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Stolen Moments	By : draygon Category: +A through F > Fallout (Series) > Fallout (Series) Views: 12094 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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BANG BANG BANG

Moriarty rolled his eyes as he took a long drag from the cigarette pressed between his chapped lips. That damn ghoul was beating on the radio again. As though that was going to make the signal come in any clearer. He really didn't like smacking the ghoul around. Just the thought of touching that thing serving drinks out there sent a shiver down Moriarty's spine.

BANG BANG BANG

"God damn it, Gob!" Moriarty leaned in his chair so he could see the curve of Gob's head through the doorway. "You break that radio and I'll take the repair cost out of what's left of your hide." Moriarty blew a plume of smoke out of his nose, irritated with all the distractions. First that woman skipped out on him when he had every right to resend her permission to leave, then that doctor walks right into his establishment and demands information on everything under the sun under the pretense of propriety. Moriarty crushed the cigarette butt in the ashtray as he saved his progress.

He sat back in his chair and threw a shot of whiskey back, wincing as it burnt its way down. Moriarty stayed in his office, listening to the conversation outside the door. He absently noticed the door opening again and a pair of booted feet shuffling up to the bar. He listened as a clear, female voice spoke quietly to Gob. There was no disgust or screaming or cries of pain as the patron struck Gob. Intrigued, Moriarty got up from his chair and chanced a glance at the young woman speaking to Gob.

The sight that greeted his eyes was a rare one. Most of the women that came through his saloon were rough around the edges, scarred and covered in dirt and filth. This fine young lass, however, was clean, her hair pulled back in a pony tail and her eyes were clear and bright. As innocent as a newborn babe. Moriarty could feel the smile curl up the sides of his mouth. This would be fun.

Gob was directing the young lass back to Moriarty and he sat back at his chair and lit another cigarette. "Mr. Moriarty?"

Moriarty chuckled to himself. How could this be any easier? "Aye, lass. That'd be me." He took another drag. "What brings you into my fine establishment?"

"I'm looking for my father. Middle-aged guy. Maybe you've seen him?" The young woman picked at the sleeve of her vault jumpsuit, biting her lip.

Moriarty squinted his eyes as he regarded the young woman closer. She looked almost... "My God! It's you! The little baby girl, all grown up." Moriarty laughed as he gave her a once over. "Persistent little flower, ain't, you? Then and now it would seem. It's been a long time kid."

A strange expression passed over the young woman's face at his words. "Oh, your dad's passed through here, all right. Here and gone." He waved his hand as though waving at a figure on the horizon. "Got what he came for, and then left." Moriarty smirked as the young woman coughed and waved her hand in front of her face as Moriarty blew smoke out from his mouth. "I'm assuming you'll do the same, correct?"

The same strange expression stayed on her face. "What?" She shook her head. "My father and I were born in Vault 101... "

"Is that what your father told you? That you were born in that hole? That HE was born there as well?" Moriarty couldn't help but laugh at the lost look on the young woman's face. "Ah, the lies we tell to those we love." Moriarty shook his head at the way the young woman's face twisted with the myriad of emotions his words had brought forth. "Your father brought you to that vault after you were born. To keep you safe, you see." He sat back in his chair. "I remember it well. You stayed in my saloon, after all."

"That's right. Your father, his Brotherhood of Steel friend, and you. The suckling babe with nary a tit to suckle. Sorry about your mom. Truly." He rubbed his cigarette out. "Ah, life goes on. Daddy lied. Life's full of little disappointments." Moriarty could tell that this girl was still fixated on the fact that neither she nor her father were born in the Vault. "And now... you're all grown up, and wondering where he's gone to."

"But... my dad told me we were born in the vault." She had sat in the chair opposite Moriarty, her eyes downcast as she tried to process everything.

"Ah," Moriarty poured himself another shot of whiskey. "I see. You know, I've heard about the brainwashing that goes on down there. From some other fella. Escaped, oh... Five years back." He threw the liquor into his mouth as he watched the young woman's shoulders sink. "'All hail the Overseer! We're born in the Vault, we die in the Vault' and all that other assorted lunacy." Moriarty shook his head. "Kid, you've got better programming than our own Deputy Wield. You'd best wise up quick. Wouldn't want anyone... taking advantage of you. Hmm?"

"Look," the young woman pinched the bridge of her nose as she spoke, looking like she were fending off a headache. "I just want to find my dad. Do you know where he is?"

Moriarty thought for a second. He sucked his teeth as he leaned forward, one hand on his knee. "You look like a nice kid. So, I'm going to be straight with you. Your dad was here, and now he's not, and yes, I know where he went." He took a bottle cap from his desk as though to demonstrate his point. "But you're asking me for information, and information is a commodity. And like any commodity, it must be sold at a reasonable market price."

"What's reasonable?" The young woman backed away as much as she could while sitting down.

Moriarty stroked his chin. "Let's say... 100 caps, and daddy's location is yours."

The young woman, Moriarty never did ask her name, just stared at the bottle cap with barely hidden incredulity. "I don't have any caps."

Moriarty chuckled, he had certainly seen this coming a mile away. "All right, kid. Let me help you out, you know... for old time's sake." He put the cap back down and leaned back in his chair, treating this as just another business transaction. "If you don't have the caps, then maybe you could do a little favor for me."

She nodded, some hope coming back to her face. "Sure, anything for the information."

"Eager, eh? Good... I like that. It's nice to have a doer in this shit hole of a town for a change. This junkie bitch named Silver borrowed quite a few caps from me... claimed she could start funneling Jet and Psycho to me for a good price. Problem is, she scrammed with the loot and set her self up in Springvale so she can inject herself into a stupor." He poured himself another shot of whiskey, noticing with some irritation that he was almost out. "Get the caps and they're yours. Yours to pay me with, anyway." He laughed as he let the amber liquid slither down his throat.

"Ok... I'll do it." The young woman nodded as she got up from her chair. Moriarty didn't follow, only saluted her with his shot glass.

"I await our next meeting, with bated breath."

Moriarty frowned as he watched that suited creep walk back into his establishment and sit down in his usual chair in the right corner. He came in every day, ordered a single shot of whiskey and left the full shot glass on the table beside him, untouched as he eyed the people walking in and out of Moriarty's saloon all day long. Moriarty shook his head and looked up as the door opened again.

His face brightened as he saw the young girl he had sent out on the errand earlier in the week. He had heard tell that she had taken a few odd jobs from Moira Brown to keep food in her belly while she tracked Silver down. She still looked a little green from the slightly irradiated food. She smiled sweetly to Gob, who had the good sense to keep his head down with Moriarty so close and just continue wiping the counter down.

"Here," she threw a bag filled with bottle caps toward Moriarty who caught it with one hand and opened it up to give the contents a cursory glance. "Now... where did my dad go?"

He smirked at the roughness already starting to creep into her demeanor. It wouldn't be long before she was as hardened and sunbaked as the average grunt who drank his caps away in his establishment. "Promise is a promise, and I always honor my end of the bargain." He pocketed the caps and leaned forward, planting his hands on the bar in front of him. "He headed southeast, into the city. Said he needed information from those loonies at the station. You know, Galaxy News Radio. What there is of it, anyway."

"What is 'Galaxy News Radio'?" She winced as a particularly high pitched squeal came from the radio as one of the inebriated patrons hit it with an empty whiskey bottle.

"It's some loudmouth radio station located in the ruins of D.C. Three-Dog, the king of that loony bin, keeps yapping about fighting some Good Fight or something." He dismissively waved his hand. "Bunch of crap. But, I suppose if you wanted to know what was going on in the Wasteland, that's the place to go. Me, I could care less."

Nita sighed and shook her head. She hoped that this would be easier than gun fights with Raiders, drinking irradiated water, diffusing land mines or blowing up Mole Rats. She had had just about enough with this Wasteland business and looked forward to dragging her father back down the hole they had come from. Hopefully, once she found him, things would have cooled down there somewhat and they could go about living their boring, uninteresting lives devoid of bullets flying and crazed weirdos lurking in subways breeding fire breathing ants.

Hell, maybe they could go to Rivet City where she had led that Wilkes boy to. That heap of trash seemed a whole lot better than having to live out in the wasteland. "I'll be going, then." She turned and left without acknowledging either Moriarty or the man in the corner gesturing to her to get her attention. She had more important business at the moment.
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