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Oh, I loved this last chapter!! Its an excellent idea! wish I had come up with it... =P
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Cheers, tell you what bud, come up with an idea of some medicine, or even food that could incorporate artefacts and i'll build something around it and name it after you.

PS: You know Davis, i'm beginning to think you and Dania are the only ones still reading, so thank you very much to both of you
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Oh, I loved this last chapter!! Its an excellent idea! wish I had come up with it... =P
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Chapter 13

“You know, I’m starting to get pretty bored of scrambling around in the dark”
“But there hasn’t been an Emission this time.”
Wingnut clicked his torch on and picked the python up, pulling the level back to release the chamber “Empty” he put the python back down and picked the SIG back up and made his way to the door and then outside. The tunnel was clear and his first thought was of Bladewraith. He ran to the Generator Room, the electros buzzed and hummed, but another noise was evident in the black, I low wincing noise. Wingnut shone the light around the room until it came upon the shelves where he spotted his friend, clasping his hands in his shoulders wincing from the pain. He carefully dodged the anomalies until he could reach his friend.
“You alright there bud, what happened?”
“Oh, fine and Dandy. What d’you think?”
“Right come here” Wingnut held the torch between his teeth and grabbed Bladewraith with both hands and dragged him out of the shelf until Bladewraith was able to stand
“Come on, let’s get the doc to check you over”
Wingnut aided Bladewraith as they walked back to the main door, but as it slowly opened, revealing Tamara waiting patiently Wingnut remembered the power.
“Take him, I’ll go sort the power out”
Tamara grabbed hold of Bladewraith and Wingnut disappeared off, returning them to the pitch black of the main room
“One of these days I’ll remember to get a torch”
“Belt…” was all Bladewraith said through the pain, his hands were shaking slightly
She felt around his waist trying to find the torch he spoke of but quickly pulled her hand back when she accidentally groped his backside in her search
“Hey… you gotta pay extra for that.” Bladewraith tried his best to laugh
Eventually she laid hands on the pouch containing his torch and clicked it on before moving him over to the couch, to have a look at his hands.

Wingnut looked around the room, he assumed when the anomaly had discharged it had moved the cables he had used to harness the power, but it was worse than that. Only one of the cables had moved, and it had been thrown into another anomaly, and difference in power is what had caused the outage, it had cross phased and blown the buffer. It would take a while to fix, so he went through and explained the problem to Bladewraith and Tamara. When he walked in he saw Tamara bandaging Bladewraith’s hands.
“How is he?”
“I’m fine!”
“Pretty bad burning to the hands, luckily it looks like that’s the only major problems he’s got?”
“He was close enough for it to have killed him.”
“He said he was on the shelf… perhaps it acted as a faraday cage.”
“I said I’m fine!”
“OK, we heard you the first time, you’ve blown the buffer, and I’ll have it fixed in a couple of hours. Get some rest!”
Bladewraith ignored the last part of the comment, and watched Wingnut leave, and before Tamara could turn to order him to bed, he’d got up and walked over to the armoury, in the faint light given off by his torch which Tamara had laid down on the table.
“Where’d you think you’re going, she asked”
“Bring the torch over here would ya.”
Tamara picked up the torch and walked over and handed it to him.
“If you can’t hold it yourself, then you’re going to bed.” She knew full well he wouldn’t be able to hold it with his hands bandaged like that.
“Fine” was his only response as he took it from her with both hands and placed it in his mouth; he continued looking around the armoury
“That’s not what I meant!” she argued but quickly realised he was ignoring her.
He looked through the cupboards for the first time and realised they were full of boxed ammunition, spare mags, silencers, scopes and importantly, torches. He grabbed one and clicked awkwardly, but nothing happened, he clicked it again before putting it down on the counter and search again for batteries, it took all of 30 seconds to find several boxes on the bottom shelf. He picked one out and handed it to Tamara along with the torch.
“There you go…” she looked at what she’d been given and understood his actions a little better
“Bribing me with a torch, doesn’t mean you get to stay up late.”
“It does if you’ve got a flame back there somewhere,”
“A what?” Tamara looked dumbfounded, and Bladewraith was confused until he remembered the notes, everything was AT-something or other, the team hadn’t known what Stalkers call them
“An orange sphere artefact”
She disappeared into the back but after a while came back with nothing, and shrugged her shoulders
“Ok, get me one that looks like an eye, only it’s a sort of orangey colour” once again she disappeared into the back and after another minute, shouted out
“I think I’ve found the right one, but it’s radioactive.”
“For god’s sake,” Bladewraith stood up and walked through the lab. He didn’t need his torch in the artefact storage room, each container shone out lighting up large portions of the room. He found her with a worried look on her face,
“Why’d you want it?” she sounded genuinely worried
“I assume you tested it, and know it can heal wounds.”
“Yeah but at the cost of flooding the damaged part of the body with radiation”
“It’s fine” he opened the container with difficulty and put his hands inside, quickly the pain began to fade, away, and once it was at a level he was comfortable with he took his hands out and walked over to the container filled with three bubble artefacts. And repeated the process, but left his hands inside much longer.
Tamara looked on completely bemused. Until he pulled his hands out and closed the container. He began to remove his bandages and one they were off, the wounds were almost completely healed, and he had full movement back in his hands.
“That’s… scary and amazing all at the same time”
“Listen, you look at things from a scientific viewpoint, we look at things for survival.”
“But is the radiation gone?”
“Should be. Bubbles are very effective, never tried combine the power of three at once I have to admit.”
“Incredible” was all she could say the grin appearing across his face almost made him look demonic when highlighted by the green glow emanating from the container with the Bubbles.
“Now how’d you like to learn something you’d never learn outside the Zone?”
“Like what?”
“Come with me” replied Bladewraith, as he left the artefact room and clicked his torch back on following his beam of light to the armoury. He searched the cupboards for some Heavy duty gloves, a camping stove and gas, a mess tin and a Medkit. Tamara then followed him to the kitchen where he put all the items on the counter and collected some tin foil, an empty jar, a bottle of olive oil, a wooden spoon, pestle and mortar and some lemon juice. He set the Gas Stove up and lit it on a low heat placing the mess tin on top to warm it up, he strapped his head torch on to make things easier.
“Ok, so today on Ready Steady Cooking in the Zone, we’ll be preparing a simple but effective healing ointment, we want the mess tin warm not hot.” He ripped some sections of tin foil away from the roll and laid them out on the counter. Tamara merely looked on and nodded occasionally. Bladewraith then put both gloves on one hand just about and made his way to the artefact room and came back for a Jellyfish in one hand and an Eye in the other with the gloves on. He placed the Eye in the Pestle and Mortar and began grinding it up
“What are you doing!” cried Tamara, obviously shocked that he was destroying such a valuable artefact
“It’s ok, don’t worry. This stuff is expensive to make, for obvious reasons but it’s worth it.”
“Umm… ok” obviously still panicking as he finished grinding and gently poured the fine powder onto one of the tin foil sheets.
“Ah, could you get my pack of my bed” Tamara didn’t question the request, just disappeared and reappeared a minute late with his old back pack. He finished grinding the Jellyfish up and poured it out onto another tin foil sheet, before shuffling around inside his pack and pulled out three old Kiwi boot polish tins. Opening up the Medkit, he pulled out some Antiseptic Cream, and a box of Painkillers. He broke open the painkillers and placed the powder contents on a piece of tin foil

He got rid of everything he didn’t need and was left with a pile of Ground Jellyfish, another of Ground Eye, a smaller pile of Painkiller powder, the Lemon Juice, Olive Oil, Antiseptic Cream and the wooden. He poured an ample amount of olive oil into the now warm mess tine and poured each of the powders into the tin as well and gentle began stirring the mixture with the wooden spoon he picked up the tube of Antiseptic Cream and squirted a small dollop into the mix, followed by a small dash of lemon juice.
“Ah Bugger! Stir this gently” Tamara walked around the side and stirred away while Bladewraith quickly dashed into the pantry and grabbed some bicarbonate of soda. And poured a little in. and took over stirring again
“Ok… the Eye heals wound right” Tamara nodded “but it gives off Radiation, the Jellyfish on the other hand removes Radiation”
“Ok, but so does that Bubble artefact you used before”
“True, but one Bubble removes as much radiation as three Jellyfishes. And the Eye artefact gives out the same amount of radiation that the Jellyfish can remove. So rather than using three Eyes and a Bubble, which is rather expensive 1 Eye and 1 Jelly Fish works out cheaper and is more than enough for personal use.”
“Ok, it’s a cost thing then”
“Pretty much, the oil helps mix the artefacts up and allows the mixture to be absorbed into the skin faster. The Artefacts don’t however fight infection, that’s what the antiseptic cream is for, not brilliant but a lot better than nothing.
“And the painkillers numb the area so the cream doesn’t sting I assume.”
“Correct” the mixture was starting to thicken and he turned off the gas. And took scoops and scraped them into the old Polish Tins
“But what about the lemon”
“If you were hurt and I came to help with something that smelt as bad as this stuff, you wouldn’t want it.”
“You mean you make it smell nice.”
“Pretty much” Bladewraith poured the rest of the mixture that didn’t fit in the tins into the empty jar for easier storage. He then handed her one of the tins, “one for you, one for me, and one for Wingnut”
“Where did you learn this stuff, a guy we met a couple of years back, taught us, they say he was the first ever Stalker”
“Wow, but how, why, I thought you Stalkers sold everything you found”
“Most do, take into account, me and Wingnut, we’re not Artefact hunters, we’re explorers, which by definition means we’re far away from help most of the time. Most Stalkers, get hurt, make their way to a safe area, and get treated by a Medic, this is something for carrying around and is bloody expensive to make, and this is the first batch I’ve made for some time. But you can make a lot of money making this stuff, providing you get the mixture right.”
Tamara’s response was interrupted by the lights coming back on.
“Ah, Finally” Exclaimed Bladewraith

End of Chapter

As always, post comments i want to know what people like and don't like, the artefact science and ointment thing is something i've been toying with for a while, i like it but does anyone else?
  11:39:46  16 February 2011
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Chapter 12

The duo stood up and looked at each other, silently trying to figure out what needed doing to prepare them to escort Tamara all the way to Rostock. It would’ve almost been easier to go to the Cordon and get Sidorovich to send the Transmission but, he’d listen in and try it on and it was too much of a risk. Barkeep had a secure… ish room to use for the radio and we could make sure no one could listen in.
“Right, I’m going to check if that Land Rover out front will ever work again.”
“Shouldn’t I have a look at it?”
“Listen, Land Rovers are my sort of vehicle, I’ve owned and repaired plenty, in know what I’m doing.”
“Ok, fair enough, it’d massively reduce travelling time anyway; I’ll get the compressor and transmission frequencies and a few other things together, and then meet you out there if you need any help.”
“Sound, see if you can find something for the Doc” with that Bladewraith clicked the main door controls and walked through casually, it slowly closed behind him.

Crack Crack… Crack Crack 9mm reports travelled though the door almost instantly straight to Wingnut, who grabbed a SIG P226 from the armoury counter and darted for the door hitting the controls in his haste, as the door slowly opened Tamara ran out of the Lab to find out what the noise was. Wingnut raised the pistol to aim as the door opened; a final report rang out as Wingnut stepped out, to see Bladewraith crouched aiming straight down the tunnel.
“What you got… you ok?”
“Fine, just a few rodents, decided to make home in our tunnel here.”
“You hurt?”
“Nah mate I’m fine, it’s all clear.” Bladewraith stood and continued forward towards the damaged Land Rover as Wingnut made his way back inside. From what he could see the Land Rover was in ok condition as far as the Engine bay and lower half the structure was concerned. However, when the Merlin had crashed and slid down the tunnel, assumingly at great speed to have travelled so far, it somehow only clipped the Land Rover, tearing the Windshield, Roof and Side Bulkheads off. He pulled the Bonnet release and it popped up with ease. It was drivable, all for half a tank of fuel that had. Metal rusted much quicker inside the Zone for some reason, some thought it was the increased acidity of the rain, others thought the Radiation effected it, most thought it was a combination of the two, no one was ever certain. But this Land Rover looked in relatively good nick, apart from the upper half. The only reasonable explanation was the tunnel had protected it.

Bladewraith unclipped the air filter and peered inside. “Paper filters, thank god for that” he unscrewed the casing and banged it on the mangled panels; massive clouds of black dust flew out. A few minutes later and the clouds ceased. And Bladewraith put it back together. Checking the oil, it was low, not by much but enough so make a difference. The water had all but disappeared from the radiator and the fan belt Rubber was cracked and warn. After another ten minutes and he’d checked the other fluids and parts and all looked reasonable enough, bits and pieces would need fixing or replacing after a while, but it’d get them to the boat. Bladewraith made his way back inside.

Wingnut turned to see the main door main door opening; he’d managed to find the frequencies in a simple ring bound book. But he’d been staring intently over a 6” Colt Python for to long, he hadn’t got any of Tamara’s kit ready yet. Tamara was just coming of the Lab, placing the final set of documents and a disk into a large, transparent, waterproof Zip Lock folder. Wingnut was searching through the armoury for some kit for Tamara.
“How’d it go?”
“Need a bit of work, but nothing major. Did you notice any spares or fluids lying around?”
“Umm, I think so actually, large box at the back.”
With that Bladewraith went back outside and into the Generator Room, only to lay eyes on the box at the back which clearly stated ‘Land Rover Spares’, only problem was the between Bladewraith and the Box, was a fairly large electro Anomaly, the one that was powering the base in fact. The only way he could see of getting to the box was to crawl along the shelf and drag it back. So he climbed onto the shelving that was running along the back wall, and tried to shuffle along, however the upright supports were a squeeze to get through, especially as he had to be careful, hoping not to set the Anomaly off. He got to the uprights before the box, but they were twisted slightly, and not big enough to fit through. Reaching at the his full length he could almost touch the box, he tried and tried but couldn’t quite reach it, after 5 minutes he gave up, he need something to grab it with.

He began shuffling backwards to get off the shelf, when a small tin that had been on the shelf dropped off and rolled into the room, as the Electro burst into life, bolts of electricity appeared from nowhere arching across the floor and into the air with explosive speed, arch flashes made contact with the shelving, and his hands, that were in contact with them jolted involuntarily as the current passed through them. A single arch made contact with his forearm burning the skin painfully. A small bang came from the other side of the room.

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“Umm, I think so actually, large box at the back.”
Wingnut put the Python down as the main door closed once more, he liked it, he wanted it and he would have it. There was no point in spending too long staring at it; Tamara however watched his eyes on it. Never before had she been worried about the minds of her new friends. But watching Wingnut pay more attention to a gun then… well her was almost upsetting. She put it to the back of her mind. I guess when you’re fighting for your life, Guns are more important than women.
“You know, I think Manning had something you might like.” She disappeared in the sleeping room and returned a few moments later holding a Kangaroo Leather Aus Hat, minus the corks and a leather revolver Holster for the Python, it had .357 rounds looped into the belt for easy access. He smiled as he laid eyes on the holster, the hat wasn’t to his liking, but the holster was perfect. He was about to speak when they were plunged into darkness once more.

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  01:44:39  16 February 2011
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... and comments or suggestions are always welcome.
Ok.
Comment: great story that slowly gets better so it can't be much better.
Suggestion: Keep writing, the longer the story gets the better.
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Comment: thank you very much

Suggestion: duely noted, with the current arch i've got there's plenty chapters of similar size to come, i'm currently aiming at around 20 - 25, so doubling the current number, problem is i now look back at the already posted chapters and realise how much more i could've done. shame but oh well.

Hopefully... i'll have the next chapter tomorrow, depends on how busy i am at work. but keep the comments coming, any suggestions will be taken seriously and worked in if possible.
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Ok.
Comment: great story that slowly gets better so it can't be much better.
Suggestion: Keep writing, the longer the story gets the better.
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Oh yee man!! This is awesome! Loved the line of "If the bandits find out we are carrying these documents, tough will be a walk in the park!" =P Never heard that before!
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Cool, thanks!

I've some how out of no where got a massive story arch that sprnag to mind. but putting it together is proving difficult so that it all fits. hence the last couple of chapters have been shorter then the others, trying to include everything i need to carry on properly is... time consuming... but hey, it's better then doing my real work.

Again cheers for the comment, nice to know someone's still reading. and comments or suggestions are always welcome.
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Oh yee man!! This is awesome! Loved the line of "If the bandits find out we are carrying these documents, tough will be a walk in the park!" =P Never heard that before!
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Chapter 11

Shots whizzed past his head, his own fire suppressed any form of aimed shot onto him… but each time these men took a blind shot over the top of the barricades, sand would burst up from the ground informing him they were getting close, in fact if it hadn’t been for the recoil on their AK 47s more of their shots would have impacted ever closer, he covered himself behind a mud wall, it always amazed him, that this most simplistic of structures could stop 30Cal, let alone the pathetic calibre the insurgents were sending his way. Even then it felt to him like it was getting smaller and smaller, and he was an ever easier target, each round he sent down kept their heads at bay but was returned tenfold. The street was all but empty now, he looked towards Abdul… he’d stopped twitching, a circle of blood stretched out around him and this face was pale… if he wasn’t dead yet, he would be soon, there was nothing that he could do for him now, shots rang out from left and right, two Snatch Land Rovers appeared from the east firing away with their 50 Cal Brownings while a foot patrol appeared from the west, he kept his head down waiting for the all clear.
“Medic!” he heard one of the Marines to the west shout. “Man down!”
“Shit” replied was his only response, more to himself, he leant out and fired several suppressive bursts, until the breach on his M4 locked back informing him he was down to his last mag. “Shit” he said once more.

Bladewraith fired another two volleys before the building he’d been watching with Abdul suffered several missile strikes, sending debris flying everywhere, it was then he was able to hear the AH-64 Apache Longbow nearby obliterating the insurgent’s defences. Several explosions later and chunks of debris began landing all around Bladewraith, he covered his head from the bulk before a support beam crashed down on top of him.


Clunk, the sound of the door to the sleeping room closing sprang Bladewraith from his slumber.
“Wakey Wakey rise and sh…!” shouted Wingnut before remembering not to surprise Bladewraith like that as he looked down the barrel of Bladewraith’s Berretta. His natural reactions had forced him to wake, open his eyes and draw his Pistol to aim all at once. It had saved their lives before, but always scared Wingnut when he was the cause. Tamara on the other hand looked positively terrified. Bladewraith lowered his gun and exhaled; he holstered it and looked at the pair apologetically.
“Sorry… Sorry, you know what I’m like”
“No it’s fine, it’s fine… Cuppa?”
“Sure, sleep well?”
Wingnut shrugged, Tamara still looked pale but a while later, and after a brew and a tin of All Day Breakfast she seemed a lot happier, with much more colour in her cheeks. She excused herself to the bathroom.
“So what’s the Plan?” Asked Wingnut
“Well, that depends on the Doc.” Wingnut merely nodded “If she wants to, I think we should get her out.”
“It’s gonna cost…”
“I know, but have you looked at the research notes in the place, it would more then cover the cost.”
“First things first… we need to ask her what she wants to do.”
Tamara re-entered the room to a quick hush, something that didn’t go unnoticed
“OK… what’s up?”
“We were just discussing what to do next…”
“Any thoughts?” Added Bladewraith
“Well, I don’t know, I’m stuck here now so I thought I might be able to come with you.” Tamara was genuinely worried about them leaving her alone again.
“We thought… we might be able to make contact with your superiors back home, they might be able to get you out.”
“Really… but how?”
“There are plenty of ways out of the Zone… for a Price of course. But we figured a copy of the research notes you’ve got here would more then cover the cost.”
Tamara nodded; she had no trouble with the document being used to buy her freedom. And she knew that the duo would sell most of the kit in the base so that would help them as well.
“Sure, but I think I’ll need a copy for my superiors as well.”
“Well why don’t you print out… 1, 2, 3 copies… keep the originals for yourself, make it look like they weren’t copied, one for us, one for Sakharov, and one for that new lab that’s just started up near Yanov.”
“It’ll be worth a lot… more than enough to cover your costs, as well as pay for a few thing for us. Once you’re ready, we can move out to Rostock, it’s a long journey, but Barkeep, will have a transmitter we can use. Do you know the frequencies?”
“They should be written down somewhere, look through the desk” she pointed at the computer in the armoury that’s the… was the main uplink.“
“Right, get started, we’ll figure out the best route and get some kit sorted for you. And any videos that don’t have names in them download them to disk, that’s be worth it as well” Tamara looked questioningly at Bladewraith for this last comment “Anything with names in them would point to a NATO presence in the Zone… Plausible deniability!”
“Ok.” Tamara disappeared into the lab and Bladewraith and Wingnut sat a while longer
“I wanna keep this place a secret. It’ll be our hideout in case things get rough.”
“If the Bandits find out, we’re carrying these documents; rough would be a walk in the park.”

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  15:19:24  14 February 2011
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Tamara looked into the emptiness of the room, a great void inside which light couldn’t exist, ‘if only one of them had left me a torch for God’s sake!’ she thought to herself., she felt her way around the couch, before the incident with the controller they would keep emergency supplies hidden in every room, dotted all over the place. She hoped that one of those places would be underneath one of the two couches. Her hand reached underneath, and found something hard and she pulled, only then did she realise that the hard object wasn’t a box of any variety, just part of the chair itself. Her searching hand continued along the underside of the chair, she reached the end of side of the couch, nothing. She sat back down on the couch and stared out into the darkness.

Tamara was sat on the couch she’d already checked, but the other couch was facing her, with a coffee table in between, all she had to do was reach out, find the coffee table, walk round it, check the other couch and hopefully find the box underneath. But in complete and total darkness it’s not the simplest of things to do. She leaned forwards and reached out for the table starting high, she lowered her had down, waiting for it to come into contact with the table, her hand lowered to the level she believed the table to be at but she felt nothing, she continued to lower it a little further until her fingertips touched nothing, she leaned further forwards and repeated her actions until she was rewarded with the feel of wood, she stood and braced herself on the table as she walked along its edge, until she’d rounded two corners, by logic she must have been on the opposite side of the table now. She reached back with her foot until it made contact with something solid, she thought about trying to reach over with her hand but when she tried she realised she was off completely balance, she’d found the couch but she’d need to… she flayed her arms wildly as she lost balance completely and hit the floor hard on her side. “Oww!” was all she managed to say to herself. Suddenly the room burst into light, and the door began to open. She jumped to her feet and quickly sat back down on the couch she’d been sat on hoping they wouldn’t have known she’d been trying to walk around in the dark.

“All fixed!” Exclaimed Bladewraith as the duo walked back into the room.
“What happened?” she asked
“basically we made a very simple buffer system out of the one in the old generator that was out of fuel, we’d linked this to the Electro Anomalies in the room to provide power for the bunker” Explained Wingnut, obviously very proud of the work he’d done “Emissions move anomalies, sometimes only a little, sometimes a lot, the emission moved the Electro we were using about 2 feet, not far compared to some we’ve seen, but enough to cut the circuit.”
“So we’re ok until the next Emission?”
“Maybe longer… but yeah”
“Right then campers, feel free to carry on ‘Chatting’ but I’m gonna go work on a few things out here,”
“Crack on. I’m going back to bed.” Replied Wingnut
“Yeah same, I’m tired”
Bladewraith raised his eyebrows at Tamara, whose look of distain spread across her face. ‘Was everything a cock joke to this guy?’ she thought. They made their way back inside as Bladewraith made his way to the kitchen counter and set about making himself a cup of tea. The water boiled quickly, he thought it odd but know more than that

Bladewraith looked over to the table and noticed two half empty mugs and realised Wingnut and Tamara had boiled the kettle recently, which was why it had boiled quickly for him. He took his brew and went through the lab and into the Artefact room. They hadn’t cleaned the place up since his scuffle with Tamara. He looked inside the containment chambers; they must’ve collected hundreds of thousands of Roubles worth of Artefacts before the incident. Eyeing clipboards attached to the chambers, he picked one up a gave it a read. He noted the name of it was AT-013, he assumed that was its designation, seeing as the team never made contact with the Stalker Community so they probably never found out it’s more common name of Mama’s Beads. Most of it was scientific mumbo jumbo as far as he was concerned, all about causing increased platelet count on subjects allowing the body to heal quicker followed by graphs and charts explaining the theories as to how it does what it does, he put the clipboard back down. He made his way to a chamber containing 3 Stone Flower artefacts, to see what the board said about the artefact Bladewraith had given Wingnut.

Bladewraith gave this board a proper read for curiosity’s sake, he understood Biology, Chemistry and Physics, but nowhere near the level that was explained on the boards in front of him.
AT-023, Formed by pieces of Granite like Stone, succumbing to Powerful Localised Gravitational Forces present in the Zone Anomaly SA-06, the result is extensive crystallisation in the rock and alteration of Base Structure Elements, beyond that which occurs in Nature.
Bladewraith had to read this sentence several times to fully understand it.
Average size ranges from 80 – 100mm diameter at the widest point of the non uniform structure, weighing in at between 489g – 507g. As with all Granite rock, the emission of Radon Gas (RN - 86) is present however the radiation released appears more highly concentrated and as a result becomes more ionized. Thus resulting in the artefact being mildly radioactive, however not highly compared with other Artefacts that we have discovered. Namely AT-007, AT-008 & AT-010 which are 3 times more ionising.
At this point Bladewraith’s attention was drifting. He decided to skip ahead to the positive effects, which he knew were protecting Stalkers from Psi-Emissions, to a point at least.
It appears AT-023 has many beneficial properties. The primary of which, is similar in effect to Cannabidiol (CBD), it presents mild sedative effects, however studies on the indigenous Wildlife namely S-001 suggests it increases alertness, and temporarily alters the Metabolism in the Liver, the beneficial properties of the artefact also appear to reduce, inflammation, anxiety, and nausea, as well as inhibit cancer cell growth. This is extremely important on the world stage; possible medical benefits include the use in conjunction with Chemotherapy to reduce the damage done to the Non-Cancer affected regions of the human body by inhibiting cell mutation caused by the antineoplastic drugs. These effects of AT-023 appear 3 times greater than that of CBD commonly found in Cannabis. In November 2007, it was reported that CBD found in cannabis reduces growth of aggressive human breast cancer cells in vitro and reduces their invasiveness. As well as research that suggests that CBD acts as an anti-psychotic and may counteract the potential effects of THC on individuals with latent schizophrenia.
Bladewraith’s eyes and brain were beginning to strain. It was only 05:00 hours after all. He skipped ahead past the graphs and charts to single line summary at the bottom of the page
highly recommended for further Analysis, Testing and Trials.
“Fucking hell!” Bladewraith said to himself “I gave him something quite special then.”

With that Bladewraith put the board back down and walked out of the room and sat on the couch and finished his cuppa. Wingnut and he weren’t in the Zone for the massive money making, they were there for the freedom and to look out for each other, but he couldn’t help but realise that the equipment and artefacts here would make them rich men, but research in this place, would make them millionaires in the outside world.

End of Chapter

As stated above, sorry if you don't like the Science Stuff, it's been something i've been working on for a while, i've written up loads of documents about artefacts and how they would do the things they are suppose to do, in the real world.

The things i do when i get bored!

Thanks for reading
 
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