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Tossing aside an antidote towards the initiate, he was one lucky b*****d that the Ryukas tribal carried different types of anti-poisons on him at all times. He was under the assumption the guy can at the very least catch it, if not this would make things rather awkward. Considering the size, it didn't sound like it was one of those behemoth like Rad-scorpions which were spotted in the East Coast. Now staring at him, hopefully he would take it immediately to siege a counterattack the poison.

" Jump on my back and hold on Initiate."

Owari told him in a serious but relaxed tone. Gazing at Callum tending at his injury, he waited for him to finish using the stimpack before they were ready to venture back into the base. Sadly he wasn't that emotional, yet his commitment in his service with the Brotherhood was enough to allow him to assist in any problems. The moment he would do as he commanded, they would be ready to leave this area right away.

((Why is no-one speaking?...have we just given up with the story?))

Wahrer had finally realized the killer of his family. He challenged the army of the SS to a final show down atop Hill 108. He placed several sand bags upon the hill and placed a Browning 30. cal there. Wahrer sat atop the hill watching thinking back to his time in the brotherhood. He knew this was his final hour. Wahrer open another one his dorito bags. He munched on them and thought of himself.
Wahrer the timid worker that occasionally hunted. He was never known to be a pilot or the great marksman he was. He was tougher than any other super mutant or human, bullets were welcome to lodge themselves in his chest. Wahrer was damn near immortal.
Wahrer spotted tanks and men coming his way. He waited for them to draw near. He took the ammo and placed it near his small makeshift cover. He noticed their quick and perfect maneuvers. He opened fire as soon as the first man took a step on the hill's base. Soon thirteen men were one in blood. He grabbed his rifle in less then a second firing right into a trucks gas tank sending it upward, and taking twenty or so men with it.
He was too used to it. Soon a bullet hit his helmet but it was of no pain to him. He took two more bullets to his left shoulder. Soon the bullets were turned again in Wahrer's favor, dropping more and more men. He saw a tank advance up the hill as the other men withdrew. Wahrer expertly hid as the tank rolled up. He grabbed a belt of bullets and leaped upon the tank opening the hatch and tossing the belt in. He shot the belt with his pistol and closed the hatch. The Bullets were rubber ball in the tank.
Wahrer smiled at his accomplishments, though they were short lived. An enemy helicopter annihilated the hill-top. He fell bleeding as he saw the man himself, Garsche Siemller. Garsche was the ultimate warrior. Wahrer stood up, with his hazy vision he punched (or attempted ) Garsche but Garsche grabbed his fist and beat wahrer down. "You don't ever stop do you Wahrer?" Wahrer did not reply he only stood once more and faced him.
Wahrer once more went crashing down. Garsche laughed and turned believing Wahrer's death had come. Wahrer, with all his bravery, drove his hand into his bullet wounds from earlier withdrawing the bullets. He took both in hands and sprinted towards Garsche. Garsche turned too late and Wahrer pounced like a Cheetah. He drove the bullets into Garsche's eyes. Removing Garsche's knife he made the final blow to Garsche.
Garsche was defeated and so was the last of the SS, the only opposing force to the Brotherhood (for now). Wahrer made his way to either hill side and tripped rolling down the hill. He was on his abdomen. He pulled himself in a random direction with one hand.

This may or may not be the end of Wahrer.
Think what you will, but you still will always wonder.