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In The Wastes	By : Serpentor Category: +A through F > Fallout (Series) > Fallout (Series) Views: 3171 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Fifth installment of the “in the Wastes” series.
Sniper in the Wastes
Hank was sitting in his house just enjoying a day off, he’d been here there and yonder these past few weeks, no rest in the wastes, his favorite saying. Ginn was on patrol around town, and Sally was somewhere probably with Maggie and Harden, he was alone except for…here came the annoyance. “Good Afternoon how may I serve you master? (Though I really don’t want too.)” Go away was his first thought.
“Wadsworth you asked me that ten minutes ago. You don’t have to ask me that again today. Go…clean something.”
Twenty minutes later, “Good afternoon can I get you something master?” A pipe to beat you he thought.
Hank got up and grabbed his hat and coat from the coat hanger and was out the door. We made his way to Moriarty’s, might as well spend some caps. On second thought he couldn’t stand that ass. He turned and took the ramp to the ground, and headed in the Brass Lantern. “Hey Jenny.” he said as he passed.
“Hey Hank.” He went inside and took a seat at the bar.
“Hey Andy got any cold beer?”
“Sure” he said handing him one. He heard a conversation going on behind him. “That’s what I heard, there is a big treasure stashed somewhere in that scrapyard, but I ain’t dumb enough to go up there alone. It’s near a burned out bus.”
“Really?” Hank said to himself.
“How do you know that?” his drinking buddy asked.
“There was this note, I haven’t seen it but that’s what I heard.” Hank was by no means a treasure hunter but he was interested. He finished his beer, handed Andy his caps and headed back to his house. He grabbed his Xuanlong, his Scoped .44, and his pack making sure it was stocked with grenades and mines. He was at the main gate when he heard.
“Hey where are you going?” Well that’s a hell of a thing for some random person to ask him. He turned around and saw Ginn walking up the hill carrying her always trusty hunting rifle. “Well?” she asked.
“Heard something interesting I was going to go check it out. Why, do you want to come too?”
“No, I just thought you would say something before running off.”
“It’s what I’ve always done.”
“True, so what is this interesting thing?”
“Something about a treasure in the scrapyard.”
“Really? Maybe I should come. Be careful.”
“Always am.”
“Yeah right.” She said suppressing a laugh. “When was the last time I was in trouble?”
“Sally mentioned the raiders.”
“Damn.”
“And my gang, and the super mutants not once but twice, and the Mirelurks”
“Ok ok ok, point taken. Your gang wasn’t bad, that was fish in a barrel.”
He was at the Super Duper Mart, and checked his Pipboy for the location. Almost true North, but a hell of a walk. He started on his mission.
After sometime he was getting close to a group of buildings. His Pipboy said Bethesda Ruins. Need to be careful. Raiders lurk in these type of areas. He thought. He saw a bus that looked like half was missing. As he crouched down at the end of the line of buildings. He saw two raiders moving around, one was just walking around the street the other was a sniper moving around on their perch above the road. He also saw a raider in the half a bus. He moved as close as he could. He took aim on the guy taking a stroll in the road. BANG! He hit the ground. “Damn wasn’t a kill shot.” Hank thought. The place came alive as it always does when the shooting starts. The sniper dropped to a knee scanning the area. He wasn’t looking in Hank direction yet. Hank sighted him up and BANG! caught him in the upper arm. “Huh, sight must be off.” He’s out of commission anyway. The guy in the half a bus saw him this time and opened up with an assault rifle. Hank ducked around the corner as the bullets hit no where near him. Hank pulled a grenade from his pack and threw it around the corner.
“Oh fuck!” BOOM! Hank was around the corner the guy was ducking next to the building across the street. Hank gunned him down. There had to be more than three. He got up and headed towards the first one he shot. He was still moving, he had a lead pipe with was lying a little away from him. Hank picked it up and clubbed him in the back of the head with it, dropping the now bloody pipe. He saw movement again, just inside the busted building that the sniper was on. BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Hank dropped to the ground and rolled out of the firing area. “Shit” he said grabbing his arm.
“Judging by the rate of fire there are at least two more.” He said.
“I’m gonna beat you senseless.” the Raider yelled.
“You have a gun dumbass!” Hank yelled back.
“Shut up!” the raider replied. He pulled his .44 and peeked around the corner of the bus, there was one inside the building he couldn’t see but with the scope he could see the other was outside the building at the far corner. While he was undercover he checked his arm. It just grazed it but it still hurt like hell. He laid on the ground and moved out a little of the half bus so he could see the far one. Using his scoped .44 he sighted them up, BANG! They went down. One more to go, he hoped. He moved a little more around the front and saw the last one. She had purple spiked hair the usual raider armor and an assault rifle. Something must have alerted her to his position on the ground she opened up on him. He rolled aside just in time.
“If you toss you gun out I won’t kill you.” He said, surprised at how often it actually works, unfortunately this was not one of those times.
“Give up? I got you pinned.” She called back.
“The odds are not in your favor. I’ve killed four of your buddies and I’m one man. Toss out the rifle and you won’t die.” He repeated his offer.
“Fuck you!”
“Ok I gave you a chance.” He pulled out one of his grenades and looked to the sniper position. “Wonder if he’s still alive?” he said as he judged the distance. He tossed one grenade through the window. BOOM! The raider turned around to see what it was, she turned back and saw Hank, a flash, and then she hit the ground. He gathered all the ammo from the raiders on the ground. “Now to check the sniper.” He said to himself. He went up the stairs in back and around the crumbling floor, to his perch. He saw he was breathing shallow. “Well he’s still alive.” He said. At this the raiders eyes flew open. He had lost a lot of blood, “leave you or put you out of your misery?” he asked. He didn’t answer, Hank stepped out on the ledge to gather his gun and ammo. “Well I need your answer or I’ll pick for you. Fuck it.” BANG!
He continued his trek to the scrapyard. He didn’t run it to anything on his way there. He ducked a couple of Sentry bots one was fighting with a Rad Scorpion the other wasn’t close enough to pick him up. He had reached the gates when, “Kill him, Kill him!” he heard someone shout from inside. Hank pulled his gun and moved in quickly. He heard snarling and barking coming from the same place as the voices. “Get it!”
“Fuck that, you see what it did to Fred?” Hank had moved to a pile of cars. He peeked around the side, he saw two raiders both had pipes, and there was a large dog that looked ready to kill them both. It lunged at one and he retreated two steps. Hank saw their problem, they were pinned, the dog blocked the only way out. Finally the dog jumped one, the other moved to club it on the back.
“Hey scum!” Hank called.
“Huh?” The raider looked in his direction. BANG! He hit the ground, the other had his throat ripped out. A cry of pain came from the corner next to Hank. He looked down and saw a scavenger laying there still alive.
“You ok, man?” Hank asked knowing the answer.
“I don’t have long.” He managed.
“Da….Da….Dogmeat.” he called, the dog walked over and licked his face. “Will you take him?” the scavenger asked.
“I don’t know what to do with him.”
“He…he’s great at fi…finding things. Please.”
“Ok I’ll take him.”
“Thaaa….” Was all the scavenger said.
“Dogmeat?”
“RUFF.”
What a name, Hank thought. “Come on I guess.”
Hank had been looking in buses for about an hour now and had found nothing. “Damn which bus? This place is full of them, all burned to some degree.” He was searching the last one he had found. Nothing. “I give up, someone probably already found it. Dogmeat…Dogmeat? Now where did he get too?”
“WOOF!” Hank stepped out of the bus, Dogmeat was near the front pawing at something,
“What is it boy? You find something?” he asked remembering the scavenger’s words. He pushed Dogmeat back, it was an ammo case. “Well at least I found some ammo.” He picked the lock. Inside was a comic and other books. “This better not be the big treasure or I’m going to kill those guys.” He picked them up and put them in his pack. “Let’s head home, your new home.”
“Well, well, well.” Son of a bitch Hank thought, it’s never easy. Hank turned around. It was the two guys from the bar with two hired guns with them. “I know you, you live in Megaton.” Hank noticed none had their guns drawn.
“Yes I do. Can I help you?”
“You have something that belongs to us.” He said gesturing to his friend and him. “Plus their cut.” he mentioned offhand.
“So what do you think I got?”
“Caps, ammo, guns, tech, one of those.”
“Wrong, wrong, wrong, and wrong, wow zero for four.” Hank replied.
“What?”
“The only thing in there was a few comics and some other books.”
“Liar!” the guy shouted. “Guys shoot hi—” in seconds Hank’s .44 was in his face.
“Say it, finish that sentence, please. Your guys get me but you WILL die! You will turn and walk away or I will kill you.” They turned with Hank following with his gun pointed at the back of the would be thief’s head all the way to the gate. And he watched them walk until they were out of sight.
BANG! Hank’s head jerk up, that sounded kind of close but not too close. “High powered rifle. It came from the north. I wonder what’s going on? Let’s go check it out Dogmeat.” He exited the Scrapyard through the other exit, and headed north, towards what appears to be an abandoned neighborhood. He ran across a guy laying on the ground he had a serious gunshot wound. “Crazy sniper in minefield. Hel-” he died in mid sentence. Hank skirted around to the eastside. As he got closer he could see movement on the top of a building that didn’t look like it belonged in the area. It looked like a crumbling office building in a neighborhood of houses. He was creeping closer when Dogmeat jumped up from behind and grabbed his collar and pulled him back.
“What the hell Dogmeat?!” BOOM! His eyes were wide in surprise. “Thanks Dogmeat.” It was a landmine. And now that Hank thought to look for traps he could see several more, several more, which would explain the dead guys comment about minefield. The road was littered with them and he was willing to bet they were also peppered through the grass. He looked over the playground towards the building, “I can’t see him clearly.” He took the scope off his .44 and used that to check the sniper’s position. He was only up for a second when, BANG! it hit right next to head peppering him with wood splinters from the house. “Shit, he knows I’m here. Probably saw me coming. Dogmeat I need you to stay here. You’ll be safer.” Hank went around to the other side of the house hoping the sniper wouldn’t think to look there quickly. He laid on the ground to prevent as much disturbance as possible. He pulled the scope up to his eye. He could see the sniper peering through his scope looking for him. Good he hasn’t started looking for me further afield, Hank thought. Hank surveyed the snipers position he could see several ammo cases, and a crappy little lean to in the back. He set up for the long run. He slowly moved back around the corner, and pulled out the sniper rifle he acquired from the raiders. He checked it over, it was in shit condition. He knew the sight was off, but didn’t know by how much in any direction. He could use his .44 but he removed the scope and he would have to readjust that one too. He would have to take a chance with the sniper rifle. After he shot the sniper would be on him fast if he missed, and that trick wouldn’t work twice. He moved out of cover with the sniper rifle ready. He looked down the scope and sighted up on a torso shot, and saw “oh shit” the sniper was looking right in his direction. Hank pulled, and so did the sniper. Hank rolled to the left back behind the house felling something rip down his right arm. He leaned against the house looking at his arm, the bullet was so close the force ripped his jacket and burned a streak down his arm also irritating the existing graze he got earlier. “Should have worn my armor. I wonder how I did.” Hank thought admiring the snipers quick aiming. Hank did worse. His bullet had been aimed at the sniper’s torso but the off sight caused it to go up and to the left, it was right by the sniper’s ear. He pulled out his Xuanlong; he had to compensate for accuracy with high rate of fire. “WOOF, WOOF, WOOF, WOOF!” The sniper heard the dog and spun in his direction. Hank rolled out and opened up on his position. He saw the sniper drop. Hope I got him good. He thought. He watched the spot for sometime to see if he reappeared. He didn’t. Hank started to plan a path to run so he didn’t have to stop and disarm that many mines with a possible sniper that could reappear. He went over his path twice in his head, took a few deep breaths and ran.
He was zigzagging through the playground very aware of the small explosions following his path. In no time he was up the stairs of the busted building housing the sniper. He pulled his gun and carefully walked up the last set, as he came level with the second floor he pulled his gun up and aimed it at the sniper he saw laying down. “I wonder if he’s dead.” He said.
“UUUUHHHHH.” He heard the sniper moan, and walked over to him, still with his gun aimed at him.
“So you like sniping innocent wasters?”
“They were slavers.”
“No they weren’t, I saw them.”
“You saw the slaves.”
“Yeah full of bullet holes that you put there.”
“Hole.”
“What?”
“You said holes, it was one.”
“I really don’t care, right now I’m trying to figure out how to kill you. I could shot you, kick you off and blow you up, or I could live you here to die slowly. I can set traps you can’t see until it’s too late.”
“Fuck you!” the sniper said as a knife slipped from up his wrist. For being shot he was still fast, he lunged up at Hank catching him on the across the chest as he jumped back.
Lucky for his lightning reflexes or he would be dead, the blade was very sharp and it sliced through his leather armor easily and lightly grazed his chest drawing blood. Hank quickly kicked him in the arm that was still extended from the knife strike, he dropped the knife. “That’s it, you’re dead.” He grabbed him by the collar and threw him over the side. He waited seconds before he heard three consecutive explosions. He looted his ammo and gun, and made his way back down the stairs, passing the snipers limbless torso on the way out. He disarmed several landmines on the way out. Moira would love to have some of these he thought.
The way back to Megaton was long and uneventful. It was very late when he got there. “Hold there!” he heard call from the Megaton’s crow’s-nest.
“Take it easy Stockholm, it me Hank.”
“Alright go on.”
“Man I’m tired.”
“Woof.”
“I bet you are too Dogmeat.” He arrived at his house and opened the door.
“Hank you’re back!” It was Sally.
“Hey Sally so good to see you, did you have a good day?” “Yeah—when did you get a dog?”
“Today, his name is Dogmeat, do you want him?”
Her eyes grew wide “Can I really?”
“Yeah. Dogmeat this is Sally, listen to her. By the way where is Ginn? It’s late I figured she’d be home tonight.”
“We had some trouble earlier today. Big gang of raiders somehow they got through the gate but Ginn, Stockholm, Jericho, and Simms cut them down quickly none where killed but…”
“What, was she hurt?”
“Not a lot, Simms is bad, his down at Church’s Clinic. I was told to stay up and tell you what happened.”
“Okay well I’m going down there, you can go to bed now.”
“Ok.” She walked upstairs rubbing her eyes followed by Dogmeat.
Hank forgetting his appearance rushed down to Church’s Clinic. He heard voices as he got closer. He opened the door, and immediately saw Ginn and Jericho talking to Church.
Church saw Hank and rolled his eyes, “They all come in when its time to sleep.” He sighed. Jericho and Ginn turned in Hank’s direction.
“What the hell happened to you?” Ginn shouted taking in his slashed armor ripped up sleeve and large amounts of blood collecting in several spots.
“Should I start with the sniper, the mines, or the idiots I meet in the bar that I need to kill?”
“Sniper?” Ginn asked.
“I’ll tell you later, how Simms?”
“He’s comfortable for now, time will tell.” Church said. Comfortable, never a good state for the sick. Hank thought.
“I guess I could fix you up too.” Church mentioned offhand.
“If you’re not too busy I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.” Hank said sarcastically looking around and seeing only Simms who was taken care of long ago.
“Sit down.” Church instructed. As he was being patched up he relayed the story to them.
“So you left the dog with Sally?” Ginn asked.
“Yeah she seems overjoyed.”
“I’m sure she was.”
“Hey Jericho you want a sniper rifle?”
“Why I have this.”
“No reason, just thought I’d ask.” At that point Stockholm came in the clinic.
“We got trouble?” Jericho asked.
“No all’s quiet. It’s your guard in the nest, I need to sleep.”
“Alright.” he replied and they both left.
“There you’re all done.” Church said.
“Thanks Church”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” he said rubbing his fingers together in the universal sign for money. Hank handed him his caps.
“So your treasure hunt was a bust?”
“Oh hell yeah. Totally screwed on that one.”
“Well I told them I’d pull a double tonight just to be sure there’s no trouble, but first I have to tuck you in.” she said jokingly.
The next morning Hank woke up to an annoying sound that drilled its way into his sleep.
“Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh.”
“What the hell?” he said finally unable to block it out. He opened one eye and saw Dogmeat at the side of his bed staring at him.
“Fetch.” He said throwing his pillow across the room, which Dogmeat did.
“What time is it?”
“It’s about ten a.m. He heard Sally say from outside his room.”
“I thought that was Dogmeat for a second.” He replied. He heard her giggle.
“I’m going out to play Hank I’ll be back later.”
“Ok have fun.” He said muffled by his slightly damp pillow he had retrieved from Dogmeat. “Go with her Dogmeat.” He opened his eye. “Oh you’re already gone. Good back to sleep” Seconds later.
“Good Morning Sir what can I do for you?”
“Catch on fire.”
“Pardon me sir I didn’t catch that.”
“What is it with you and not letting me sleep? Go clean.” He said falling back on his standard order.
“Very well sir.”
“You have anything to drink?” Hank asked realizing his mouth was extremely dry.
“Certainly sir. Here you are.”
“Thanks” he said downing the water.
Hank went downstairs and pulled open his armor locker. He pulled out the armor from yesterday. “Well this is trash.” He pulled out his combat armor and put it on. “I’ll sell this to Moira.” He said shoving the leather armor into his pack.
He entered Craterside Supply. “Did you know the human body can survive without a stomach or a spleen?”
“What?”
“Interesting isn’t it?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“I got some things you might find interesting.” He said dumping his bag on her counter. “Mines from Minefield.”
“You got them just for me?”
“Sure I did. The sniper killing people wasn’t the reason at all. What can I get for them?” She gave him a reasonable offer for all he wanted to sell, and used those caps for more ammo. “See you later.”
“Take care, it's a big Wasteland, but you know that better than me, right?” He was out the door.
He stood at the balcony for a little while gazing out over Megaton. He saw Sally and Maggie being chased by Dogmeat. The kids laughter brought a smile to his face. He saw Stockholm walking up the hill from the Brass Lantern. He hurried down the stairs, to catch him.
“Hey Stockholm.”
“Hey Hank, what do you need?”
“Ginn wasn’t at home when I woke up, you have any idea where she is?”
“Crashed out in the armory. But don’t try to get in there, Deputy Steel is a bit…well he’s fuckin nuts. She should be along in a bit, I woke her up when I went to get some ammo.”
“By the way do you need a sniper rifle? It’s in great condition.”
“How much?” Stockholm asked with a suspicious look on his face. “No charge, just my part to help protect the town.”
“Alright I guess I could use one. If not we can use it to stock the armory, just between you and me there is nothing but crap weapons in there.”
“I’ll run and get it for you. By the way is Simms any better today?”
“No change in his condition. But everyone’s got their fingers crossed.” They walked to Hank’s house and he gave him the sniper rifle.
“Pop some raider heads with it for me.” Hank told him. Stockholm just responded with a nod and a smile.
Hank was walking down the hill from the main entrance after just walking around outside, when he heard a disturbance coming from the Brass Lantern.
“It’s mine asshole!”
“No, it’s mine fucker!”
“Prove it!”
“Alright!” That’s when Hank heard the unmistakable sound of guns being drawn. He thought if I pull my gun and gun them down, I’m the bad guy. He picked up two rocks and crept down until he could see them both, he threw the rock slamming one guy in the head, the other guy barely had time register what happened when the second rock smacked him in the head. Hank quickly moved to disarm them both. He pulled them both up by their collars.
“Alright, what’s the fuckin problem here?” He asked them both.
“Hey, what’s going on here?” he heard Jericho call out behind him.
Hank dropped them both. “These guy had a problem of some kind I solved it.”
“Really?” Jericho commented. Hank quickly scanned the comment for sarcasm and finding none replied.
“Yeah.”
“It’s not settled.” One of them said half conscious.
“Ok, what’s the problem then?” Hank asked. The guy was ready to answer when the flashing caught his eye. It was Hank tapping his .44 against his leg.
“Uh, nothing.” the guy said as he quickly got up and stumbled away.
“Good job Hank, maybe you should join the town watch.” Jericho said.
“Nah, it’s too quiet here, I would go insane.” Hank responded.
Hank spent the rest of the day relaxing at home. Ginn came home after her shift was over. “So anything interesting happen today?” she asked with a certain look as if she knew something did.
“There was a problem at the lantern earlier, I handled it.”
“I know, I had them in my sights, I was up by Craterside supply. Nice throw by the way.” She said with a smile. “You should join the watch.”
“Not a chance.” She started laughing. “What’s so funny?”
“Well after dealing with crazy snipers, groups of raider gangs and boats full of lurks, the watch would be kind of…dull huh.” She said.
“Don’t forget the hordes of super mutants.”
“I wish I could.” she replied.
The next day he went to see how Simms was doing. He walked into Church’s Clinic.
“You better be dying.”
“Can it Church, I’m here to see how Simms is doing.”
“He’s in there.” Church said pointing to the side room all patients stayed in. Simms was awake.
“Hey Simms how you doing, I heard you had some fun a few days ago while I was gone.”
“Yeah…fun. Doing you ask? I don’t think, I’m, going to make it.” He was struggling with each word.
“Sure you are, I’ll let you get some sleep, see you later.”
“Wait. I need you, to do something, for me.” He said.
“What is it?”
“Come here.” Hank moved closer to him.
“Here.” He handed Hank his badge.
“Simms what this?”
“You’re Sheriff”
“I don’t want to be.”
“If I get better, it won’t be long, if not, give it someone, you trust.” He made himself say.
“As long as it only temporary, ok.”
“Thank you.” Simms said and passed out. He pinned the badge to his coat and left the room.
“Hey Church if you need medicine for Simms I know where to obtain it.”
“No, I got enough of everything, time is all he needs.” When he walked out and nearly ran into Jericho.
“Hey Hank…What’s that?” He asked noticing the badge.
“Apparently I’m acting sheriff.” Hank responded.
“Why you?” Jericho ask his anger rising.
“It’s only temporary.” Hank said.
“We both know Simms isn’t getting better quick if he even makes it, so temporary could be permanent quickly.” Jericho retorted.
“If it does you’re sheriff because I don’t want it, and you’re my choice.”
“Oh, well ok then. How Simms doing?” Jericho said switching gears to a slightly different subject.
“Same as yesterday.” At the end of the day Ginn, Stockholm, and the other guard Richard knew of his new position.
Several days later. He was standing near the bomb, listening to Cromwell, when he heard a group of guys walking down from the entrance. They looked like well dressed raiders. They had on metal armor but the same bad attitude, which Hank had the opportunity to have to deal with. Being seven of them, one of them was bound to bump into someone, and that someone was Hank.
“Hey asshole watch where you’re going” said the one that hit Hank.
“You hit me, you might want to watch yourself.”
“Is that so? Do you know who you’re talking to?” the raider asked.
“Do you?” Hank said adjusting his coat so his badge caught their eye.
“What are you the sheriff if this shit hole?”
“No I’m the sheriff of Megaton. Now you’re going to leave or die.” He said not making any movement.
“Really say who? You?” Hank let out a high whistle.
“I see about four guns on you and it’s probably five.” Hank said glancing behind them to see Jericho sighting them up, Richard up by Moriarty’s, and Stockholm from the front probably with the sniper rifle, and it was a good possibility Ginn was behind him close to Craterside Supply aiming at them too. Hank had also pulled his .44 off his hip slowly and was aiming it them without them noticing. “So leave my town, or I tell them to fire.” The area around them had cleared out when the confrontation began. The confessor was finally quiet for once. Hank was watching the one that bumped him. He could see in his eyes the will to defy him, he just needed a little push. “Do it.” Hank said very low but it was loud enough for the raider to hear. The raider reached for his assault rifle as an angry sneer crossed his face, but before he was half way there Hank shot him in the stomach and dived back as the other raiders fell in a hail of gunfire. He heard Ginn’s familiar hunting rifle, she was behind him. Jericho hurried down to the kill zone.
“Take the guns and armor to the armory and threw the bodies in the wastes.” Richard joined them to help carry the loot.
Later than night when Hank and Ginn were relaxing she asked, “What did you do?”
“What do you mean?”
“Earlier with the raiders. They weren’t going to attack, if they were they would have been faster on the draw. Not one of them had their guns out before they were dead.”
“I could see it in his eyes, he just needed a little push to go off, so I told him too.”
“Why? They could have left peacefully.”
“And waylay one of the traders that I’m good friends with, Lucky, Crow, Hoff, Wolfgang. No I’m not letting any raider out of my sight alive.”
“What about me?”
“They weren’t begging. Plus you turned around, I can’t see any them changing how they are. For every one of you Ginn there are fifty of them.”
“You have a point.”
“And look at it this way, we have better equipment in the armory now. If the guards wear that armor they stand a better chance of not dying.”
“We got them from people we shot, it didn’t do them much good.”
“At close range little can stop a shot from my .44 and five others were missing heads, thanks to you I’m sure, and Stockholm with the sniper rifle.”
“I got two its true.” She replied with a smile.
“Now I’m going to sleep, got to get up tomorrow and do it all over again, how can Simms stand it?”
“I’ll join you.” She said getting up too.
Two more months had passed of Hanks sheriffing, Simms was out of the hospital having fully recovered from his injuries. They had all gathered at Simms house.
“Here you go Simms.” Hank said handing him his badge back. “It’s back where it belongs.” Hank continued.
“Thank you Hank for looking after the town for me.”
“I had help from the others, and now that you’re back things can get back to normal.”
This is the end of this series, it may return if I get a good idea. Hope you enjoyed it, I did. Feel free to review, good or bad I’d love to hear both.
A/N: if you are wondering, you’re not crazy I added another guard besides Ginn to Megaton. Richard doesn’t exist anywhere besides my story.
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