CerpinTaxt
A Man With No Face
The Mojave
Mojave, mo' problems.
"You see that, sir?" The NCR soldier gestured to his higher-up, handing the man a pair of binoculars as he gestured off to a very nondescript part of the desert they'd been sent to patrol. "Looks like someone walking. Dressed kind of weird. Think he got lost?" The other man peeked through the binoculars, catching the sight of CJ as he walked. "I think he got stranded, maybe his caravan or something got blown to hell and he's out of it." He pulled the binoculars away, looking towards his compatriot. "The direction he's walking? I figure he'll reach Primm in a couple miles. If something doesn't get to him first."
"Speaking of that..I think he might have some trouble coming his way right now. I see some movement that way."
Another peek through the binoculars.
"Yeah. Giant ants. Shouldn't be too much trouble if he's able to run. Or armed."
"What if it's neither?"
"Well then he's bug food."
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They were right. Two ants, just a tad larger than a man, began to crawl their way towards CJ from the east. The sounds of their numerous feet slamming into the sound as they made their noisy approach. A third party, someone cloaked with the technology of a Stealth Boy, seemed to just be watching from a nearby rock. Hard to spot for CJ probably, and basically invisible to the ants. He just seemed content to simply..sit there.
For now at least.
Rysesaka