Day 9

Well, technically anyway. Its just an hour or so past midnight, and I'm getting ready to head out to that Fallen nest. Fallen don't really have any kind of sleep pattern, for me to try to catch them napping. No, I'm sneaking there at night in the hopes that I can take out as many as possible before they can see me in the dark. Ideally, I can either get to a doorway unspotted and just chuck in a grenade or two, or they'll be spread out enough in the dark to take one at a time.

Bad part is...there's several houses out there. A few still have at least a partial second story intact, and chances are pretty good that every damned one has a basement. All I know is that the nest is in there, somewhere. So, not only do I have to kill the Fallen, I have to find them. I also have to be careful that none of them stumble across me unawares while I'm scouting. And I have to be thorough, make sure I get all of them. Otherwise, I tell folks that job's done, area's safe and clear, and someone gets killed by a straggler. 

Which is less than ideal.

Traded Max one of my guns, plus ammo for it. Got a few grenades, and he talked their blacksmith into cutting off a length of the shotgun's barrels. I'm leaving the rest of my stuff inside the house they're letting me use. Max assured me that he and the Guard will keep my stuff safe. I also rigged a couple surprises of my own, nothing personal against the guy. Nothing lethal, just a snare and a little something that'd be a little more humiliating than anything else.

So, I am heading out to try to find and then cleanse a whole nest of Fallen, full number undetermined, exact location unknown. I have my trusty rifle for long-distance work, grenades if I can catch them in a group, shotgun for close-up, and pistol as backup. And of course, if all else fails, I have Disc. If things get that bad, though, I might have to just cut and run, try again tomorrow night.