Fallout: Return to DC (IC)
"Can anyone tell me why we're out here?" The older man asked.
He may not have been facing the 2 men or the dog, but he was definitely talking to them while they stood at attention. The 4 must have been standing around in the shack for at least an hour. After moments of silence one of the younger men spoke up timidly.
"We don't know sir, you brought us out here and never said-" The dog barked, cutting him off.
"That's right Ghost... we're waiting for a bounty broker who operates in this shack to come back home. See, the broker left to retrieve a number of wanted fliers with our names and faces on them. He'll post them up in this den and handle the caps every time one of us goes down. Been chasing this vermin since we found him in the Junkyard a while back." The room went quiet again, but only for a moment. "I was hoping that one of you two rookies would have made a connection on just where we were. Seein' as this snake's face and last seen location are posted up at the HQ and our current location doesn't match anyone else but him. Then there's the fact my mug is right over there."
The older man points his shotgun to a wall of wanted posters where a younger version of himself stares back at him:
Wanted for enforcing Regulator law, interrupting slaver business, and the murder of one Andrew the Meat Cleaver
Dead or Alive: 1500 Caps
Last seen: Operating out of Regulator HQ
Ghost quickly lifts his head and looks towards the door, Clay and the two rookies take their positions quickly but quietly so they can get the drop on him. Butch the bounty broker opens the door and enters the shack before he stops, almost sensing he is in danger. Before he can act a rookie pounces and pins him to the wall but Butch pulls his lucky switchblade and rams him full of holes. Before the rookie and hit the ground dead, Butch is out the door. Butch nearly peaks the first hill when Ghost tackles him from behind and before Butch and strike with his switchblade large mechanical fist crushes his fighting hand. Butch screams as the switchblade is crushed into his hand, Clayton rolls him over and sits on his chest still gripping the hand.
"Butch, that back there was the last regulator you will be responsible for killing. By Regulator law you are hear by sentenced to death for aiding criminal activity, paying for the murder of Regulators, and the rape and murder of Silver. How do you plea?" Clay crushed his hand some more, causing the snake to cry out in pain again "That's what I thought."
The wasteland echoed with the sound of buckshot a moment later.
"Welcome to Crater side supply, home to famed author Moira Brown, how can I help you?" Asked the young man behind the counter as a stranger entered. He was obviously distracted and elsewhere in his mind, could it be that he was stuck on some personal thoughts or was he busy listening to the headset on his head. *THE STRANGER CAN BE ONE OF YOU!*