Jack got up and rolled his eyes. "I can't breath fire I can however do this." He reached into his bag producing a nuka cola Quantum which he drank. Then he pulled a lighter holding it in front of his mouth he spewed out the soft drink as burned a bright blue. "Not exactly breathing fire but pretty damn close, learned the trick from some raiders I was scouting out." He smiled and took handing them two hundred caps.

Just as he was about to shake hands with Patrick when a man burst in, demanding to speak with him. "You two count your caps and enjoy the your drinks." He told them turning to look at the new arrival.

"I assume your either here to kill me or offer your assistance. We can talk but you do it here, the people here are with me and I won't leave my partners out of the loop." He told the new man with some defiance, his hand resting on his holster where his ten millimeter pistol waited to be drawn.