Sarah Stoner-Talon

They warned Jason and me about the training, to become a Talon you needed two things; youth and drive. You see, the Talon Mercenary Company, or just Talon Company, recruits its members from the Capital Wasteland's most tragic victims, few older than thirteen are even allowed to join, few included me. The second thing is drive... all Talon Company mercs have certain jobs, targets or employers they'll never accept, for various reasons.

After the Talons who found us brought us back to their camp, they told us that we could either join them or receive a few weapons as well as directions to somewhere safe. This wouldn't be a very interesting story if we took the easy way out and went to maybe find a safe place, now would it. We took the offer that enticed us, the one that would give us a home and plenty of brothers and sisters, of course the strict lifestyle was harsh and more than a few ounces of blood were left behind in the training yard, but once we finished what we started...

We've never felt so proud.

From the day we earned our armour, Jason and me never accepted contracts from slavers, it's our little no-go. Our drive was fueled by the times we were hired to fight slavers, we were good at it and we liked doing it. Hell, I fucking loved doing those jobs, nothing more satisfying than killing some worthless filth. Especially after you've burned a town down just yesterday.

Now, me and Jason each have our own personal skills and techniques; Jason is strong enough to effortlessly carry hundreds of pounds of gear all day with no complaint, and not just due to the silent treatment he gives the world, as well as being able to operate large weapons most others can't. He's extremely stealthy, even with his extremely large pack on him, talented at picking locks and pockets, using rifles and submachine guns, repairing, maintaining and modifying his weapons, although he also works on my riot shottie if I bribe him.

He is also talented at using his knives, or whatever he can get his hands on, in combat. Me, on the other hand, I have my own advantages. I'm the smart one of us two, advanced technology, high explosives, computers or robots, combat medic, I basically do just about everything he can't. In close quarters, I prefer hand-to-hand while he goes melee thanks to one of our sergeants back when we were just starting out teaching us the importance of variety. I'm loud and proud while he is silent but deadly, I'm all about energy weapons and explosive problem solving while he prefers firearms and discretion.

Yes, we're not two peas in a pod similar, but definitely in terms of closeness. Now than, I'm sure Jason told you about his rifle, that's his pride and joy right there. His weapon mod kit has somewhere around two dozen extras for all sorts of shit and he never lets anyone else, even me, touch his gun. Most Talons aren't even aware of what all of those mods he has can do, just in case we need to hunt them down. His rifle, Wanda as he named it, is able to use thirty round magazines that are extremely rare, but he somehow found over a dozen of the things, as well as all of the extra twenty-four round magazines he has.

Yeah, he loves that fucking thing, just like I love Cosmo. Now I bet you all are still drooling over his gun, so wipe your mouth before I get started. Better? I agree, the drool kinda covered your ghoulish looks, oh well.

Now Cosmo is a laser RCW, that's rotating capacitor weapon, that I've invested many, many, many hours into, kinda like me and Jason's Pip-boys. First off, Cosmo has a recycler affixed to it, giving me that oh so beloved extra firing length. Now this is where things get... personal.

I modified a laser pistol's focused optics to fit onto the barrel, there's a pop-up/flip-down sunglass lens with a X scratched in the center that I attached to the rear sight to fight blindness, and I spent weeks trying to get a micro-fusion breeder to not blow up the Electron Charge Packs from overcharging them too much before I felt comfortable adding one to the foremost part of the stock, I tack welded it onto the end of the gun's frame after taking all of the internal components out, and bam!

I had a Laser RCW that packed a surprising punch as well as reduced my ammunition useage, didn't blind me in the dark or light and beefed up whatever kind of ECP cell I loaded into it. Bulk cells were penetrating armour as if they were standard, standard to overcharged, overcharged was pumped up to max charge and you don't even wanna know what it did to max charge cells.

Yeah, I made what was supposed to be the assault rifle of energy weapons, into a heavy assault rifle. Pretty sweet huh?

Yeah, I got a sweet tooth for awesome guns too and there isn't any shame in it. Now where did Jason leave off at...

"Let's go out with a bang then, shall we?" I said as I looked down the barrel of the three hundred-plus year old gun.

"Did, did you really just say that?" The rifle lowered a fraction of an inch and I could feel him raising an eyebrow at me through his helmet, "Because even I think that's bad, Hell Fawkes gives me shit but that! That was terrible."

Jason whistled and I sent a glare back at him for his less than helpful comment, "You too, man everyone's a critic!"

"What?" I turned back to the gun holding vault-boy and.motioned to Jason, "Okay, I'm missing something here, ain't I?"

"Yeah but don't worry about it," I sighed as I nodded at my brother, "He's a mute, or at least he acts he is and fuck if I know why, so his whistles are his way of talking."

"That makes no sense but... okay. So, um... where were we?" We all looked around, everything had stopped, even the Super Mutant Behemoth's fire hydrant club was several inches above a Enclave tesla trooper's head.

"What the fuck is everyone stopping for, it's not like you guys have to stop during someone's conversation!" My shout broke the illusion of peace and everyone went back to killing each other.

"Much better, thanks." The Vault Saint said.

"No worries, does this happen often?" I asked.

"Yeah, I once opened a toolbox and stopped a herd of zombies."

"Damn, no shit?"

"No shit."

"Fuck, why do you think that happens?"

"I don't know, to be honest I'm afraid to know why."

I nodded, for some reason the idea of knowing why just sent chills down my spine, "Fair enough, shall we continue?"

"Sure." With that he shot me in the face and quickly followed up with another for Jason. Damn three thousand A model Pip-boys and their instant VATS. I know, I know, I wish I could say we had a extremely long and difficult fight between us with frantic runs to cover, nobody reloading but using all of their ammo, Carl saying something stupid, Carl doing something stupid, me killing Carl, excessive amounts of explosions and blood because of me shoving a mini-nuke down the behemoth's throat, turning the fucking thing into a giant gore shower.

But that would all be bullshit and I don't bullshit, I tell the truth... which is usually crazy, especially when you get shot in the face with a three-oh-eight and wake up... elsewhere.

Now the first thing I noticed was the cold, I liked it. It wasn't like the unnatural sapping cold of the wasteland at night, I mean it was draining my warmth but... I don't know, maybe it had something to do with the lack of radiation (something I learned later that day), either way I was cold but enjoying it.

Until the whispers started.

I couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but I caught enough to understand something, I was near Brahmin and the damn two headed things wouldn't stay still, "Will someone drag me away from the cows, I can't eavesdrop on you bastards with all of that clippy-clop bullshit."

The whispering stopped for a moment before continuing, without the fucking brahmin walking around making noise. Better. I slowly sat up, trying to understand how I cheated death. After a moment, I came to the conclusion that unless Death is an idiot, than even if I remember how, I won't be able to cheat him again... and I'm pretty Death isn't retarded.

The clip-cloppy shit started up again with the sound of something heavy being dragged away from me, it continued until it was out of my hearing range. Several seconds passed until someone spoke up.

"E-excuse me?" A soft, fear filled voice interrupted me, sounding borderline suicidally depressed. I didn't even turn to face whoever it was as I was too busy looking at the wall in front of me, which was... something, something unnatural, something...shiny.

"I'm monologuing internally, come back later." I called over my shoulder as I ran my hand over the strange, glass-ish wall. It seemed too colourful to be glass, even beer and Nuka-Cola bottles weren't this colourful, or clean.

"Sorry but... what are you?" She asked again.

"Confused, sober, a little horny and looking to change that." I replied before turning around and looking at the shadowy figure behind me with an expression that screamed hungry louder than a Super Mutant. Behind the full face wear... damn it all, no wonder it didn't work, "You wouldn't happen to know where the nearest bar is, do you?"

"Uh, t-they're all closed... w-where did you come from?" Miss mysterious asked.

"When a vault dweller loves a wastelander very much," I snarked, "they make a couple of warmongers. Any other stupid questions?"

"Wh-what? T-that wasn't..." She hung her head and sighed, "nevermind. I just have one more question... d-do you work for... King Sombra."

"Who?" I stood up and reached for my Pip-boy, "I don't remember ever taking a contract from some guy named after a Canadian sunhat. Now who are you?" I flipped the brightness switch to overbright and pointed the screen at her, watching with a small grin as she covered her eyes with a hand.

A grin that faded when I saw she was missing a finger.

It faded more when I saw the scars.

It outright disappeared when I saw the collar on her neck, sending its rival, lethal glare, in its place.

"I-I don't know... I don't think I've ever seen a pony like you... maybe." She replied as I started checking her out and making several notes, "I don't remember much from before King Sombra came to power."

"This king, he did this?" I asked as I gestured at her collar, "Doesn't sound like the kind of filth I usually work for... how much?"

"I-I'm sorry?" She tilted her head, her weird mouth and nose, ears on top and extra large eyes having head, it freaked me a bit, but if she was a FEV creation, than at least this strain was cute... and possibly not hungry for flesh... possibly. She was covered in hair, but it wasn't shaggy or anything, even if it was dull grayish blue hair, her head hair was purple. She was wearing this one piece pre-war dress that was light purple and left her shoulders exposed, "How much for what?"

"Your tasty sugar bomb butt." I smiled as she made some cute noise before I dropped my grin like a live nuke on a Chinese city, "No, how much for his head. I'll even bring it to you on a platter, but what kind depends on the contract and pay. Tin for a basic kill-on-sight-but-don't-search-for-exclusively contract, silver is for revenge and "accident" contracts and gold is reserved for find-and-gut-painfully-and-immediately, which is our premium plan."

I looked over miss mysterious and came up with a few questions for later; contracts come first after all. But nice ass and liquor are close behind. Very close behind. She looked away from me a few times before she finally stared into my visor with a huge pair of eyes, "I-I... you t-think, you can, kill him?"

"Girl I can have his head by dinner, you can even have it as the centrepiece. All I need is a contract... and my brother." I looked around a little, only to see a distinct empty spot at my side, "Hey, have you seen someone like me, dark armour, big green wristwatch like mine, several guns and a huge backpack?"

"Oh, Short Sword dragged him into one of the other branches." She replied as I nodded and motioned for her to lead. Which gave me a nice view of her ass, although the purple tail did take some points away, it was still a nice piece of tail. I'm going to Hell for that one, I just know it.

A few minutes and confusing turns later, we walked into a room with a few torches on the walls, Jason was laying in the corner and some strange mofo digging through his backpack like a mole-rat in a garden. Again, he was covered in a coat of hair, although his was light blue with his head hair and tail being darker blue and were expertly styled. He was wearing a weird yellowish tee-shirt and a pair of brown pants. I slipped my spiked knuckles on and snuck behind him, for all of three feet. He stood up and turned around, holding one of Jason's knives pointed at me. Damn, being stealthy is hard.

"You know, it's not polite to snoop." I told him.

"Silence demon." He spat. He literally spitted. He fucking spitted at me!. "I'm not afra-"

One nearly knockout punch to the face followed by a long and personal explanation behind my hatred of spitting later, "-and that's why you don't spit around me."

I looked at the two of them, who were cowering in a corner after I shot a few plasma bolts at their feet, their weird, circular feet. They looked like Brahmin hooves, only more circlely. Anyway, after a moment of stunned silence, the cute girl raised a hand and asked, "S-s, you were really..."

I sighed, "Yes, I was really covered in Super Mutant vomit. Any useful questions?" Both of them raised their hands, "That don't involve what Super Mutants are." Both hands went down.

"Good, now we can-" and a hand went up, "Yes you, Short Stuff?"

"My name's Short Sword." He grumbled before continuing with his odd accent, it felt like his very way of talking was a refined version of what those Tenpenny Tower bitches sounded like, "Who, and what, are you?"

I rolled my eyes, ignoring his protest of his name, "You can call me Miss Talon, not because I don't trust you, but because the company requires us to keep our names out of all business transactions. As to what I am, I'm a Talon Company merc; any contract, any where, any time."

"A mercenary huh? Well beggers can't be choosers. Tell me, would you care to take a contract?" Short asked, to which I grinned and nodded.

"Just give me a sec to wake up napping beauty." I told him as I walked over to Jason and raised a foot, "Raise and shine, bitch."

I kicked him in the helmeted head with my steel toe boot, barely able to jump out of the way of his other knife as it flew towards my hamstring. He stood up and started gesturing, whistling and flipping me off in rather creative ways. Fortunately, I knew how to shut him up.

"We got a contract." He stopped, middle finger half inflated, and gestured at the two others, who had finally stood up, "Yes, they're our soon to be employers."

Jason looked from me to them and whistled three letters in Morse code, "Nnnnnot sure on that front. But hey; they haven't tried to eat our faces yet." He whistled again and I waved a finger at him, "That's why I said yet."

He stood there for a second before shrugging and reaching for his backpack, only to find it missing, "It's over there, and yes; I used my spiked knuckles on him."

Jason stood there for almost a minute, likely planning several ways to get righteous revenge on Shorty, before he nodded and started reorganizing his ridiculous amount of shit. I turned back to the two who were watching us and frowned under my mask, "You two, you've got a lot of questions to answer, starting with; where the Hell are we?"

After a half of an hour, more disbelief than I've ever had, even when Jason one handed that fucking minigun not once but twice, and on the back of a fucking Behemoth, I've finally came to terms with our situation.

"We're in a world of giddy-up people, some who have wings, magic, extra strength or all three, in a place called The Crystal Empire, which is above some other horsey people country called Equestria, there's something called a blizzard about to wipe this place off of the map and the natives of this place are as fragile as glass when they're sad and as hard as diamonds when they're happy, the sun and moon are moved with magic thanks to some royal up-chucks down in Equestria and there's a slaver king who is arming up for war and no one in your empire will fight him because he took some holy relic and hid it while he is also holding two VIP's hostage, who are royalty, and he's planning on mind rapeing the guy into being his bitch-bride, am I missing anything!?!"

Okay, maybe I haven't come to terms with it yet.

"H-h-he's... planning o-on ex-executing the p-princess tonight," Cutie, whose name was Sapphire, said with a soft whisper. "and the prince is married to her."

"Fan-faggot fucking-tastic!" I threw my arms up in exasperation and walked over to the nearest wall, where I banged my head against it a few times until I felt better. Jason whistled and I turned to glare at him, through a visor... fucking damn!

He whistled at me for a few moments and I started calming down, he gave me some good advice, "Okay okay, fuck you're pushy." I took a deep breath and released half of it a few times before I felt better. I reached over and dragged him to the far side of the room from the others and asked an important question.

"What are we on and how much?" He gestured a few times before holding up the hand sign for Rocket, absinthe and all of it. I groaned, "Well... this is either the most lucid and incredible high either of us have ever been on and we somehow are sharing the same trip... or we're dead and everyone in Hell is retarded and took a bath in some FEV."

He whistled a few times and I had to stifle a laugh, he did make a good point; might as well enjoy this weird world while we can, "Yeah, I got a few in my bag, including that one... we're gonna break their world, aren't we?" He nodded as I smiled, "So it's agreed; we're not high, in some kind of weird afterlife or on a alien mothership, as if aliens exist..." I trailed off as I snuck a glance at the two non-human humanoids behind us, "Oh, right. Well regardless, we've got a contract."

He nodded and we walked back towards the two "ponies" and asked, "What will the contract parameters be?" I asked the two giddy-up people, "We need to know who to kill and who to aim around."

Sword held up a hand, which wasn't missing a finger, they simply had less fingers naturally, because four is just too damn many I guess, "The only pony you need to kill is King Sombra and, if you can avoid it, please don't kill any of the guards, he's using some enchantments on their armour to control them. Take those or him out and the spell will cease."

"Kill the faggot slaver and try not to kill his "guards", anything else before we discuss pay?" I summarized.

Sapphire raised a hand and I nodded at her to continue, "If you can, try to find the Crystal Heart and rescue the princess, she would be incredibly useful for fixing everything he messed up and the Crystal Heart would be a boon to her task."

"And try to get evidence of King Sombra's war plans," Sword added, "I've heard about how Equestrians are a bit... squeamish, when it comes to killing. It would definitely be in your favour."

"Kill the faggot slaver, rescue the prince's virgin ass, save the princess' neck, keep the casualties low, find a big ass shiny rock and obtain war plans." Jason and I nodded at each other before I asked the most vital question of all, "how much does a beer cost?"

*Contract added; First contact contract. Contract objective; Kill King Sombra, optional Contract objectives; rescue the prince, minimize casualties, find the Crystal Heart, rescue the princess, obtain war plans.*

A discussion about currency, bartering and a small disagreement over alcohol later, Sapphire was leading me and Jason out of the winding and confusing crystal mine. She told us that we were found near no-mare's zone, which was kinda like no-man's land but with a shitload of hiding ponies in the deep and the king's "guards" were up at the surface. We didn't see any other giddy-up people on our way up, some tracks and mining tools, but that made sense considering this was a mine and the people weren't fighters, just families.

Shorty was behind us as we travelled, he said he was a lieutenant in the guard and he led several hundred citizens into the mines when the king came back, but I'll believe it when I see him in armour, which he wasn't wearing because magic mind control bullshit and blah blah...

Okay, so I tuned most of his explanation out, bite me. We spent a little of the trip discussing the city itself and I had to remember to stay stone faced, even with my balaclava, breathing mask and helmet. Seriously, my imagination is not good enough to make a fucking city made of crystal, even high, maybe gold with flowing rivers of vodka and naked sexy people everywhere, but not crystal.

After several long minutes of travel, Sapphire held a hand up, reminding me of their weird ass hands, and we stopped. "We won't go any farther, from here his patrols would catch us and..."

"We got it," I told her, "Gruesome torture, interrogation and evil incarnate bashing down the your little vault door. Any last minute advice?"

"Don't let them take you alive," I turned around, giving Short my undivided attention for once, "King Sombra's cruelty knows no bounds."

"Just like my libido," I love hearing these ponies' sputter, watching them blush is just the bonus, "Now if we're all done here... Turn the fuck around and go back to cowering you bitch ponies!"

Without waiting, me and Jason started heading up the tunnel, him in front with his sub with me trying to stay quiet with my shottie. Needless to say, his ability to carry all of his shit at all times, while being stealthy, keeps on amazing me.

A few minutes after we left our two pony employers behind, I tapped Jason on the shoulder and we ducked behind a mine cart, the sound of approaching metal armoured bodies echoing in the crystal mine shaft, giving us a early warning. Jason held up a hand over my Pip-boy and made the sign for flashbang and restrain. I clicked the overbright mode off and we sat in the dark, a single pin on the ground next to a roll of duct tape.

I waited until they were right on top of us before I threw the loveable little explosive into their midst. Once the flashbang went off, we rushed into them. I ran around the cart, grabbed a pony's arm and spun him into the hard and unforgiving crystal ground. A quick stomp to the back his helmet as he was trying to get up sent his ass packing into the sweet realm of knocked-out-by-a-girl-land.

I stood up and did a quick headcount, there were five more on their feet, hooves, whatever, with two of them kicking the thin air as Jason choked them with one hand for each bitch. Their armour covered most of their body, including their necks but that didn't stop Jason from using their own weight against them or bashing their heads together.

With a feral grin hidden behind my breathing mask, I charged at the next one just as he was finally able to get his hands away from his eyes, two left jabs and a vicious right cross sent him to the ground. Once more, boot meet head, head meet boot. Twice for good measu- ah who am I kidding, he was out the first time, the second was for fun.

Jason threw his two bitches to the ground and pulled his knives out while I was slipping my spiked knuckles on. I turned to him with a hidden smile, "Let's show these ponies why Talons are the best mercenaries ever made."

Meanwhile, in an alternate universe, a man in a red and black full body spandex suit with a pair of handguns on his hips and a pair of katanas on his back was sitting in his chair, scratching his nuts. He turned a bored eye to the room and looked around, simply killing time until killing time.

"Ah-ah... achoo!" His eyes widened, causing his mask to mirror the action, "Oh Hell no, someone's talking shit!"

He whipped his phone out of nowhere and quickly paged through it for a few moments until he found the webpage he was looking for and started reading. After he had finished the first two chapters, he turned to the left with a raised eyebrow that was, once again, mirrored by his mask, "Really G4COD, you made two fanfics about mercs and I wasn't the star of either of them?" He sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose while the author tried to explain his fear of ~~the immortal~~ getting Deadpool's character wrong.

"Yeah yeah, I mean, they sound deadly and all but... they still aren't nearly as awesome as me. No matter what the bitch says." With that, Deadpool got up and walked into his bathroom with the intent of wiping his face and washing his mask, muttering about annoying cameos and going back to work with MrAquino, in spite of his annoying censorship.

Meanwhile, a young adult male simply sighed at the Merc with a Mouth's attitude. Mentally throwing any future attempts to write about him into a bucket.

Which he filled with gasoline and and paper before he buried it in his trash burning pit. The flames of fear reached fifteen feet and alerted several nearby neighbors.

One of them rushed me, jabbing a spear at my midsection with intent to kill, only for me to divert the weapon and feed her a fist full of pain. As she was stumbling back, another tried the same trick, only for me to catch the spear just under the blade and I, once again, fed a bitch. The two of them shared a look through their helmets and I didn't even need to guess what their plan was.

The two of them started walking around my flanks, trying to catch me unprepared, something I am most certainly not is ever unprepared, "So you wanna play rough, okay!"

I pulled my Pip-boy up and, through years of practice, quickly selected the one thing in my arsenal I, for the life of me, couldn't understand how I ever got by without, "Say hello to my little friend!"

I activated my Pip-boy's module.

My grandparents told us to never play with our Pip-boys, that they're sturdy computers that shouldn't be messed with because we may just find a way to break something. I respect my grandparents, they were tough SoB's after all, but sometimes a girl just got to have fun. Yes, I got drunk one night and started tinkering with my Pip-boy.

What I had found the morning after, through the haze of a killer hangover, was that my Pip-boy, and Jason's, had a space for a module. I shared my findings with Jason and, after convincing him, I added a modified stealth-boy to his.

Now several weeks later, I was scrounging through a factory when I came across something, it was a module that would inject Turbo into me, giving me the edge I've been looking for. An edge I was all too overjoyed to use on the giddy-up guards. Now Turbo is an intense drug, it raises your heartbeat, your reflexes are multiplied and everything, including you, seems like it's stuck in the Potomac River in January, slow and sluggish.

I love that feeling more than almost anything. My brother, the rush of Turbo, nice ass, liquor and pay. Those are my five favorite things in this, as well as any other, world and their priority is in that order. Oh, but combining three of those things, you don't know sexy until you hear someone cry out in ecstasy for minutes on end while you're nearly blackout drunk.

I took a step back as the spears pierced the air where I was not even a heartbeat before, a grin coming to my lips as I watched the two of them fumble. Just as they reached the point where their balance was the most fucked, I cocked a fist and unlessed it into the bitch on my right, followed by another before she even had time to realize she was hit, followed by a third that crashed into her nose and sent her sprawling.

I turned toward the other bitch, who was trying to recover from her lost balance, as well as the sight of a black blur that just knocked her comrade out in under a second. If I could see her eyes, I would see the eyes of someone who was almost petrified with fear, some from their enchanted armour but a fair amount from me.

I ran forward, closing the distance at an inhuman speed even though it felt like I was also trying to move through a swamp, it was a swamp that hindered others much more then it hindered me. Before she could raise her pointy stick, I had already grabbed it and pulled, bringing her face into my hungry fist three times more than necessary. So about four times.

By the time she had hit the ground, most of the effects were wearing off, aside from the massive amount of adrenaline that was still burning through my veins. With a shaky breath, I turned around just in time to watch as Jason sent the last of the guards flying off of his circley hooves with the Overlord's Super Sledgehammer.

"Why did you need to use that?" I asked as I retrieved the duct tape, his response was the hand signs for fuck you, that's why, which was flip me off and give a few dismissive waves.

I didn't argue. Truth is, I could've easily beat the fuck out of those two bitches with my module, but I'll be damned if I don't get to play with my toys now and then. Oh and I could've been hurt, but I would probably get away with a stick in my knee.

Why does the thought of a stick in my knee fill me with dread?

Anyway, me and Jason set about restraining the ponies, but whatever the Hell magic bullshit that made them follow a slaver's orders wasn't on their helmet, seeing as to how one of them tried to bite me. I knocked a few of his teeth out, after all; magic bullshit blah blah blah should probably be able to cover dental. Sure we could have taken a knife to their armour's straps and freed them of their obedience, but we weren't getting paid to set guards free.

We were gonna get paid to kill their master.

"Hey Jason," I said as me and him approached the mine's exit, "Just what kind of shit do you think is gonna happen when we get done with this?"

He shrugged, probably making plans to stick a screwdriver up his ass, "I mean, from what those two said, this is a brand new world that we're on; don't you think we should be freaking out a little?"

Again, he shrugged and I nodded, "Fair enough, that whole being a bitch shit can wait or, even better, happen to someone else-"

Jason and I walked out of the mine, both of us raising a hand to protect our eyes after so long in the mine. Once the glare faded enough for us to see, Jason gave off a long, impressed whistle and I agreed.

"-after all, we got a job to do."

Author's Note

Yes well, you got shorted on their death scene. What, did anyone ever stop your Lone Wanderer on their journey? I didn't think so. Questions and comments will encourage me to continue this, so do your part. Oh, and here's some music from someone who help inspire this story.