Here we go new chapter, and if you play the game you just KNOW whats coming next don't ya?

The way in from this point was a air duct a short duck walk lead us to a pair of air vents. I looked to either side, aside from the occasional patrol pricing the dark with there head lights it was silent and dark.

"Naylor this the right place?" what happened next, was a half minute of squirming, as he moved up to see out the vent.

"Yup. I remember this place. It's Dry stations outer edge. I have spent many a cold night on patrol near the edge. More punishment, then anything else, not like any one could get in."

"Save now." I commented and looked though the grate and watched for a patrol to pass. I worked the grate open and slid out on the left side and held a hand out catching Naylor as he came down. "Right lets.."

A laser dot traversed onto my forehead.

"Hold! Identity your self!" What the fuck? It was dark as pitch? If I could not see where the laser started, I would have no idea any one was there!

"Shit, night vision." Naylor said as he raised his hands.

I had no idea what that was, but I had a good idea.

"Raise you arms or I will shoot!" My hands were near my right hand, near my pipboy. I quickly tapped on vats.

In less then a second I quick drew my revolver, took aim at the red dot and fired once. His gun was blown away, Naylor turned his flashlight on and my second shot blew his skull apart, on second thought I likely destroyed the night vision device, oops.

"Lovely, there goes stealth." Naylor said as alarm bells began to ring and people started to shout. "Give me a boost we can try again latter." I wasn't listening, my Bastard was unhooked from my belt and I chambered the first round.

"Screw that, Naylor cover me, stick to the shadows we have some time before they pin us down to strike while there confused."

"A entire," before Naylor could finish his complaint about just how damn insane this was, I was already in motion. I moved ahead, cut right at first chance and was in the center of the room. A group of Nazi were just getting up from their bunks, my mind went almost mechanical in my shooting.

Kneeling I took aim and fired, short three round bursts.

One, two, three, the man was stumbling back, maybe dead, maybe not, switch targets.

To his left, guy raising shot gun, three round burst, one, two, three, target down. The guy was falling down blood spurting from his chest.

Rotate, three round burst.. there! My pipboy beeped and I pivoted to deal with a ambushers on my right, a Chinese assault rifle tightly clenched in his hands, VATS engaged and I sprayed a four round burst into his head. He slowly slumped down as I shifted back to the still confused squad.

A four round burst of head shots and another guy was down. A bullet cracked over as the VATS wore off.

I stood up and fired a long suppressive burst as I ducked backward behind a wooden target that looked as if it was over 200 years old. I could hear the cries of alarm and I reloaded as bullets rattled over head. A few hit the target board and ended up going though.

"Great job." I thought to myself. "You hid behind the one thing they spend all their time shooting at!"

"Where are you Naylor." I hissed. By now my companions, Boone, Arcade, Veronica, they all got how I did fights. Which was plunge in as fast as freaking possible, after picking as many off at long range as I could. Naylor on the other hand did not.

The rapid banging of Naylor's SKS and the crys of pain it caused drew a smile to my face. Now that the tide of lead had stopped, I stood out form my cover and rattled a burst at them. I stopped when the shooting stopped and I ducked back down to be careful.

Still I heard Naylor rifle bang a few more times. Then an odd pinging noise, like metal on cement. His stripper clip?

Seeming to think we were reloading a enemy trooper jumped over a barrier, only to get a rifle shot though his chest to the trouble.

For a moment it was silent, relatively mind you, people were still yelling, bells ringing but no one was shooting nearby. Standing up, I carefully moved forward, yelling over my shoulder. "Naylor, cover me!" I was pretty sure I heard him say I was insane.

Standing over the dead troops I quickly flashed my hands though their pockets, shoveling ammunition into my own, I'll look though it latter, but now I was in combat.

Lastly I locked my bastard to my hip, and grabbed a Nazi Chinese assault rifle and more than a few clips. I check the loaded mag, the poor bastard had not had a chance to shoot it yet so it was full.

"Right Naylor next move! Where would a Ranger be found?" the former Nazi jogged up, checking a prison box I had missed on the way up, it was empty.

"Ok. Two things. Pasted there," he pointed a head to a choke point ahead. " A ranger would likely be in the officers quarters be interrogated. You could likely pick some guys off from up there." He gestures with his head to a ladder.

"There's normally not that many people here. But, now that they think there is a squad back here, and lets be honest thats basically what we just did to them." He gestured to the seven dead Nazis. "There hold up and wait for us to go to them. We can go over them and pick them off from above if you're as good a sniper as you say your are."

"Lovely, secondly?" I said as I unlocked the rifle magazine and slid it into the golf bag, along with two of its friends and a couple more bastards.

"Secondly, your insane." I chuckled.

"Ya normally I move a around a bit more. How common are those night vision things?"

"Not very, I'm quite surprised an ass end guard had one."

"Right, cover the that exit. I'm going up." he nodded and I moved to the look out post and moved up the ladder, behind me the sharp crack of Naylor SKS echoed as he picked off some incoming Nazis.

I have got to get me one of those things. I stood up at the top small watch tower. A guy was slumping over the edge, a tight grouping of bullet holes over his chest. Naylor I suppose.

Drawing my revolver, I shot the light out and was plunged into total darkness.

I took the guys scoped assault rifle and slide it back into my golf bag, already it was getting heavy. Idly one of of Arcade's dismissive comments flashed though my head. "I've never seen any one with faster hands."

I poked my head out of the wooden platforming. Roughly ten guys were glaring behind sand bags at the door way. Propping my rifle on the wooden guard rail I took aim, a squad leader in special armor, the rifle banged the muzzle flash flaring though the dark temporary lighting up the dark.

In less then a second the mans head exploded. Before I had to move, I activated VATS and fired again, and again. The bolt clattering loudly just in front of my face.

Two more head exploded and I was already dodging left as bullet twanged and cracked though the space I had just occupied.

Suddenly a man stood in-front of me, a rifle lowered in my direction, a set of night vision goggles on his head. I did not have time to aim.

I fired once, the muzzle flash blinding him ruining his night vision and leaving him blinking in pain, I think. My rifle butt jabbed in to his stomach and I forced him over the edge of the railing and he fell down, dead? I don't know. But he was not getting up right away. I moved forward as the Nazis, seeing my muzzle flash opened fire spraying the area with wild shots. went toward me.

The rapid banging seemed to tell me Naylor was throwing his weight into the fight. I ducked down crunching under the wooden siding as bullet blared though it.

At the end of the cat walk I jumped down, rolled then scanned for targets, there!

I thumbed Vats on again, my muscles hyper changed, as time slowed and my movements grew more precise then a watch makers fingers.

One shot, a head exploded, two shots, a head exploded ,three shots, a head exploded, four shots? The VATS lasting that long surprised me, so I only got a body shot due to me not aiming well.

Still four down. There was a good reason Legion though I had a sprite sitting on my shoulder, or rather on my wrist.

I shoulder my mosin nagant sliding the leather strap up my arm and over my shoulder in one smooth move. Filling the void in my hands I drew my Bastard.

Enter a sort of iron cage around the door way I slid the door open and entered.

Naylor had said rangers would be 'interrogated' a nice euphemism for torture.

Anton, I assume it was him, was hanging from a pair of shackles set into the wall. He was covered in his own blood and what seemed to be rock salt was dabbled into every cut, and the less said about the chunks of blood flesh that were once feet and hands the better.

While I was stunned by this, the officer turned to face me. He did not have a drop of blood on his uniform, though plenty on his knife.

"What is it Herr Stoßtruppen?" wait, he did not know what had happened? I leaned back and looked at the walls. Very thick. Must be to keep the screams in.

"Sir! The station has been invaded!'

"What!" He said. "By who?" He was moving to grab a weapon when I spoke.

"Me." He turned, his face a look of confusion, I put a bullet into his face blowing his brains over the wall.

"Get in!" Naylor said shoving me and locking the door behind me.

"There's a whole army of fucking Nazis behind me!"

"I thought you said there were a few!" I said back.

"So did I!" he said back. He looked at Anton.

"Poor bastard, Natrons just about the nastiest thing they can do to you. Must have really of held off."

I walked over the barely breathing man.

"Anton! You," the word OK seemed so rude when a mans been tortured. "alive?"

The man coughed blood. "Not for long." He said. My respect for rangers went up all the way to the top. "He learned nothing. I held out all the way." I nodded that was all that could be asked for.

"Does the bastard have my Dog tag?" I nodded and check the dead officer. I pulled a dog tag with lighting bullets emblazoned with a skull.

"Not any more." I said. Idly I was aware of Naylor proping his back to the heavy door as the Nazis tried to break it down.

"Hate to break a touching moment, but hurry the hell up!"

"Find Kuzma, he can get it to my family in Forge station."

I nodded "I will."

"Good." he seemed to lean back slightly. "Kill me." I blinked.

"What?"

"Kill me. I won't be taken again and I can't walk." I half turned to Naylor who shuddered as the door shook.

"We don't have time! You don't have much of a choice." he said softer.

I looked back to Anton and with a heavy heart, I propped my revolver to the side of his head, fought my instinct to not pull the trigger for a second, and fired.

He died instantly, painlessly. I ran back to Naylor and slammed a spare shot gun into a pair of braces where a cross bar would go.

"Is there a way out?"

Naylor wiped some sweet of his forehead.

"No.. Yes." he said a look of fear, panic and worry crossed his face all at once and he jogged to the back of the station. "There's a old tunnel that goes from Dry to Cursed and it more then lives up to its name.

He opened the door and I followed him to the tunnel.