Horrigan and Haluth:
8:20 P.M.
With a final blare of its horn, the small cargo ship Orschwire came to a stop at the dock. Within minutes, the port crew were unloading the crates filled with expensive commodities intended for the more affluent members of the Pine Gardens district. The normality of the scene was disrupted by a pair of rather unusual individuals walking down the ramp from the boat.
There was nothing subtle about either of them: one was a seven-foot-tall hooded pile of rags, the other a bear of a man with a minigun strapped to his left arm. In the latter's right hand was a large suitcase that looked comically small next to his large frame.
Frank hated sailing. A combination of his heavy armor and near-nonexistent body fat ensures that, if he were to fall into deep water, he'd sink like a boulder. The journey was over, though. Now was the easiest part...
The super mutant gripped the suitcase handle tighter once he stepped onto dry land. A quick once-over of the port was all that was needed to locate his next destination: Warehouse 16. That's where the contact was to take the goods. "This way," he grunted to his companion before walking towards the building.
Haluth, for her part, was busy taking in the sights. She was fascinated by all the machinery in motion, the workers busying about their work. But when her master started to move, she followed. She still tried to take quick glances around her, though...
When Horrigan suddenly stopped by a door, the Deathclaw girl nearly walked into him. Thankfully, she caught herself - he would have been mad if she did. Her master's massive frame turned to face her, his eye pieces bearing down onto her. "Wait here," he spoke, "Don't move."
With that, he opened the door, squeezing in his large body through the entryway. At least Haluth can enjoy watching the people go about their work again.
