Jonny Saint's Fallout: The death of Rade Valhealen (Tech x ONL)
Rade sat on the small wooden chair in the N.C.R debriefing room. He touched the top of his forehead and winced at a healing scar. His whole body hurt in fact. The one light in the centre of the room flickered of the room Rade looked at the wall and noticed the mildew. That annoyed him.
“Why did all buildings reek of mildew in Mexico?” He thought to himself as he adjusted in the crappy little seat.
Then a lady in a suit walked in. It was a black suit with a bowietie around the collar. The woman herself was about 5’5 with ash blonde hair about shoulder length down tied into a pony tail. She looked about 40 and had a cracked hard face. She looked at Rade for several seconds before sitting down.
“Let’s get started Mr.Valhaelan.” She said before pulling out a large binder. She read several lines before looking back at Rade who just sat there with a smirk on his face.
“How about you just tell us the whole story?” She said turning on the Holorecorder.
Rade gave a small smile before leaning in.
“First off we’re going to need some coffee.” He said to his interviewer who just replied with an annoyed look.
In 5 minutes the interviewer arrived back with two mugs of coffee.
“Well, it all started when I met Elizabeth…”
-----2 weeks prior---The bar stank of tequila and old Brahmin shit. A fat balding Mexican wiped the counter with a rag that couldn't be any cleaning than the table itself. Rade sat by himself in the corner his eyes on the door. He was hunting down the Rameriaz brothers, two dirt bags who were once Diablo-Resistance lieutenants but since the death of Rodriguez Diablo they had picked up jobs with the Mexican Cartel.
He’d just wait his bottle of whiskey and shot glass keeping him company.