants, I'm also quite handy with a pistol in a pinch."

Demetri looked at him, "I can also make you a crater if you wanted, I consider myself quite the expert." Demetri was silently hopeing he wasn't asked where he came from though, he rather keep that covered up, for now anyway.

Tom chose his steps carefully, silently traversing the wasteland. The jacket part of his charmer armor was swung over his shoulder, as the sun had grown far to hot for that. Tom's headwrap and shades were both on. It was around noon (i assume), and the sun was beating down, breaking through the wisps of radiation Tom knew as clouds. He had been wandering for a while, simply looking for something to do. Lately no one had been in need of any of the services Tom could supply, so he had headed off in search of some caps. The man stopped in his steps as ahead of him, he noticed the city ahead of him. Megaton lay in front of him. Tom had been walking in a daze, and had failed to take stock of his location. He shrugged and deceiced to stop by, see if he could find some work.

Tom came into Moriarty's a good hour later, even sweatier than before. He had helped the town handyman at the water purfication plant close up some holes that had sprouted in the pipes. He ordered a beer from Gob, and sat at the bar, sipping out of the long-necked bottle. As he boredly observed the pub, he noticed that there was a group that had formed. He slowly stood up, his knees cracking, and started over before an old woman stepped in front of him. "I assume your here about the job..." She said, drifting off after the implication. Tom cocked his head, almost unnocticably and responded "Yeah." he responded, without any knowledge of a job. She explained to him the expedition to Florida to aquire a GECK from a vault. Tom had heard of a GECK, but didn't know what it's purpose was. He simply nodded and joined the group, not making any word of indication to the others in the group.

(I'm off for tonight)

Jak checked his weapons again, he didn't want them to jam in the heat of battle. After checking his weapons his walked towards a bulk of the group to see what they were doing.

OOC: I think we should continue soon.

OOC: Yeah I'd like to get moving soon.

Starr opened her eyes to the sight of the wasteland. She was rather tired of the DC area, she thought to herself, Maybe if Florida is a success I'll stay down there for some jobs.

She started making a design into the dirt. For the first time she noticed how nothing grew here.

Nathan grumbled under his breath at the woman most of it involving ignorant old bats whom could not recognize a barn from a signpost.
after arranging his clothing so that the least amount of skin was showing Nathan the walked out the door of the saloon and walked swiftly to the general store while doing his best to avoid any looks. Nathan scanned the store looking for a store owner and was greeted by likely one of the strangest sights in the wasteland, A cheerful person, Moira stepped over to Nathan cocking her as a slight tilt looking under the brim of his hat. Moira then light up like a roman candle. Launching into a cheerful speech that if they still existed would have small forest creatures twining between her feet at the end of it Moira the looked directly at Nathan waiting for an answer.
This would have been far more effective were she able to speak, feeling the presence of another in the room he turned and the mercenary by the wall grunted then rapidly spat out " Lady was mucking about with chemicals last week and they reacted badly, trust me when I say that is a blessing for all of us.. well except for her."
Moira turned and glared at the Merc before turning back and smiling at Nathan speaking again "Errr... I'm not particularly sure what you said but I assume that you will do business with me so I would like a pair of boots useful in keeping water out of my socks and three water tight bags." Moira smiled before going behind the counter and pulling out a set of large ugly boots that went up to about the knees and at one time might have been yellow but were now a faded off green that looked a bit like mold trapped in a clear plastic bag before ducking down and bringing out three rusted lunchboxes. Nathan grinned then appraised the boots looking for holes in the soles or sides, finding none he spoke "I'll give you twenty caps" and a look of determination formed in Moira's eyes.

Nathan found twenty minutes later that he had been swindled out of thirty caps ,his old shoes and a flap of dried skin from his ribcage that was about to fall off regardless, damned woman and her deceiving behavior. Clad in his new boots Nathan walked out of megaton drawing odd looks as he went. The few people on the road looked to be from the bar but he had no intention of catching up to anyone, he was a ghoul he knew his place here even if it did grate on him. Hopefully no one would find a man in a black suit and fishing boots odd.

Starr was getting tired of waiting around for all the other mercs. She lifted her head and sat up a little.

"Let's get something done while we're wasting time," she said, "Who wants to step up and lead the group?" When she said this she looked at Demetri.

She let the idea sink in for a moment, while she waited, she started loading magazines.

OOC Blackmane is your character the same from the holdout because at the end you made references to your character being a merc and if so can I bring mine back? here's a sample:

Corporal Henry Jones

age:20

Race: Caucasian

Looks 5"9 brown hair, glasses, thin and wiry. very good with numbers and tech.

skills science, energy weapons, medicine
minor skills repair, explosives, small guns

equipment enclave scientist uniform, laser rifle, bag containing large quantities for supplies, radio, locator beacon. 3x flares

Mission objective: locate vital prewar tech or escorting key enclave biologists in studying mutation in the ecosystem

Bio veteran of the battle of liberty prime, Jones is not so eager for war anymore yet his thirst for action is only slightly diminished. He has since been reassigned to the Enclave Hazardous enviroment recon unit and was ready to go to intercept a mercenary band headed for Florida but after getting the entire team decimated by deathclaws decides to join the group in hopes of accomplishing something before returning to base.

OOC I'll write the stuff in later

((Not quite, the Hold out was for a little fun, though anything else will crop up later maybe.

I also want to get it moving, should we just get everyone here then.))

Demetri looked at th group, "Sod it," Demetri muttered, "Lets get moving then, see how far we can get before nightfall then set up camp." Demetri gathered himself, waited for the others and moved off, the rest of the group in tow, he hoped. It wasn't the best time to set off, the sun at it's highest. Demetri grabbed his helmet hanging on his belt and placed it on his head, he keeps a pair of old biker's goggles around it incase the wind ever picked to protects his eyes from the sand.

Daniel walked a little farther back from the rest of the group, enjoyed some peace and quiet as he was nonchalantly picking off dogs and mole rats with remarkable precision.

Daniel began to think about how this random group of theives and mercenaries would be able to accomplish anything working together. He thought, the ghoul was the only man Daniel really has spoken to, and he showed promise, would the rest of the party be able to keep up with us? "I guess I will speak to the other members when we set up camp."

Starr was relieved that the group had a leader and was now moving, although at a slower pace than she liked. In the group she walked in the front, or point, it was a habit she couldn't shake from being in Talon Company.

She put on a pair of black sunglasses she had been carrying in her small backpack of equipment.

A thought came up in her head. She turned to the group and asked to no one in particular, "How are we supposed to locate a vault without any map or direction?"

Demetri shrugged, "Never occured to me, though how well do you think a map will help us anyway?" Demetri asked, "We have no idea how bad this place is compared to here, things change." Demetri thought for a second, "Maybe when we get closer we can see if we can find the ruins of a city or twon, maybe see if Vault-tec had a foothold there?"

Demetri was worried, they were going into unkown territory here, and most likely hostile considering what it was like around D.C, "Just keep moving... Lets try and make some ground, hopefully get near Andale." demetri was happy the female had taken point, means it was easier to keep an eye on her, "Wish I didn't have to look over my shoulders every five minutes," he muttered to himself.

"Great," Starr murmured sarcastically. She wasn't too keen on walking into the unknown.

The group was getting close to Andale. "Should we stop here or just keep going till nightfall?"

"We'll walk for another hour, we still have a few hours light left, we can use it to make camp still." Demetri replied, "We'll camp on the outskirts of the "town". Though I wouldn't venture to close to the actual town, rumors circulate about it, and I don't wish to take chances."

"I think I can smell that town from here. Smells worse than that zombie at Moriarty's," Starr remarked.

She started thinking to herself, I sure hope this group knows their stuff, most of them haven't uttered a word since we left.

"Don't call them zombies," Demetri said, "You probaly won't wake up tomorrow morning if you do, it looks like our ghoul companion won't take [censored] from no body."

Daniel figured that is was time to join the rest of the group, so he gathered his bounty and ran over to them. "Anyone hungry?" he said as he showed everyone his sack of mole and dog meat. He picked up one large dog carcass, "This one tried to sneak up behind us", he follwed the staement by showing everyone the bullet hole in the dog's forehead. "How did you guys not hear me? I've been shooting it off for about half an hour."

Jak walked near the back of the group, watching their "6" oclock. He heard the group talking. " What do you think we're gonna face there, giant radgators? He asked looking at the group. Then he sniffed the air, he hadn't ever been to Andale, but he heard they were a bunch of crazy cannibals. And it smelled like it.

Mark decided for the moment that it would be best to keep to himself and decided to walk up front. He overheard one man mention Andale and thought, "Oh great, the cannibal town, good thing we're in a group." He then said to no one in particular, "I remember reading about Florida in Pre-War books. Apparently, there used to be this huge swamp called the Everglades in the south. It was a big tourist attraction before the war, but it's unlikely that it remained unaffected in some way by the war." Mark then said to the man in the back, "It's possible, reptiles are survivors after all."

Starr couldn't help but laugh at Demetri's outburst. She wasn't afraid of a ghoul.

Mark walked up later and started talking about Florida. Starr listened, taking in what valuable information she could.

The group was making their way past Andale now. Starr noticed the draqes of a window being pulled back, then she saw the face of a man look out at them. Starr was about to say something but decided it wasn't worth mentioning.

As the group passed through Andale Mark noticed two things. The first was the smell, an odor like cooked flesh. The other was the feeling of being watched by hungry predators, which if the rumors were true the people of Andale truly were. Mark then checked to make sure his weapons were loaded before continuing onward.