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Micheal's power armor felt slightly comfortable on him, as it bought him a large amount of reassurance. He was going to need it greatly for his current environment. He walked through a small settlement snugly situated within the vicinity of L.A. Micheal calmly walked through the main gates, and into the medium sized shanty town. Micheal felt the gaze of two armed men burning into his back, as he walked past them slowly. His imposing structure, and armor would both cause him as much trouble as it would save him the hassle of certain wastelanders. Though there were groups of people, irrational people that felt it necessary to pick fights with men that were bigger than them, or people that simply harbored a grudge against the brotherhood would hamper his progress.

Micheals power armor rustled ever so slightly every time he took another step. Sometimes more unwise men would be ready to start trouble, but would stop before they saw Micheal's sheer size, and the types of weapons he was packing. Micheal's large mini-gun sat ever so menacingly as Micheal kept his hand on his hammer strapped to the left side of his hip. He walked quietly through the main walkways until his eyes rested on the Saloon. No one could see it, but Micheal had a small ghost of a smile on his face. A continuous flow of information flowed through saloons in any settlement within the wastes. Micheal had received a tip a few weeks ago that his target had come this way. He just hoped he could find her soon. Failure seemed to be looming over his shoulder whenever he looked back at the path he burned across the wastelands of North America.

Micheal's hand gripped his Super Sledge as he stepped through the door into the saloon. The blue streaks on Micheal's armor set him apart of nearly any uniform Brother Hood paladin, he just hoped that most would infer he wasn't looking for trouble. He would be in this shanty town for only a day or so, as he scoured the land for traces of his objective. Silence filled the air when Micheal entered. Silence was never a good sign. Micheal approached the bar, and sat down slowly. He met no gazes, which slowly resulted into mostly everyone going back to their conversations. Micheal let out a quiet breath, and squared his massive shoulders, which were evident even under his armor.

He decided he would rest his feet for a bit before he started asking around. He had been walking nearly the whole day, and he needed to refill his canteen. He always wanted bottles of clean water in his possession at all times in case of emergency. He would need it for the traveling he would be doing, so he established getting more water on top of refilling his canteen would be a safe and good idea.