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((Continued from the Wastelands.))

Ender pulled up in the humvee that he had taken to the wastelands to investigate a convoy attack. He pulled it up to the main garage, the devastated vehicle sputtering as if on it's last breath as it rolled to a stop, a trail of oil dotting and marking where it had made it's passage through the base. The vehicle itself was almost completely torn apart, the driver door was completely missing and only twisted bits of metal still clung to what was once the hinges of the door. The back doors had a single hole the size of a basketball punched straight through where a sabbot round had gone through. The front of the vehicle was a completely twisted mess, the hood missing and a forest of black smoke rolling out of the vehicle's engine. Almost all of the armor wasn't intact, but peeled away like a large can opener had been taken to it, most places on the vehicles, you could see bits of the framing. The axle was slightly twisted and one tire was now flat, along with large chunks of shrapnel embedded everywhere on the vehicle. There was scorch marks and holes all along the right side of the vehicle and coming out of the other side where lasers had raked the vehicle in a massive storm of laser fire. Ender slid out of the seat of the vehicle, limping badly and the front of the chestplate of the power armor was slashed open in a jagged edge about an inch wide running from his left shoulder down across his chest and down to his right hip, blood still pumping and spurting from the wound and the armor being blood soaked, not all of it Ender's own blood. He slowly limped and shuffled away towards the Medical Center for medical assistance.

((Continued in Medical Center))

Siting in her office looking over last weeks requsitions she sat deep in though trying to remember what everything was for to make sure she wasnt missing enything, when she was ubruptly interupted by the sound of Enders 'Vehicle' Pulling into the garage. Geting up and walking over to the window she pulled up the window shades and watched as the slaughtered Vechile drove into the motor pool and barely made it to a parking spot, watching Ender limp outof the car she thought about runing to his aid but decided not to as he would most likely just wave her away. Watching the torn figure limp outof the motor pool leaving a small trail of blood behind she began to worry slightly 'Some day he won't be coming back if he keep's this up.' She thought to her self as she grabed her tool kit and exited her office heading for the vechile with firm steps.

After a few strainfull twists and turns later the 50 cal. slamed into the ground with a clang as the metal slamed agenst the pavement. Climbing back out of the car she stood up and dusted her self off and went around the car and picked up the 50 cal. And wandered over to the Motor pool armory and unlocked the door and gently placed the gun arment into an empty box. Streatching her arms slightly she wandered back out and went through the trunk to make sure nothing was in it, upon completion she closed the trunk and grabed her tool box and wandered back over to her office and set her tool kit down on her desc.

As she set her tool box down she turned around and opened her locker and began to undress throwing her dirty work clothes into the locker and began to put her EA on. As she ziped her self up and grabed her holster she quickly straped it on and stormed out of the building.

Just as she steped through the large metal doors she stoped and turned around as CFAR shouted after her. "Huh? Yeah sure do what ever the hell you want with it... It would cost more to repair the damn thing then it would to build a new one. So knock you're self out." She awnsered as she turned and continued towards the Medical Center.
((Continued att Medical.))

Twixi came walking in through the large steel doors leading into the motor pool as she walked down the path leading into the garage she stopied in the middle of the motor pool and examening her surroundings. Finding the motor pool empty she sighed and rubbed her forehead before continueing along the pavemented path following the yellow line leading to her office.
Upon reatching the door she turned the knob and pushed the door open an d steped inside closing it behind her as she went inside. Pulling down the shades she continued to her locker and unlocked the locker and started unziping her Enviromental armor hanging it neatly in her locker she kneeled down and pulled out her oily and torn leather armor and began to put it on. As she closed the door to her locker and locked it neatly she sat down on the old chair behind her desc. As she sat down she put her elbows up on the desc and rested her head in her palms.
'And back to work we go' She though as she sighed befor digging through a huge pile of papper work trying to find the correct sheet for the humvee Ender just crashed.

Upon reatching the repair hanger which looked more like the scrap yard next door then an actuall workshop. Standing there in shock on how meny vechiles was abble to be trashed so quickly seeing how it was practicly empthy a few months ago but then again she was actually repairing the trashed vechiles back then insted of just tuning up the allready functional ones. Sighing as she continued down the path of decay as the vechiles just got more and more damage the further she got. As she reatched the End of the line she put her tool box down on an empty workbech and turned around to see what she had to work with in this section. Upon finding a realtivly undamaged tank she decided to fix it as it would be a quick job.

Inspecting the vechile she found that the motor for the turret was blown and the obvious gaping hole in the front of the tank the size of a football.
Peeking in through the hole she found the entire enterior burnt up or blown to pices and some components missing ie the drivers seat and the gunners compartment. Walking around the tank she pryed the door open and the turret hatch open and wandered back to the work bench.

Alex walked into the Motor pool fully armored and armed to the teeth. The sun beat off his metal armor. A sniper rifle was held loosely in his hand and a machete hung in its sheeth on his belt. A AK47 hung on his back. He saw CFAR and called to him,
"Hey! Can I borrow a scout car? I'm going to go some hunting and patroling. "