"Aye cap'n!" John Henry slowly crept from the underbrush and silently made his way across the barren patch of dried mud separating him, and the rest of his squad, from the old stone wall surrounding the farm.
As he felt the reassuring coldness of the stones with his bare hands he sat up and rested his back to the wall while listening carefully. The guard had almost finished his round. The sound of his footsteps grew ever closer. Silence fell once again and now only one foot of stone separated John from the Brotherhood of Steel watchman.
John turned his attention upwards, drew his knife, let out a cough, and waited. Shortly the pale oval form of a face appeared above him and without hesitation John Henry thrust his blade upwards. It entered below the chin and went in to the handle much as easy as John himself had so often entered greased up whores at the local brothel. The body of the guard slumped forward and John reached up and pulled it over the wall laying it to rest beside him.
The rest of the squad now crept towards him to take shelter behind the wall. Well there the captain gave John a toothless grin.
"Well done, tho' I s'ppose you kno' dat that knife of yers 'll do lil' good upon entry."
"You keep them guns firing Captain, and I'll go in from the back, no sooner'll I use 'em guns than I die knife in hand."
The Captain nodded and reached into his pocket. As his hand appeared again it contained a few caps.
"To get you cross dat river John"
They stayed still to confirm that no additional guards were showing up, and then slowly made their way towards the wooden farm building. The Captain and the rest of the group, five younger Raiders in their mid twenties, took their positions by the door as John Henry swiftly went around to the back of the house.
As he reached his destination he peered into the one window which was not lit up. He had already counted the foes in the main room. Eight of them. There were probably more. Behind the stained window an empty bed could be seen, but not much more. The room looked lived in, but whoever was living there sure wasn't there right now.
A soft whistle was heard. The sound of attack.
John Henry smashed the window and hurled himself through it, all in one motion, while the sound of the front door being kicked in was heard from the other side of the house. John completed his leap in a somersault and rose as the door to the chamber started to open in front of him. Before it was fully open John stabbed the wrist of the hand on the door knob, severing the artery. The scream was drowned as a cacophony of gunfire, accompanied by the hollow sound of plasma rifles, was heard from the main room.
They had been prepared.
John kicked the door fully open and in an upwards motion quickly found the sweet spot between the pelvis and the body armor of a Brotherhood apprentice with his blade. A soft fruity noise was heard when he furiously drove the knife and half his hand into the young man.
Before John lay a short corridor leading to the main room. Two pairs of doors were just opening, with more apprentices scrambling out of them, all heading towards the fight with their backs to John Henry. Without thinking John leapt at their backs and, with his right hand, thrust his knife into the lower spine of the last unarmored apprentice. His left hand nimbly produced another knife which he jammed, with full force, into the eyeball of a second apprentice who turned around with a surprised look in his face.
John tugged his right hand knife free from the firm spinal grip, crouched, and hacked it straight into the anal opening of a third, all naked, apprentice. That knife he considered to be lost forever. The sphincter was cut open and a stench spread in the corridor when the boy's feces came oozing out. The naked apprentice fell with agony, and John swiftly crushed his throat under his knee. As Henry braced himsels to leap upon the last apprentice's back he felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder and staggered backwards clutching his chest. The apprentice turned towards him, weapon drawn. But no shot was needed. John Henry took one final step forward before slumping to the ground.
The ballad of John Henry
The ballad of John Henry
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