Against Mr. Jeffersons objections, the Consortium decided to cut negotiations with Vault 73 short and head for a pit stop in Stillbourne.
Along the way though, they hit an unexpected pothole and got temporarily stuck there.
The hole turned out to be only one in a series of relatively fresh craters left by explosions. These explosions would be at least equivalent to grenades or dynamite, and could have been either placed on the surface or maybe dropped from above. In any case they had been made some time in the last few days – something Fred Eighty later confirmed – who had made them was unclear, but they had claimed the lives of two Brahmineros.
Things had gone well in Stillbourne, no serious troubles had erupted, and only one of the former whiteheads now employed by The Consortium had received an near-fatal stabbing. Sadly being now somewhat understaffed, the employees had let miss Belle‘s medication slip a bit and, while she had woken up from her induced comatose state, she wasn’t much use.
Some long desired maintenance was carried out on the Consortium’s various assets:
Of particular note, ED-C got the upgrades which were bartered from The Millennium Rollergirls, and with the improved pathfinding and broadcasting abilities it now has much greater freedom to spread the word about the products and services provided by the Consortium.
Other repairs and upgrades in general ended up taking a week, and it was one night during this time that one of the guards on the container wall was killed. The shot had been instantly lethal – almost removing one arm entirely – and must have been made at extreme range, but just under where the guard had been standing at the time the outside of the wall had been marked with a red hand-print by a super mutant.
At first the complicated shot had the locals very suspicious of the known killer Pips Johnson, but Jefferson managed to calm Fred Eighty down and The Consortium was placed in charge of the investigation.