A day there, a day to scavenge, and a day or so back. It should have been an easy loot run to an old abandoned base not far up the road. Boy, were we wrong. When Hotshot, our leader, came to me and asked to join him on an adventure I couldn’t refuse. After all, a mission just up the road in Ghost territory shouldn’t have been a problem. They WERE, after all, our greatest ally. He gave me a detailed packing list and I quickly scrounged up what I could before we left. The trail was a little boring but Hotshot had a nice singing voice so that brightened the road a little. By the time we had gotten there a pair of Ghost Scavengers had already arrived and were sifting through the damaged base. They paid us no attention as we approached. Hotshot motioned for me to stop outside as he entered the dark building. Outside the ruined base sat 3 cryotubes. The glass showing what was inside was covered in dirt. As I leaned in to brush it off, I must have accidentally triggered the on switch because the top opened rapidly on all of them. As I peered inside 3 grizzly bears leaped out at me. I leveled my gun at them but they, like the Ghosts, paid no attention to me. However, unlike me, the Ghosts paid a LOT of attention to the bears. Crack! Bang! Several shots rang out and one by one the bears fell to gunfire. Then, as soon as it had started, the firing stopped. Hotshot leaned out from the building and motioned for me to enter. As I did, he began disarming an incendiary proximity mine that had been placed as a trap. I noticed one nearby and began disarming that as well. We swept through the small building and began looting. Suddenly, we heard the battle cry of a rival faction. It sounded loud and thunderous, as if there was a horde of enemies charging. We exchanged glances and quickly ran outside to see the pair of ghosts run past us towards the enemy. They shouted their own battle cry in response but it was clear they had no chance. There were simply too many. As we watched, one charged headlong into the fray, firing wildly at the horde. His bullets wounded some, but not enough to make them fall. A moment later, a barrage of stick bombs pelted to poor Ghost and annihilated him. His comrade stop short and began firing into the horde as well, but he didn’t fair much better. Or at least, I don’t think he did. By the time we heard the explosions, we were already a football field away, hiding in some rock outcropping. We heard the cries get muffled briefly before a loud explosion ripped open the side of the building facing us. The horde poured through the building directly at us, screaming bloody murder. I locked eyes with Hotshot, and we both knew what was about to happen. There were far too many of them for us to handle. Hotshot began firing while I ran to the next outcropping of rocks. When I reached it, I spun around and began firing at the crowd. Most were only armed with clubs and spears, but many also had those damn sticky bombs, making it nearly impossible to kill them in close quarters. [i]If only we had our mortar...[/i] I thought as I fired a few shots. [i]We might have stood a chance. [/i] Hotshot fired a few more rounds before beginning to double back to me. He made it about 5 steps before a sticky bomb connected with his back and exploded, sending him face first into the dirt. As the crowd got closer, I began to backpedal as I fired. The last thing I remember was yelling “COME AT MEEEEE!” as a sticky bomb connected with my head. [spoiler][b][i]LOAD LAST SAVE -> ENTER[/i][/b][/spoiler]