C237 Short Stay

"Ah... Damn it!"

Moorer emerged from the logistics vehicle, cursing under his breath with a stack of freshly written autopsy reports in hand. Helen and the rest quickly gathered around him.

"What's the situation, Moorer?" Helen inquired, "Is there anything unusual about this Death Claw?"

"Absolutely! We've got a serious problem!" Moorer said with a look of distress