[b][i]Making the Holidays Interesting Again[/i][/b] [b]In the Woods Just Beyond the Dojo[/b] [i]The hulking figure bristling with armor and guns that was the Courier had been stalking something out in the forests for quite some time. He'd left his Vertibird late in the morning, carrying an old wood-furnished Remington 870 shotgun, with a Native American chieftain's headdress atop his helmet, a pilgrim hat atop the barrel of his Browning, which faced the sky. He never had been able to enjoy the traditional Thanksgiving meal; considering the post-apocalyptic wastelands of the Mojave Desert lacked turkeys, or mashed potatoes, for that matter. Hopefully, the forests of the Dojo had what he was hunting. After about four hours, the Courier emerged, shotgun slung over his back, four turkeys in hand, hanging upside down, dripping blood. Now he just had to clean them and smoke them. Heading back to his aircraft, he was surprised to see Jackson and Rose, who looked ready for combat. [/i] We've got a problem, Wilson. [i]The Courier sighed as Wolfe spoke.[/i] GOD DAMMIT I JUST WANNA EAT TURKEY AND MASHED POTATOES! Wilson, Atlas has the kid that tried to rob you. [i]Wolfe said, cutting to the point.[/i] And? What the hell do I care? Wilson, they'll kill him if they don't get what they're after. They're after us. [i]He replied, knowing that his grave time would have no effect on Wilson.[/i] Look dude, I ain't surrendering myself for that little pickpocket. F*ck that. [i]A voice suddenly cut through Wilson's comms.[/i] Alex, we're not going to surrender. If they want us, they've got to fight for us. [i]Crow replied, a hint of excitement in his voice.[/i] And I have a plan. It's going to require your specialties as well... [i]Wilson stopped for a moment and thought it over.[/i] So I can basically murderize the living sh*t outta someone? [i]He asked.[/i] If it comes to that, go for it. I'd prefer them live, but I'm more worried about that boy. Don't need any more innocent blood on my hands. [i]Clarkson replied, his last statement said with an air of regret.[/i] You got a bead on the bastards? [i]Just as Wilson finished speaking, a voice cut Clarkson's channel off, an arrogant and rather upbeat one.[/i] Well, ladies and gentlemen, I do believe we are down to the line. I think you know how I want this to go. All of you, all of us, clearing at the coordinates provided. We give you the kid, you surrender. Simple game. I'd promise you your lives, but that's up to Uncle Sam. [i]Atlas said.[/i] You have one hour. Don't be late. WHY THE F*CK CAN I NEVER ENJOY ANYTHING?!? [i]Wilson shouted.[/i] [spoiler]Closed.[/spoiler]