The Brotherhood of Anarchy
By Red Velvet
"Those who desire to give up Freedom in order to gain Security, will not have, nor do they deserve, either one."
-Unknown

Finding the Gunslinger was quite a challenge. We had a basic idea of the area that he MIGHT be in, based on popular rumors. But that's all we knew, rumors. And rumors are not altogether, very trustworthy. So, basically, we had no idea where the Gunslinger could be. However, the most popular rumor was that he had a camp full of refugees a few miles east of Ponyville.

Naturally, we decided to check it out. And sure enough, his camp was there.

Twisting my fingers, as I often do when I'm nervous, I followed Black into the rocks near the camp. West, Blue, Big Mac, and Velvet were already waiting for us.

"You guys ready?" Black asked us in a hushed whisper, and we respond with a nod. "Then let's do this."

The Gunslinger's camp was very well guarded. It had a wooden tour on each corner of the camp with three guards in each. Between the towers were ten foot tall wooden fences. Inside there were three buildings and a bonfire. Two of the buildings were for housing, and the third was the armory. All in all, the camp had thirty troops, not including the Gunslinger.

It was gonna be VERY hard to breach.

Blue gave my shoulder a nudge, and gave a "what are you waiting for" face. I nodded in acknowledgement, and leapt over the rock I was using as cover. Looking up at the tour to make sure I wasn't being watched, I ran to the side of the fence, Blue right behind me.

After sliding my gun into my holster, I began to climb the tour's side. When I finally reached the top, I peered over the edge at the guards. One was sleeping, and the other two were playing chess. The perfect time to strike.

Lighting fast, I tore my .44 magnum out of it's holster, and pulled the trigger. It hit the guard in the side of the head, and a spray of blood and brain shot out of the wound. Thumbing back the hammer, I pointed the gun at the other guard. Also a direct hit, straight between the eyes.

As the man's body hit the floor, I jumped onto the tour's platform and ran to the STILL sleeping guard. I put the gun against his head, and I pulled the trigger.

Blue climbed onto the tour, out of breath, and put a sweaty hand on my shoulder. "Good work, Ray! You really out done yourself."

I pushed his hand away, and walked to the side of the tour facing the camp. Fishing around in my bag, I brought out two grenades. I quickly located the armory, pulled the grenade's pin, and tossed the explosive at it.

Total chaos * erupted.

When the building burst into flames, and most of the camp's weapons were destroyed, guards from all over left their posts to try and stop the overwhelming flame. The ones that didn't try to help stood in their spots, mouth's agape.

All part of the plan.

The fire had signaled the Star brothers, and the eastern wooden fence exploded with a BANG. Now it was Black's turn. He led the rest of the Brotherhood in, and the battle finally started.

Black took the first shots, pulling out his dual pistols, and shooting guards repeatedly. Velvet came in with her swords, ** and she cut men in half before they had time to react. Big Mac was the next to come in, shooting his personally chosen assault rifle at the guards, taking down dozens. The Star brothers came in next, and they LITERALLY punched and beat the guards to death. Crushing skulls, snapping necks, and ripping out spines is all part of the job for these seven foot tall three hundred pound men.

West came in last, setting up his sniper rifle, and taking point-blank shots at the soldiers. ***

It took a matter of minutes for all the soldiers to die. I counted all the bodies 23, 24, 25. On our scouting mission we had seen 30! 'Where the buck are the other five?' Me and my brain thought/said at the same time.

"Black!" I shouted to my captain. "There are five left somewhere!"

He looked up at me. "I know. Care to check the buildings with me?"

I nodded, and slid down the tour's ladder, landing on a dead body. Checking the armory's inside I found two charred bodies, making my stomach turn. They looked like human shaped hamburgers. It was pretty disgusting.

I gave a slight smile to Velvet, and ran to the closer building. Inside it had thirty rooms with a bed and dresser in each. I told this to Black, and he sent the Star brothers in to loot.

The rest of the soldiers had to be in the other building. Black knew this, so we both went in together.

The inside was a small gray room with a cellar door on the floor. It was locked with a six number combo, and hushed whispers could be heard from the other end.

"Now, how the hell do we get THIS open?" Black sighed after he examined the lock.

I gave a little smirk. "I got a grenade."

"I like the way you think, Ray."

We ran outside, tossed in the grenade, shut the door so we wouldn't die, and laughed at the sound of the explosion. After knowing it was safe, we went back inside, and examined the cellar. Still locked.

"Damn this things strong." Black grunted.

Before I could respond, a voice replied from behind me. "I can fix that." It was Blue.

"Go ahead and try." Black said waving his hand in an inviting gesture.

Blue pulled some tools, and a magazine out of his bag. "This'll be easy. It's a standard military lock. Anyone that calls themselves a lock-pick can get into this."

"What would be its level on Fallout?" I asked, curiously.

"Hard. Level 80, maybe. They don't tell you the lock's exact level."

"And what level would your lock-picking skill be?" I ask.

"96. I'm a bucking master."

Black sighed, and facepalmed.

"That should be it!" Blue said a moment after the lock made a clicking sound.

Black pushed him aside, and jumped into the cellar. "BUCK!"

"What's wrong?" I asked, gun in hand.

"Use the ladder." Black's grumbling voice replied.

"Wait here." I said to Blue, and climbed down the ladder to Black.

"How's the leg?" I ask with mock sympathy.

"Just leave me here." Black moaned. "I'll catch up."

I nodded, and began walking down the dusty hallway, searching for the famous Gunslinger.

Two men stood at the end of the hallway, guarding the Gunslinger's room. My hand became a flash, and I was thumbing back the magnum's hammer. I squeezed my trigger finger, pulled back the gun's hammer, and shot the other guard before he had got his rifle up.

My hand curled around the door's knob, and the door swung open revealing a guard sitting at a desk. He was crying. He knew he was gonna die. And sure enough, he did. I walked to his body and found a note. A note for me, from the Gunslinger.

Howdy soldier,
My name's Braeburn, butcha prolly know me as the Gunslinger. After all, that's whatcha call me. Congrats on killin' mah men. Butcha still gonna die. Turn around.

I swallowed hard, and spun around to see... the Gunslinger. He was a tall, tan skinned man with a bright white smile. He was wearing a big cowboy hat; tall, spurred boots; and a country style suit, and scarf. But the most important thing I noticed, in my opinion, was the gun in my face.

"Well howdy! I forgot ta welcome you ta New Appaloosa!" He put way to much emphasis on the last word, and he stepped up to his tiptoes too.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Appaloosa was destroyed. Luna ordered the bomb strike over a year ago. Why would you name this place after that piece of junk town?"

"IT WAS MA BUCKIN' HOME! Just like one ah Luna's guards ta be so insensitive." He sneered at me.

"You do know you're dangerously close to me? That's a bad move for an interrogation." I slapped the gun from his hand, and pulled up mine.

CLICK!

My face went pale as I looked down at my trusty gun. It was out of ammo.

"Well ah reckon ya just tried ta kill me." The Gunslinger shook his head violently, and picked up his gun.

"I-l" I stammered, trying to find the right words.

"Don worry 'bout it. Yer still gonna die." He laughed manically.

I took a deep breath. "Why am I still alive?"

"Good point. Ah assume ya've killed all ma pals. So yer gonna be ma ticket outta here. Oh course ah gotta tell ya ma life story first."

I licked my lips nervously. "Just kill me now, why don't you?"

He shook his head violently. "Na ah'll kill ya after ah'm safe. Ah'll spare ya ma life story if ya tell ma somethin' ya eva met ah man named Big Mac?"

"Yeah! He heres right now. He's in the same battalion as me. The Brotherhood of Anarchy."

"Dang! Ma cousins here. I can't believe it he's really her-" he was cut off by a bullet bursting his skull, spraying me with blood and gore.

"Looks like I came just in the nick of time." Black laughed from behind me.

"Yeah." I act like it was no big deal, but silently I'm screaming my thanks to him.

Black slaps my shoulder. "Ponyville, here we come."

Author's Note

How you liking the story so far? pretty good, right? of course it is. So, you may have noticed some random * within this chapter. As a matter of fact, they AREN'T random. They simply appear to be random since you do not know there meaning. Well, I'm going to explain that meaning to you, if you care to know. They exist for one purpose, to show you where an author's note should be read, or not. It makes no differences to me. Anyway, enjoy your reading!

*Or anarchy if prefer it.
**Another sexy attribute I love about her.
***He refuses to use anything, but a sniper rifle. After all, his last name IS Snipes. That's also why he was so mad at me for missing the General Red shot. He prolly would've got it.