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MissingMandible:
Frank Horrigan:

The super mutant responded by giving a crisp salute, before turning away to focus on the situation at hand. He was not used to open admiration. At least, not one that wasn't tainted with fear. This was something new to ponder about later...

Horrigan climbed up the hill that he just nuked, scorched earth covered with charred squashes. His helmet blocked all odor, but he would have guessed that the air would smell like a pumpkin pie cook off gone horribly wrong. The remains of the formerly glowing carrier pumpkin was rathermacabre- the back half of the shell, though splintered, was largely intact while the cooked innards flowed outwards. It reminded him how a Deathclaw looked after having its front turned to mulch by his minigun back in California.

Halloween Town was known for its rather festive magic. Attacking jack-o-lanterns does fit their M.O. But how did they get here, and why would they attack? Chairwoman Drosa's helicopter whooshed overhead, causing him to look up. She would be a highly valued target if there was to be an invasion...

"Madame Drosa," he called over the comms, "I recommend we pull out."

Aiden:
Serra Drosa

A young woman's voice was patched in, and at first she sounded quite put off. "Pull out now, in our moment of triumph?" Then there was a pause, until, "You must think the threat dire indeed."

The helicopter circled around once more to check the landing zone as gunfire and explosions echoed in the distance from all the clean-up duty. The grass and debris began to get blown aside by the propellers, and a familiar purple-haired woman wearing an army helmet appeared as the back loading ramp deployed. She was holding onto a support bar, and had a radio up to her face. "... situation under control, then? Border Command is likely closer, so expect a detachment to help round up any stragglers who may have slipped past the perimeter." Whomever was on the other end responded, the audio indistinct at a distance. Serra smiled. "I don't think the girls will mind a little more military."

Her smiling face turned to Agent Horrigan, and she beckoned for him to return.

MissingMandible:
Frank Horrigan:

"Alright, everyone, we're out of here," Horrigan called to his team over the comms.

He stood to the side of the ramp as his unit hustles in, before boarding the helicopter himself. First one on the field, last one off - a principle his father instilled into him in his youth. Upon taking his seat, he turned to face his charge, "Madame Drosa, was this an isolated incident? Or are we under attack?"

Aiden:
Serra Drosa

The congresswoman's had stood there at the loading ramp as well, waiting for them all with him, and now that she was sitting down and letting the adrenaline of the moment fall aside her smile fell just as hard. She pulled out one of her electronic devices and shook her head.

"The Home Guard are reporting incursions from the forests up north." Serra clenched one of her hands tightly into a fist. "Border Command disarmed a pumpkin bomb at one of the dockyards."

One of the other Custodians scowled beneath his helmet. "Those fucking monsters. Can't they tell the difference between us and those Jiralians?!"

"Yeah, we're not the ones trying to kill them off!" "You think they can even tell the difference between humans?"

MissingMandible:
Frank Horrigan:

This is a coordinated attack then, Frank thought. Whether it was a preemptive strike for a war, or if it was the doing of a terrorist cell matters little at this time.

"Ma'am," he said, "I must recommend for you to seek safety at the bunker. We must treat this as an attack, and the chain of command must be preserved."

Knowing that Serra Drosa likes to get hands on with military matters, Horrigan added "At least until the dust settles." a nearly imperceptible plea was there...

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