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The Commonwealth gets commandeered
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Nothing happens.

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Cat runs out of air and rolls her eyes. "HELP!" she yells again, projecting her voice. "SOMEBODY HELP, PLEASE!"

Still nothing.

"What, did we find the world's only lair of deaf super mutants?" she grumbles, and shoots one of the mostly-intact windows by the door.

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That, at least, gets a reaction, in the form of a commotion from inside the building. A super mutant bursts through the door and runs straight at Cat, followed by several more hot on his heels. The one in front is holding a football-sized object that's blinking red and beeping.

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Cat's eyes widen. "Suicider!" she yells.

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Epimetheus immediately dives out of her cover, twisting around to block Cat from any potential explosion.

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"Epime-" 'Sidora starts to follow her, but 'Metheus jerks him back.

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"Fire at them, sir," he says sharply, levelling his gun to do just that.

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A half-second after Epime skids between Cat and the mutants, the suicider's foot connects with one of the mines. His lower half vanishes in a burst of shrapnel, and the mini-nuke detonates, engulfing three-quarters of the mutants, and a fair fraction of the mines, in a radioactive fireball.

The affected mines go off, triggered by the shock wave from the explosion. Cat and Epime are close enough to feel the intense heat and force from the blast. A few bits of debris ping off Epime's metal chassis, and one twisted shard of metal buries itself in the bottom of Cat's boot.

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"Thanks," Cat says shakily.

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Epimetheus doesn't respond, pivoting and immediately focusing on the remaining mutants. She pulls a dagger in one hand, and a gun in the other, and a dangerous glint in her metallic eyes.

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"Epime!" 'Sidora complains, keeping his aim on the remaining mutants, trying to avoid aiming at his sister.

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Of the four remaining mutants, three have been knocked off-balance by the explosion, and the fourth is several feet behind them, still in the shadow of the hospital entrance but gaining ground fast. The two that were nearest the blast have some lacerations on their faces, chests, and arms, but the damage is superficial. The one on the left seems like he'll be the fastest of them to reorient himself.

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Epime charges directly at the one on the left, knife driving straight up towards the underneath of its chin, intent on driving it up and through the mutant's brain. The gun is pointed at the one who was still in the shadow of the hospital entrance, and a single shot is aimed centre mass.

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The stab strikes true, catching the mutant just as he steadies himself. He makes a choked noise as the knife sinks home, the tip driving a hole in the bottom of his braincase but unable to do more than scrape at the organ within. He jerks his head to the side reflexively, trying to shake Epime loose.

Her shot at the fourth mutant connected, but he's wearing what could generously be called armor, so the force knocks him back a step but doesn't otherwise impair him. The other two regain their bearings and level their pipe rifles to fire at Epime.

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Cat can't do much with just a shotgun besides reload it in case any of the mutants come closer. She does, and judges them distracted enough to try and sprint for the rest of the party (and her rifle).

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Distracted, but not distracted enough. The two mutants not engaged by Epime swing around and follow Cat. They're heavier than her, but they have longer legs.

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Epimetheus twists enough that she's shielded behind the mutant she just stabbed, pulling the knife clear and aiming it at the mutants eye. (She is aware of the two mutants charging at Cat, but cannot disengage from those she is fighting.)

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Prometheus moves, going from a dead stand still to a sprint, at the last minute before colliding with one of the mutants, he twists into a skid, aiming at one of their legs. (His gun is in his hands, but he's aiming to save bullets for now, this is a delaying action, give Cat time to get herself in a better position.)

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'Sidora fires two shots at the other mutant's knees, hoping that'll slow it down if nothing else.

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Cat changes her angle so they have a clear shot, but keeps sprinting so she'll come around in a wide circle. She hears a bellow from behind her, but doesn't waste time looking.

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The mutant Prometheus collided with goes down in a heap on top of him, struggling and flailing. He reaches blindly, trying to grab and crush whatever he can.

'Sidora's shots either don't connect or the mutant doesn't care. There's a loud crack, but in the chaos it's impossible to see what, if anything, he's hit. The mutant yells incoherently and fires a random spray of bullets in 'Sidora's direction in retaliation.

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"Grah!" says the mutant with the knife in his eye and the hole in his lower jaw. It's drooling an unattractive mix of blood and phlegm, and strings of it fly out when he jerks back. Amazingly, he's still moving, even with a knife in the front of his head.

The unoccupied mutant rushes forward to tackle Epime. "You killed my brothers!" he wails, with very little apparent understanding of cause and effect. He's wearing brass knuckles, or more accurately a metal pole that's been beaten and reshaped to form something resembling them, on a super-mutant's scale. He aims a swing at her center of mass.

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She twists just enough that it doesn't directly impact her, and uses the momentum gained from the punch to duck into a low kick that swipes the knife that springs from her boot heel at this mutant's ankles.

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'Sidora pulls back into his cover, feels a bullet clip his shoulder, but it's nothing to worry about. He checks his clip while he's being forced to take cover.

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Prometheus jams the gun into the mutant's gut, feeling something give way under it's flailing, and fires a single shot - hoping it will at the very least distract it for long enough for him to get the upper hand, or for someone else to dispatch it.

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