A day of rest

No news on the battle between the Plastics and the Aryan Warboys.

I still haven't decided who I want to win. The Plastics are abominations, and have lost what it means to be human, but the Warboys are racists and hypocrites.

With any luck they'll destroy each other.

Tomorrow, I'll requisition a vehicle and head over to see Sterling, but I don't think I'll be staying to observe. We'll keep an eye on the progress, but I don't think it requires my direct attention.

I still say we need to make that old water treatment facility an outpost. It's big enough for a five man operation to use as a base of operations, and there's a lot of good to be done in that particular area.

I think I'll head out there with Vanessa and a dog for some recon. She kept her head admirably during the incident with the EATR. And she's not bad to look at, either.

Start plans for that on Monday or Tuesday. Till then, it's raining just enough to take the edge off the heat. I think I'll grill some of the venison we picked up in Utah and sit outside with a beer.

Cheers.