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The Courier	By : FantasyWriter1 Category: +A through F > Fallout (Series) > Fallout (Series) Views: 12579 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Well, whatever you were doing. I'm glad you're back Sunny." Trudy said, as she opens the two bottles of Nuka-Cola with bottle opener installed into the bar, and slide the bottles across the bar top, to the two ladies.
Merle touches the smooth, round rim of the glass bottle to her lips, and tilts the bottle up. She relishes in the soft drink's refreshing cola flavor, and the bubbling sensation of its carbonation, despite knowing that some of that is due to the small amount of radiation mixed into the drink's formula.
"What are you going to do about Ringo and the Powder Gangers?" Sunny said, as she takes a drink of her own bottle of Nuka-Cola.
"Personally I'd rather not get involved." Trudy said, as she places tin plates with steamy hot gecko steaks on them, in front of her hungry patrons.
"Trudy you know as well as I do, that ain't possible. The Powder Gangers are going to hit the town sooner or later. If not now, then sometime further down the line." Sunny said.
"I know but can we do?" Trudy said.
"You could fight them off. Band together, take up arms and show them that Goodsprings ain't an easy target. Eventually, they'll take the hint and keep their distance from your town." Merle said, as she picks up the knife and fork on the plate and starts cutting off a piece of steak. Sunny turns in her seat, and looks at the Courier as the beautiful, tough looking road warrior puts the piece of meat in her mouth. Liking the way Merle thinks, as cuts off a piece of her steak.
"Well everyone here does own a gun, but we're a town of farmers, prospectors, and merchants, not fighters." Trudy said.
"Well if you don't take a stand against the Powder Gangers, they're going burn the town down around you. And there are far more dangerous people out there than Powder Gangers. You got to show them all that Goodsprings is a community that's more than willing to defend itself." Merle said, just before she washes down the steak with a drink of soda.
"Easy Pete does have a stash of dynamite somewhere. Maybe if you could convince you to let you use some of it." Sunny said, with a mouthful of gecko steak.
"No way Easy Pete will just let anyone handle dynamite." Trudy said.
"I know my way around explosives. I can persuade him to loan me a few sticks." Merle said, as she forks another chunk of crispy gecko meat into her mouth.
"Then there's the matter of protection. Chet over at general store might have some leather armor he could loan out. It won't provide much protection against bullets or explosions, but it does offer protection from melee weapons. Which the Powder Gangers are sure to plenty of." Trudy said.
"No way Chet will just hand over his entire stock of leather armor. Even with the town at risk, he'd still make you barter with him." Sunny said, as she takes a drink of Nuka-Cola, to wash down her food. While Merle quickly cuts up her steak, and forks the piecesin her mouth, only stopping to get drink of cola.
Merle swallows the food in her mouth, and says. "I might be able to reason with Chet. Sunny you go see if the Doc will give us a few stimpacks, just in case someone gets wounded."
"Oh boy, I'm not sure about all this." Trudy said, doubting the idea of getting involved in something that really isn't the town's business.
"Come on Trudy, guns, bullets flying, explosions. It might be fun." Merle said. Trudy looks over at the woman in jumpsuit and smiles.
"You know, you might be a complete stranger, but I can't help but like you. Plus you've already helped the people Goodsprings. I'm with you." Trudy said.
"Good." Merle said, with a confident smile on her tough as nail, beautiful face, as she finishes her meal and chugs down the last of her Nuka-Cola.
"Now all I gotta do is convince the rest of the town to pitch in." Trudy said.
"Don't worry Trudy the people of Goodsprings know and respect you. If anyone can convince them to join us, it's you." Sunny said.
"Sunny I don't know how you're able to so optimistic about everything in this crazy world we live in. But I don't know where I'd be without you girl." Trudy said. Sunny smiles at Trudy, and then continues eating and drinking.
"Well, I'm going to handle what I gotta do." Merle said, as she wipes her mouth with the sleeve of jumpsuit. Then turns and gets up off the bar stool. Trudy starts cleaning up the area where she was sitting, when Merle stops and turns around.
"Trudy, can I get a bottle of whiskey?" Merle said. Trudy nods her head, and reaches for a dust covered bottle sitting on the shelf behind her, and hands it to Merle. Who takes the bottle in exchange for a few caps for the bottle, and one more as tip for her services and hospitality. Then she turns, gives Sunny a wink and a smile, pats Cheyenne on the head, and then proceeds to the front door.
A brief gust of winds blows a cloud of dust across the old wooden porch of the Prospector Saloon. Merle turns her head away from the wind, and shields her face with her hand from the dust. When she notices the old man sitting on on the porch, pulling the brim of hat down to shield his face from dust.
"Are you Easy Pete?" She said, as the dust clears.
"Yep, that's me." He said, in that calm, lazy, care free way that men his age often do.
"Nice to meet you Pete, I'm Merle. I'm sure you know about the gang of idiots that are planning to hit this town." Merle said.
"Yep, that's what I figured with that rude youngster came stomping out a while ago." He said. Merle puts one foot back up against the wall next to the door, and leans back against the wall.
"That's why I'm talking to you now. I was hoping you could get me a few sticks of dynamite from that stash you got?" Merle said. Pete turns on the creaky chair he's sitting on, and looks at her with those blue eyes of his, surrounded by the wrinkles of many years of life in the wasteland, and the leathery tanned skin given to him by that unforgiving sun.
"I don't think so, you're gonna blows yourselves up if I give it to you. Best to leave buried." Pete said.
"I know all about the caring and the handling of explosives, dynamite included." Merle said.
"Well, I guess you know what you're doing. But you're the only one who can handle it, well besides myself of course." Pete said.
"I guess you're planning on joining us." Merle said.
"Well, it's only a matter of time before someone came for us. If not them, then someone else. It's a fact of life here in wasteland." Pete said, "best thing to do is show'em we ain't gonna to just lay down and take it."
"You're a wise man, Pete." She said.
"Well, I'll go dig it up. I'll have it ready by the time the fightin starts." Pete said, as he slowly rises to his feet and starts walking away. Just as the door opens with Sunny and Cheyenne coming out, followed by Trudy who is carrying a double barrel shotgun down at her side.
Sunny and her dog head towards the Doc's house, while Trudy begins going around the town talking to folks about the situation. As Merle heads around the saloon, to the general store next door to talk to Chet. After using her charisma, and some quick bartering she managed to talk Chet into helping out by providing armor and ammunition for the coming fight. After handling that, she starts walking towards the old abandoned gas station that sits up the hill about fifty yards from the rest of the town. As Merle gets around the side of the Doc's house, she sees Sunny coming out of the house. Sunny smiles at her, as holds up both hands that are holding several stimpacks. Merle knods her head in approval, as she continues on towards the gas station. She looks back at Sunny to see her heading back towards the saloon, as Trudy starts her way back with a group of the town's people following her, every single one of them armed with a handgun, rifle, or shotgun.
As Merle gets close to the gas station, she unzips her jumpsuit a bit, and pulls out the whiskey bottle, she uncorks it and takes a drink to calm her nerves. From about to enter a gas station, with a man who's most likely going to be pointing a gun at the first person to come through the door. She places the cork back in the bottle, and slides in back inside her jumpsuit, zips it back up. Merle slides the rifle off her shoulder, as she approaches the door. She grips the rifle and stands to the side of the door, she slowly turns the door knob and pulls it open. Merle hears the sound of the hammer on a pistol being cocked, while standing off to the side, using the doorway and wall as cover as she addresses Ringo.
"Ringo, I'm not here to harm you. I'm here to help you." Merle said.
"Step out where I can see you." Ringo said, as he hides behind the counter with his nine millimeter pistol aimed at the open door.
"Don't shoot me, and if you do you make sure you kill me. Because I will if you don't." Merle said.
Ringo keeps aiming at the door, as Merle steps out into view. Ringo uncocks the gun, and holsters it when he sees that she's not wearing any of the Powder Gangers' gear.
"Sorry about the gun, you just startled me is all. How about we start over with a nice friendly game of caravan." Ringo said.
Maybe some other time," Merle said, as she calmly leans her shoulder up against the door frame, "I hear you've gotten into some pretty deep shit with the Powder Gangers."
"Yeah, Joe Cobb and his boys figure I owe' em some kinda tole for traveling through their territory, and last time I checked they ain't NCR." He said.
"Right. Well would be interested in a hired gun?" Merle said.
"All I got on me is some caps. Their the Crimson Caravan's funds, but they're yours if you can help." Ringo said.
"That'll have to do, I guess." Merle said.
"Ya know you and me and exactly a force to reckoned with. We'll just end up sharin a grave if it's just the two of us. Now if some of the others were on our side, our odds would be better." Ringo said.
"Already taken care of." Merle said.
"The Powder Gangers are here to play." Merle heard Sunny say, from behind her. Merle looks over her shoulder at Sunny, who's standing near the busted non-functioning gas pumps, knods and then looks back at Ringo with a smile.
"Well, shall we welcome our new guests?" She said.
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Will be continued.
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