Rain pattered down all around me, the cold water from the heavens chilling my body to the bone underneath the fur-lined armor protecting my person. The muddy ground held me firmly in place, a filthy grave to die in if I was spotted. Mist blew out with each tired breath, the fog making my vision blurry for a brief moment. I adjusted myself slightly, shifting my mud prison just enough that if I had to run, it wouldn't slow me down. Then again, the molten earth would weigh me down in a pinch, but I'm confident that such an opportunity won't be necessary.

I stayed like this for hours, miserable, wet and hungry, waiting for my target to arrive. The bounty-giver—A local Ghoul wearing a plain beige suit—Told me that a group of High Target Slavers would be passing through a small town south of Fort Wayne on their way to the Cog. Each head rating a thousand caps each, and each one chose the wrong people to take.

Shifting my left arm from its death-grip along the stock of my .308 in front of me; a soft orange glow of my Pip-Boy filled my vision. With a quick snap of my wrist, I looked at the mission details once more.

"Ten Slavers and four slaves," I hoarse muttered to no one in particular. "Slaves are Twilight, Jackie, Sarah, and Scarlet. Twilight is the primary target while the rest can do whatever. Get her to the Windigo Pass and hold her at Niagra Falls Power Plant. Kill the Slavers and gather the drop-box supplies stashed in Fort Wayne."

"Optional Objective: Make a friend," I chuckled at the last part. "Right, friend." With a flick of the wrist, my map took its place back on the screen of my Pip-Boy and began my wait once more. "Why do I chose the fucked up jobs?" I sighed and turned on my radio to make the wait a little more bearable.

"Three Dog here coming to you loud and proud from Galaxy News Radio. Hello, listeners from the Mid-West! My voice can finally reach your vulnerable ears..."

"So, I hear you have a job available?" I asked the Ghoul sitting by himself in one of the booths of the local watering hole.

It was a rundown motel that holds claim to being one of the major pitstops in between Cedar Falls and Kansas City. The two-story building armed to the teeth with guards, robots, and turrets. Last stop is the name and its located just outside of Fort Dodge where the Brotherhood of Steel is holed up and working with The Followers of the Apocalypse on the railway.

The Ghoul sporting a drab beige suit with strange colored patches all over his outfit looked up at me from his amber drink with the twisted smile that only a Ghoul could make. "From whom, perchance did you hear that from m'dear?" he asked in an overly playful tone that screamed: Chaos Incarnate.

Taking a seat next to the Ghoul and making sure that I had my gun at the ready in case he tries anything funny, I order a round of Whisky for myself, which arrived faster than it should have. 'Hmm, he is important,' I thought, taking my drink in hand.

"A robot named Screwball back in Kansas, but I didn't think the automated message was still active," I replied blissfully as the gentle burn of glowing amber flowed down my throat. "Why?"

He let out a chuckle too smooth for my liking and leaned back, lacing his scabby fingers together. "'Cause this is where most turn down the job I'm offering. They say it's too long, dangerous, and suicidal."

"I'm listening," I said, slightly intrigued. The last jobs I had were simple Deathclaw hunting missions. The big bastards with swords-for-claws were fun to hunt, but the pay was lacking. What's more interesting is that this guy is implying that I was not the first, and if the locals won't taking this job, then I'll bite.

My life was boring anyway since I've left Vegas.

"Well, there is a girl I need escorting to Niagra. She is a young woman and very naive. She is extremely sheltered, but her love of learning has no bounds!"

"I'm sensing a "But" in there," I added with another taste of Whiskey. The Ghoul leaned closer as his smile disappeared and his eyes narrowed as sharp as Wyverns talons. The Ghoul pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to me.

It was a bill of sale of a slave trade.

"Indeed. Twilight was supposed to wait in stasis in Vault 86 south of Athens, but a group of Slavers found the Vault and are on their way to The Cog, with the rest of the residence."

"That shouldn't be a problem," I said, not impressed. It was a simple snatch and escort from a group of lucky bastards. Nothing I couldn't handle.

"Well," he said with a little bit of his mirth back. "Vault 86 held all of the youngest female Special Forces soldiers from the Great War and only female soldiers, technicians, and caretakers, in fact."

"So? Coming out of stasis isn't a pleasant experience and would make them weak and disabled once they woke up."

"They were awake one week before the slavers showed up," he added.

I sat back in deep thought and glass in hand. Disturbing thoughts loomed in my mind as scenario after scenario played before my eyes. Questions about how they lost to a weak group of slavers went unanswered. Something wasn't right. The Elite of the Great War losing to the Slavers? That shouldn't be possible. Knowing Vault-tec, any military based Vault had an armory filled to suit a small army with every kind of ordinance available.

'What is he hiding from me?'

After waiting another hour, figures appeared in the distance. I turned off my radio, tired of listening to this guy called Vault 101 and his exploits in the Capital Wasteland in D.C. Even though it was cool to learn where the caravans coming into Vegas got their fresh water, but after listening to some of the bullshit like the Mechanist and the Antagonist and how he stopped them both was just stupid.

'Like did he seriously pull that out from a crappy comic book? What a world.'

Adjusting my position for the hundredth time tonight, I look down my scope towards the figures walking in a line. At the front of the line leading the group was wielding a white AK-47 and wore full metal armor. Walking behind the leader was two others, one holding a chain and the other guiding a pack brahmin. The two behind the leader also wore metal armor, but instead of the machine guns, they had hunting rifles and watching the area like Rad Owls.

"Where are the slaves?" I hummed. Looking further down the line, I found four miserable, shivering people wearing the iconic bomb collars around their throats. The barely-clothed women trudged along behind the leader of the Slavers, but one, in particular, caught my eye.

Walking in the center of the group was a young girl barely younger than me with dark purple hair with a pink streak down the left side. Her face dirty, but adorably cute. Her frame was tiny, but the most striking feature was her eyes, her sullen yet beautiful violet eyes.

"So that's Twilight," I gawked. "Damn, if she had a little more meat on her bones, I'd fuck her harder than I fucked Red, but fantasizing would have to wait."

I watched the group for a few more minutes, the rain picking up and thunder starting to rumble in the sky. The group decided to take shelter in the post-office of Yoder with the two slaver's that trailed at the back of the group watching the entrance. Unlike the others packing threatening weapons, the two on watch were only carrying shotguns.

"Hmm, I need a closer look."

With a tighter grip on my rifle, I began to crawl through a sea of mud. The sudden movement felt like I was dragging a mound of sand along with me. It didn't help that my legs felt numb from laying in water for hours on end. The only reason I haven't died from hypothermia was thanks to my armor. Having built-in thermal heating units was worth every cap back in Utah. The trip across the mountains was far easier than I would have imagined, and if I didn't have the units. I would have turned into a popsicle like all the others that I found lining the frozen pass.

Now, crawling through a river of mud towards my targets for a better sniping position, my mind wandered back to a year prior. It was a night like tonight that I had to crawl to get into position with 1st Recon of the NCR. The conditions were similar, but the objective different. Then again, going to take out a group of Legion Slavers and Centurion was no picknick.

My .308 did its job mowing down all the grunts, but the armor of the Centurion was thicker than a Mother Deathclaws hide. The "Clack! Clack! Clack!" Of all our rifles eventually took him down, but at the end of the skirmish, we ran out of ammo; lost three of the twenty slaves, and 10 of Spades. The poor kid was unlucky enough to crawl over a landmine the Legion set up around their perimeter.

I remember his face as well... Pure shock as to what just happened, but no fear. It was so fast that his instincts couldn't kick in to register the event of the explosion nor the feeling of weightlessness of his body flying in pieces in all directions. It was a sad day in the Mojave,

"It even rained."

"So, that's it then? Just grab Twilight, head north-east through Windigo Pass, get across the Niagra and wait?" I asked once more, prodding for anything else as eloquently as possible for any hidden details about the mission. The Ghoul named Entropy replied by pouring himself another glass of Amber.

"Well, when you put it like that, it sounds too simple for just a snatch-and-grab now does it?"

I could only glare at him in response.

"Oh, fine then," Entropy scoffed with magical flippancy. He reached into his suit and pulled out a Holotape and slid it across the table and continued. "That will give you the password and location of a dead-drop I've left in Fort Wayne north of the target's location. Since I know Twilight will have nothing to keep you and her safe, you'll need the supplies held within."

"That's it?" I prodded further, taking the Holotape and uploaded the data to my Pip-boy 3000. Once done, I got up with a final gulp of my drink and set a waypoint for Yoder to intercept. Before I could leave, however, Entropy grabbed my coat, forcing me to turn to stare at two, seething, miscolored eyes held captive by the once docile Ghoul.

"If Twilight should die, which I will know, then you will also die, Got it?"

"C-Crystal."

"Good," he growled before letting go of my coat, and as I was leaving the booth to get some sleep before going to save Twilight, Entropy said one last thing that chilled my very soul. He said something that I have only told one person in my life. He said: "Don't underestimate those Slavers, Sliver. Especially Razor," He said one more thing, but I was too frightened and focused on how he knew my name.

For what felt like hours of crawling through mud, I reached one of the many destroyed buildings on the outskirts of the town proper. The building was a two-story stone house. The back had a dumpster blocking a hole which I quickly exposed with little effort.

The inside of the building was in ruins like all the others that I've explored before. Broken shelves lining the walls, a rotting wooden counter at the back where I entered. Even with my Pip-boy light turned off, I knew that I was in a store of some kind, but looting would have to wait.

Turning to my left from the hole in the wall was an open door leading to a set of stairs going up. From what I saw from my grave at the edge of town, this building was my best option at taking out the guards outside while giving me enough time to sneak through the back of the post office just down the street.

"Well, let's get down to business," I whispered to myself, reaching into my coat and pulled out my handgun. The silver barrel, even in the darkness, seemed to shine in my grip with intricate black etchings complementing it with a beautiful design, her name was Amnesia.

As quietly as I could, I walked up the stairs with my gun pointed ahead of me. The lightning outside provided me with enough light as each stepped cause the floor to whine like a banshee.

The top of the stairs was an apartment and a small one at that. There was only one room with a bed in the corner with the stove and fridge against the opposite wall to the shattered T.V. There was a closet where I assumed was the bathroom judging from the size and placement over the stairs. Two, large, broken window were the only things letting the light from the storm in as well as the rain.

Holstering Amnesia and replacing her with my .308, I walked over to the window on the left closest to the bed while adjusting the scope. "Alright Silver, you have five in the post office with the other five MIA. You have a Delta Stealth Boy MKIII and one for Twilight if she has a Pip-Boy, if not then give her the standard MKII instead," I rehearsed to myself as I took the position. "Time your shots with the Thunder to avoid detection, then plant the C4 traps at the doors to slow down the three inside during the escape."

With a quick pull of the bolt, I loaded the first bullet into the chamber and slowed my breathing. Through the scope, I had a better shot at the two guards outside of the post office. Lining the furthest of the two in my crosshairs, I adjusted my scope to compensate for the distance as well as the crosswinds bellowing through the town. Happy with the adjustments, I waited for my chance.

Thunder exploded outside in a harsh rhythm. The unnatural storm frightened Twilight to the core. The mare-turned-human silently cried in the corner where she was chained with the others to the wall. Twilight knew no comfort as her rusty shackles bit into her flesh like she was walking through a field of razor-sharp thorns, her own blood stained her fair yet muddy skin around her wrists and ankles.

To her right was Sarah: The first Human that she met in the new world. She was the Vaults Medic, as well as its explosives expert. The blond haired woman was kind to her during her first week on Earth. She helped her learn how to walk again when she lied that her body forgot during her sleep. It was not good to lie that Sarah didn't question it, but it left a pit in her stomach that she had to in the first place.

Sitting beside her was Scarlet, the Vaults technician, and mechanic. She was a quiet individual that Twilight quickly learned when she was assigned to work with her. She found it odd that she was the only person in the vault with blood red hair while everyone else was either black, brown, or blond. Then again, her purple hair was far from the norm and received a lot of attention from the other girls in the Vault.

It was thanks to Susan that Twilight learned how to use the Terminals in the Vault and how to maintain them. Even though she was quiet, Twilight found it rather surprising that with how little Scarlet spoke, she got the point across, but what irked her the most about Scarlet was when dealing with the...weapons of the Vault.

Scarlet showed a lot more enthusiasm when showing Twilight how to maintain the handguns, shotguns, miniguns and the like with so much life, it was like talking to a different person, and when Twilight saw the power the weapons held. She could only feel dread and wondered what purpose that the Death Makers could bring.

At first, Twilight thought that there were monsters so terrible outside the Vault that there was a need for them. Monsters as tall as houses, as scary as her worst nightmares, and as dangerous as Demons, but that was far from the truth.

It was Jackie, who sat glaring on the other side of Twilight that realized her worst fear about the weapons. As head of security, it was Jackie that told her what to expect outside the Vault once the cog door opened—Raiders, Mercenaries, Slavers—Other Humans that wanted to kill, rape, torture, and enslave other Humans for money. She couldn't believe such beings existed in a world where everyone needed to come together just to survive.

She was so angry at the accusation that Jackie placed her in confinement to cool down, and if it wasn't for her current situation. Twilight would still be causing more scenes, wanting proof of such horrible accusations.

"Everything will be alright, Twilight, you'll see. Once Sarah figures out these bomb collars, we can make a break for it. Just don't lose hope," Jackie whispered into Twilights ear, but she was still too shocked about everything around her to listen.

"What are 'ya plotting, lassies?" One of the Slavers asked in a thick, strange accent. Twilight's eyes narrowed as the man walked up to them with menacing hand cannon; silver with a black handle, and drum in its center. A revolver from what Scarlet had taught her, and a big one at that.

He pointed the gun at Jackie's head and cocked the hammer back with a twisted smile. His scarred face, filled with amusement like they were all his toys to play with sent chills down her spine. He wore the heaviest set of armor that their captors had. Thick metal plates on his shoulders, arms, chest, and legs protected his vitals from everything, even the bombs that Sarah used the defense of the Vault. Scarlet called it Power Armor, the T-45b variant. It was painted black with red skulls on the shoulder plates and chest, which matched the other four sets that the leaders of the Slavers had on.

"Nothing you sick prick," Jackie spat, the Slaver responded by punching with his metal fist in her gut before lifting her up by her hair.

"You're luck'eh that our employer wants 'ya "pretty" and "untainted." Otherwise, ya'll be choking on my cock right now," he spat back and dropped Jackie on the floor like a sack of flour. "Especially the redhead and purple over there."

Like a protective mother, Sarah wrapped her arms around Twilight and Scarlet as best she could in chains. The older woman of the group didn't dare speak against him in fear of retaliation. Scarface chuckled darkly and walked twirling his gun like a toy back to his friends who were sitting at a table, drinking and playing a game of cards.

"I don't want... I-I don't want," Twilight sobbed into Sarah's embrace. Never had she feared a Stallion so much before, not even Sombra would do something so evil as taking the innocence of a virgin mare. Not even for his dark magic. Even the thunder boomed louder outside when Scarface chuckled. To Twilight, he was Evil Incarnate.

"He won't hurt you, Twilight. God will send his angels to protect us," Sarah said reassuringly, but Twilight knew that believing in miracles was a fools hope.

My breathing was slow and steady, heart calm as a litter of sleeping pups. My enhanced vision made seeing in the darkness much easier, but only slightly. With steady hands, I slowly began to squeeze the trigger.

"Clack-SNAP!" went my rifle and lightning in tandem and one of the Slavers dropped dead with a bullet in his head. Without missing a beat to match the incoming thunder, I pulled the bolt in fast and fluid motion, loading another round and fired again.

"Clack-BOOM!" the other Slaver dropped before he could react to his fallen friend as thunder rumbled in the sky.

I held my breath, waiting for the others to be alerted to my presence, but when no red marks appeared in my compass in my HUD, I holstered my rifle across my back, pulled out Amnesia, bolted down the stairs, and turned on my Delta Stealth Boy.

Once outside, I charged through the alley and onto while keeping watch of my compass. Happy that no one was coming, I ran to the office with Amnesia aimed at any and all cover spots that the Slavers may have taken up. 'Alright Silver, the five MIA'S must be in the office with the rest and I missed them, or they arrived before I did. Don't do anything stupid, go in, grab Twilight, get out.'

Pressing my back against the wall of the post office, I walked under the light coming from the blockaded windows to the back, where I found the three others in metal armor watching the back entrance. Frowning at the inconvenience, I realized that the other five must be in the post office with the slaves, but what worried me the most about them was that they didn't appear on my compass until I found them.

'They must have fucking Enclave Motion Jammers. No wonder I couldn't find them without direct sight,' I thought, biting my lip, 'What else do they have?'

Putting the thought aside, I reached back into my coat and pulled out a silencer. With a quick twist of the black metal block onto the end of the barrel, I came out of cover from behind the corner wall and activated V.A.T.S. Time slowed to a crawl as I pulled the trigger in rapid succession.

Three bullets left the barrel, and three bullets found their mark in the heads of the armored Slavers. When time sped back up, the Slavers dropped like the other two with damp "thumps."

"What are you packing, huh?" I frowned, looking over the three dead bodies in armor. Without my usual care for the loot on their bodies, I found a little device that looked like a regular Stealth Boy, but it had a few extra doo-dads and an antenna on the side. "There they are, and they're portable. I fucking hate these things," I frowned before grabbing all three Jammers, placing them in my pouch to study later.

"HEY! MARK AND JACK ARE DEAD!" Shouted a deep male voice from the front, followed by stomping from the inside of the office. Heavy stomping that only Power Armor could make. I kicked myself for not moving the bodies somewhere else before walking to the back before jumping behind a dumpster and just on time too.

'Son of a bitch,' I groaned as the silhouette of an entire suit of T-45b Power Armor walked out of the back entrance and into the alley that I was hiding in. 'I shouldn't have left my Anti-Material rifle at Fort Wayne. What the fuck am I going to do?' I asked myself, but trying to figure out how to beat Power Armor wielded by a bunch of Slavers without my .50cal is proving to be a challenge, then I saw something in the corner of my vision. Something that would give me the edge that I would need.

'Fuck me this is going to suck.'

Twilight shrank as the Slavers jumped out of their seats and drew all their weapons once Scarface claimed that the ones outside were dead. She watched in horror as they put on their helmets, kicking the tables and chairs over, making barricades in front of the doors without one of them pointing their plasma weapons at the two entrance ways.

"Tom, Paul, and Felix are dead too. Whoever is out there, they stole their Motion Jammers," one of the armored Slavers said. He was the largest of the group, easily seven feet tall. He never took off his helmet and carried a giant laser minigun or Gatling Lazer as Scarlet called them, which got its ammo from the giant backpack that he wore.

"Damn it!" the female of the group hissed in a fit of rage. "Razor, do you think we're dealing with a rival group or vigilante?" Raven asked, clearly not happy.

It was Raven that directed the group of Slavers into the Vault and was the one that put the collars around their necks. Twilight feared her the most. Not because she was the leader of the group she calls, The Reapers, no. It was because Twilight was forced to watch her torture her first friend in the new world to death.

"A vigilante judging from the wounds of the three in the back. The holes are small but well placed," he replied unphased to the deaths of his fallen comrades.

"Is he alone?" Raven asked, slightly relieved, but the look of bloody murder never left her tattooed face. She leaned against the wall next to one of the barricaded windows, laser rifle at the ready.

"No, there'ahs a sniper in the town or on 'da ridge," Scarface said from the front. "So, watch 'da windows.'

"Hey, boss?" the fourth member of the group said in a deep baritone, holding the collar of a new individual. Raven looked at the new arrival, firstly with confusion, then with a happy realization, but Twilight didn't care about that sudden change of mood. What she did care was the mud covered human in armor that she never saw before.

The new arrival wore a huge, black, trench coat that covered a formfitting set of armor underneath. The left shoulder had a patch with a picture of two cards. From what Twilight could tell, one card had a silver bullet with an Ace of Spades in the corners while the other had a lustful, female, Grimreaper with the symbols for the Queen of Hearts. The right shoulder of the trench coat was reinforced by overlapping armored plates, making it look like an outstretched wing.

The stranger wore thick, armored, leather pants with a metal case attached to his left thigh. There were many pouches filled with things that Twilight could only imagine attached to the belt. The stranger had a Vault Pip-boy on his left wrist, but his helmet was something else.

Two glowing red eyes stared without emotion at the group and the Slavers. Its muzzle looked like it belonged on a gas mask, but the most striking feature was how it was all one solid piece and in the shape of a falcon's head.

'Who are you?' Twilight wondered, too afraid to even utter a single peep with how paranoid the other Slavers are.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Raven asked, walking up to the kneeling stranger. "You must be the sniper, so where is your friend, hmm? Got caught out of position, hmm?"

"Movement outside, boss," the fifth said from the window to Twilight's right. "They are using a dumpster as mobile cover and getting into a defensive position. And they have a Mr. Gutsy."

"Get the rockets ready," Raven answered before tapping the stranger's helmet with the tip of her plasma rifle. "Now then, tell your friends to back off Ranger. Or else your death will be slow and painful."

'Ranger? Like a military Ranger? Is he here to save us?' Twilight thought hopefully, unbeknownst to Sarah's efforts on disarming their bomb collars while the Slavers were distracted by the stranger.

"No can do," the stranger replied in a metallic, disembodied voice.

"Oh, why is that? I don't want to give them a head in a basket as a warning," Raven purred; the same purr that Twilight heard before she began cutting Jade open with her knife. Raven walked around the stranger tracing her metal finger along the curves of the helmet.

"Boss, they've taken shelter in the town hall, should we go to intercept?" the fifth inquired.

"Hmm, take Scar and Razor and kill them. I'll stay here with Brick, the Ranger, and the Slaves."

"Let's go party boys," fifth said, earning stiff nods from the other two before leaving the office from the back entrance. Once they were gone, Twilight saw that the glowing red eyes of the stranger's mask were off and that his armored hands were slowly moving towards one of his bigger pouches.

Realizing that the stranger was about to do something, Twilight look back towards Sarah and the others, only to find them gone with their collars off and on the ground. Raven noticed this as well and walked over to Twilight, very unhappy.

"Where did they go!?" she demanded, pointing her knife at Twilight. Twilight backed into the wall, her heart racing a mile a second. She didn't know where they went or why they left her. She was too focused on the stranger to take notice!

"I-I don't know! I swear! Please don't hurt me!" Twilight whimpered as she shrank herself as deep into the corner as she could.

"You fucking liar!" the leader of the group shouted like she lost her panties in the sewer. The leader was a redhead like, the bitch that left Twilight behind to her fate, but her hair was short and combed to one side with the other shaved and tattooed with a black bird holding a sword.

"No! Please! I'm not lying!" Twilight begged with each kick that the leader gave when she couldn't get a straight answer, while all I could do was watch and wait for the right moment to make my move, and it hurt to watch such an innocent girl get abused in such a way.

"Bullshit! You and your little band of friends have been plotting an escape ever since the rest of you bolted for The Pit! Where!" She kicked, breaking Twilight's nose. The muffled sounds of whimpering and more begging grew quieter with each hit.

"Are!" She kicked again, twisting Twilights wrist at an odd angle, but no scream left her trembling lips.

"They!" She kicked one last time, knocking Twilight out for the time being. I left out a breath that I didn't know I held and watched the leader walk away from the trembling form of the unconscious girl and back towards me.

"Did you see them go, Ranger?" the leader asked with a rather dark smile plastered on her face. "'Cause I damaged the package, which means fewer caps for us. So now I need something to relieve some stress, and you are going to be my guilty pleasure for the night. Funny how things work out that way, hmm?"

"Yeah, funny, hehe," I chuckled to myself as I gripped two pulse grenades with my free hands behind my back, and pulled the pins. The leader tilted her head slightly, her smile gone and rage coming back. Her friend walked over to the window towards the front of the office and grabbed a pair of bolt cutters.

'Thank God I forgot to set the C4. I hope the other three finds them comfortable. Time for phase two.'

"What are you laughing about, Ranger?" the leader growled. She kicked me onto my back before Brick handed her the bolt cutters. I looked to my right, then back to Brick just on time for him to slam his boot down on my chest, leaving me slightly winded from the impact. I laughed again.

"It's... It's just so, damn, funny!" my laugh grew in volume. The sounds of my traps going off only made me worse.

"What the FUCK is so funny, cunt!?" the leader screamed with a hard kick against my helmet. The impact of her boot made my ears ring, effectively ending my laughter. I turned my head back towards the two armored giants staring at me and showed them my hands.

"Fuck!" the leader shouted as she and Brick tried to run away, but it was two late. The two pulse grenades went off right over me, the azure glow filling the office like an expanding bubble, killing anything and everything electrical, but myPip-Boy for some strange reason. The two Slavers dropped dead, frozen in place as their armor locked up with their Fusion Cores as dead as the sea. I stood up, grabbed my rifle and walked over the leader.

"That's what's funny," I finally answered. The leader glared at me with pure hatred in her eyes as I grabbed her knife and brought it to her neck. Her lips curled into a mocking smirk at this.

"Are going to kill me, Ranger?" she mocked further, earning a raised brown from within my helmet. "You can't can you? Not without getting kicked out from your little group, which should be dead by now!"

"You're right on that part. I can't kill you," I replied pulling the knife back, causing her smirk to turn maniacal. "If I was a Ranger,"

Her eyes went wide at those final words, but before she could reply, I rammed the knife into her exposed throat. The knarled blade showed no resistance as it met the bone of the Slavers spine. It happened so fast for her; that she couldn't utter anything but a garbled mess as she drowned in her own blood.

With the life gone from her eyes, I grabbed Brick's plasma rifle and fired a few shots into his head, turning his helmet and the skull within to liquid. He didn't say anything other than a calm "Fuck you." From there, I moved to Twilight and disarmed the cheap bomb collar and unlocked her shackles.

"Come on, Twilight. Let's get you out of here," I sighed, wrapping the cute girl in my coat, and with little effort, I carried her out of the post office out the back and ran towards the warehouse where I left my things.

"Please... Don't... Hurt me," Twilight whimpered in her forced sleep. I slowed my pace a little, my black heart falling further into darkness. I shook my head and continued on.

"Welcome to the wasteland, Twilight. Where all things pure and innocent come to die."

Author's Note

Level Up!

Perks - Out of your Climate. Your acclimated endurance from the Desert Wasteland of the Mojave made you more resilient in the hot climate, however, while in the colder area's of the North-East; you receive a Penalty to---(Survival -25), (Endurance -2), (Agility -2) (Strength -2), and (Perception -2) at night, outdoors, and during the day during the Spring, Fall, and Winter. This can be countered with appropriate clothing! So dress warm!

• Entropy's Rage. Because of the job you picked up; if companion takes damage, regardless of where she is, you will receive the same amount of damage. but while she is in your company, you will receive an increase in (Perception +2), (Science +15%), and (Medicine +15%) Best keep her happy and healthy!

-Entropy's Amusement. Any and all strange or outrageous/hilarious things that happen to you and your companion during the job will cause random and/or helpful items to appear in lootable areas. Bonus to (Luck -?)