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The gates of the down rolled open, and through them came a few well-armed locals, Chinese Assault Rifles in all their grips. They wore tattered brown clothing and old leather boots, like uniforms. One of them wrapped a cloth around his face, another had goggles, and their leader, an older man with slicked back, grey hair. They looked down at Marcus, and at his follower.

"Get him and take him inside", the older man said, motioning for his men to pick up Marcus' unconcious body. As they pulled him in, the older man stared at the straggling follower. "And what are you doing out here? It's dangerous, come inside before it gets you."
He strode in the gate halfway, then turned around.

"Oh yeah: Welcome to Baskerville."

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Marcus awoke in a dark room, feeling cool and strangely better than before. He sat up, his body seeming to have returned to it's normal state. He felt the area where the supermutant's hammer had smashed him; bandaged. He lay down again, exhaling.
He had no idea where he was, but he didn't really care. He felt a slight annoyance at the fact that someone had actually helped him. He draped his arm over his face, letting the feeling of calm wash over him for a moment. He wanted to know where he was, but he was too tired.

He'd find out when he woke up.