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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 Same as before, I don’t own Fallout.
Lead in The Pitt
The gunfire was everywhere, “Where did they all come from?” Hank said to himself. It had been a small group of five raiders, but the gunfire seemed to come from three times that many, and he had seen no mini-guns on his initial approach. He started popping out in every direction trying to take down one at a time. He was wearing his Power Armor but he didn’t want it all dinged up from heavy assault, plus there was always the chance they had a crack shot, and one in the visor and he was the loser.
He was north east of Bethesda Ruins in what used to be a nice suburban neighborhood, now it was a wretched hive of scum and villainy, he must be cautious.
He was ducking behind a car that was missing both doors and providing very little cover. He quickly stood and lobbed a grenade over the makeshift wall that some of the raiders were behind and firing through. Several cried out in pain as they were caught in the blast. The gunfire slowed and almost immediately picked back up, “Damn how many do they have?” He heard another gun overlay the lead bullet guns. “That’s a laser rifle, Fuck how well armed are these bastards? I should have never come here. They are paying double.” He had accepted a job from a small settlement that was under constant attack, who wasn’t, Hank thought, but they had asked for help from the one of the traders, he had told Uncle Roe and he felt the need to ask Hank since he had peacefully solved their little problem. Suddenly he realized the gunfire had stopped. He cautiously stood up and scanned the area and saw raiders laying on the ground. He slowly advanced to the walled up house and slowly checking raiders to see if they were foxing, he checked by putting a bullet between their eyes, funny none got up after that. “Guess they weren’t playing.” He said. He pushed open the door and looked into the gloom inside, the kitchen was off to the right and the stairway was straight ahead of him. He moved in slowly keeping his Blackhawk up checking for hiding raiders. He advanced towards the stairs, and a kick to his back sent him sprawling forward and his gun skidding out of his hand, out of reach.
“Well, well, well meat. What are you doing here?” the raider asked as he put the gun to the back of Hank’s helmet.
“I don’t know, thought I’d stop in and kill a few scrummy raiders and make you stop killing defenseless people in the wastes.” Hank replied.
“You son of a bitch” the raider sneered.
A gunshot rang out.
“You can stand up now.” he heard a familiar voice.
Hank stood up and looked at his savior. He was leaning against the doorframe wearing metal armor, a laser rifle slung across his back with his arms crossed holding a smoking .44 magnum. The guy looked familiar but he couldn’t place the name. “Guess I owe you one?”
“No, that makes us even.” The stranger said. Hank retrieved his own .44 and checked the raider, he had a hole through his temple and was holding a 10 mm.
“That wouldn’t have penetrated my helmet.” Hank said.
“All the same we’re even.”
Where did he come from?”
“The kitchen.”
“What’s your name?”
“Don’t you remember the loner you meet at Evergreen Mills?”
“Chris right?” Hank said after a little bit of thought.
“Yeah, and let me tell you, you are a hard man to track down. Been looking for you sense you left Evergreen Mills.”
“Why?”
“Need your help.”
Hank just turned and stared at him, then realized Chris couldn’t see his expression because of the helmet.
“My help? Looks like you can take care of yourself, now that you improved your weapons.”
“Yeah they were crap, but I just got here and didn’t have a chance to get anything better.”
Hank checked the rest of the house and found no one. Then walked back outside, Chris was sitting in a chair waiting. “You still here?” Hank asked.
“I need an answer.”
Hank ignored him and started searching the bodies for ammo and cap paying items. He pulled a knife off a female raider and started laughing.
“What’s so funny?” Chris inquired.
Hank held up the knife, it read Stabhappy on one side and a smiley face on the other, it was written sloppy with what he guessed was paint the raider had found.
“Funny.” Chris commented handing it back to Hank who put it in his bag muttering something Chris couldn’t make out, it was muffled by the helmet. He got done checking them all and stood up.
“You done, can we talk?” Chris asked.
“I was hoping you’d leave, but I guess so.”
“I was sent by Lord Ashur to get a capable waster who could do us a favor.”
“Still waiting for the part I should care about.”
“I don’t know the details I was just sent to get someone. You are quite capable and I noticed you have a tendency to help others. You could get all the ammo you ever wanted.” Chris finished up with that added incentive.
“Just got here, from where?” Hank asked.
“What?”
“Earlier you said up just got here, from where?”
“The Pitt.” Chris replied.
“The Pitt, where is that?”
“Up north is all I know.”
“It’s cesspool of disease and death.”
“Great sales pitch, let’s go right now.” Hank said sarcastically. “I need to finish things up here and then I’ll think about it.”
“Meet me at the train tunnel in the north, you do know where it is right?”
“Are you crazy? There are tons of Deathclaws up there and Mirelurk Kings, I don’t fuck with them.”
“Meet me at Fort Constantine then?”
“Still a little more north than I care for but alright.”
Hank left thinking it was either a joke or a trap, but he would bring a surprise for them to think twice about.
He returned to the settlement and despite his claims to make them pay double he didn’t knowing they could barely afford what they did pay.
“I might be gone for a while.” He happened to mention to Ginn that night.
“Where?” She inquired. She knew he could be gone for a day or two but never longer than that, and even then he never told her he would be gone.
“I was asked to help somebody and they are apparently far away so it will take a while.” He said in a tone that he didn’t really believe it himself.
She inquired no further.
Sally walked in as it got dark. “Hey Sally got something for you today.” He pulled out the knife Stabhappy.
“Wow is it really for me?”
“Yeah.”
“Cool.”
The next day he dressed in his Brotherhood armor and grabbed his Gatling Laser, he was taking no chances, he had made plenty of enemies and none of them could be above an ambush, although setting up an effective one was above the intelligence quotient of several.
He arrived quietly to Fort Constantine. He planned to scope out the meeting place, and just as he thought there were three others, all stationed in sniper positions. He just smiled not much could penetrate his armor and sniper rifle weren’t one of them. but then he noticed they didn’t have sniper rifles, from the look it was assault, maybe one laser, that one might be a problem. Most of the brotherhood that had died in the huge battle with the super mutants had been hit with laser shots but that was from a gatling laser. He wasn’t sure how bad a slower shooting laser rifle would be. Time to meet Chris and for them to spring their trap. He just walked over to where he saw Chris standing acting like he didn’t know his partners were up top. Chris waved him over, “Wasn’t sure you were going to show.”
“Was there some reason to that?” Hank asked. Luckily Chris couldn’t see the look on his face.
“I was thinking you didn’t believe me. Not many in the wastes you can trust. Did you expect trouble?” Chris asked gesturing to the Gatling Laser he was wielding.
“Just in case.”
“It’s a bit of a walk, let’s go.” Chris turned and headed off. Hank was a little surprised at this turn of events.
“Hold on.”
Chris turned. “Yeah?”
Hank just heaved his gun up and joined him.
Moments later he saw the three others join them. “And who are they?”
“Reinforcements. As you said it’s dangerous.”
They ran into little trouble. Two Deathclaws, but his Gatling Laser and the others brought him down quick. It always helps to cut their legs out from under them.
They arrived at the train tunnel, it was set up with a little camp around it. Hank saw the cage. “What’s the deal?”
“That’s for the slaves.” Hank raised his gun. “Whoa, whoa!” Chris raised his hands up. “Not you.”
“I don’t help slavers, I kill them.”
“We are just going to follow them in then you can talk to Ashur he can explain everything.”
They arrived at a train yard, it was guarded by several people that looked like they were more suited to waylay people than guard.
“You brought a brotherhood? Are you fucking crazy?” one of them yelled.
“Chill out, he’s not a real brotherhood.” Hank decided not to inform him otherwise.
Chris and Hank followed the other guys leading the slaves. Through the gate and across the bridge they arrived at a gate the slaves went through but Chris held him back. “We go this way.” He gestured to the river. “We follow this to Haven and then you can speak to Ashur.”
The walk along the river was not peaceful, it was disturbing, weird looking creatures constantly attack them. Chris informed Hank they were called Trogs and they were what the infected people in the Pitt eventually turned into.
Finally they reached Haven, they climbed the wall from river, and stood not far from a statue. To Hank it looked like a guy dying. “Go inside and speak to Lord Ashur, he is expecting you.” Chris said.
Still feels like a trap Hank thought as he made his way inside. He took the stairs and then inside the room at the top, walking passed what he assumed were guards but they didn’t ask him to identify himself.
Down the hall and into a room at the end it was large but half filled with pieces from the ceiling and a desk. He saw the man he assumed was Lord Ashur, he was wearing armor that looked familiar, and he was staring at him. “So you must be the waster we hired.”
“I’m not so sure about that, your henchman didn’t really explain the job so I’m not sure it’s for me.”
“Since you’re here you might as well help.”
“Oh I see, you lure me here and just assume I won’t leave.”
“You obviously aren’t Brotherhood.” Ashur stated.
“And how can you be sure?”
“Because you would recognize me.”
“So you’ve had dealings with them?”
“I am one.” He stated plainly.
Hank then recognized the armor aside from a few patch jobs it was power armor.
“I am Brotherhood now.”
“So Elder Lyons had taken to recruiting wasters to replenish his numbers.”
“If you knew what we fight in the wastes you might understand. Super Mutants, Giant Rad scorpions and other things too horrible to mention. I see you don’t have that problem here.”
“I know very well about super mutants and things you can’t possibly imagine.” Ashur responded in a tone that told him he had seen more than he ever could or will.
“So what is this job?” Hank decided to change subjects.
“I need someone the workers don’t know works for me to find out who the rebellion organizer is.”
“Just so you know I usually help the ‘workers’ as you call them to free them from people like yourself. More like slaves from what I’ve seen.”
“They are not slaves, and I tell my soldiers to refer to them as workers. Just find out who the leader is. Twice we have thwarted attempts to kidnap.”
“Kidnap who?”
“The salvation of this place.”
“What?”
“My daughter Marie. She is immune to the Troglodyte Degeneration Contagion.”
“The what?” This whole conversation had turned confusing.
“The TDC makes the inhabitants of The Pitt sterile and unable the have children, if we can solve this they will no longer be workers or slaves as you put it. And then we won’t have to resort to gathering slaves.”
“Sure.” Hank nodded sarcastically.
“Come and meet Marie.” Ashur said. He led Hank to a small clinic in the adjoining room, inside was a woman dressed as doctor and a little infant girl in a bed. “This is Sandra my wife and Marie.” Without thinking Hank pulled the teddy bear he had in his bag from the raider fight the previous day and gave in to Marie.
“Alright if it will help you I guess I could help.” Hank finally submitted.
“Excellent.”
“So where are these workers so I can talk to them?”
“They will never talk to you like that.”
“Then how am I to get you the information?”
“Go back to the front gate and Mex will inform you.”
Hank made his way back to the front via the river and several dead trogs.
They opened the gate and pulled him in stripping him of his gun and armor, replacing it with a shiny new slave outfit. “I knew it was a trap.” Hank said to himself.
“Move it slave!” the guard said shoving him in the back hard enough to cause him to hit the ground.
I’ve been in worst situations Hank thought and when I get free from here I’m going to kill them all, starting with him, he finished also thinking he wouldn’t have gone through that if they just wanted him to be a slave.
He pushed himself up and looked around his new home, it was a bunch of nothing, a giant hole with slaves in it wielding a strange tool. He figured he would be here a while he had to appear to be a regular slave. The only flaw he could see in this plan was the guards didn’t know he was working for Ashur, they may know someone was, or not.
The guard on the catwalk was watching the “workers” from her perch. She had been following Hanks movements for the past ten minutes as he moved through the factory, she finally let out a short whistle getting the guard on the floors attention. He glanced at her and she gestured to Hank, he moved up behind him and stuck him in the back.
“Hey slave, you’re not working, you don’t have enough steel? I guess you need to go gather some more from the yard.” He said with a laugh. Hank didn’t think it could be that bad to go collect them, but if he was so crazy happy it couldn’t be good.
He led him to the back door, “Get going!” he said with a shove and slammed the door.
Hank looked around; it was a caged path, with only one real direction to go. As he walked around he heard sounds of feet around him but saw nothing. The sound was familiar, trogs, the creatures he meet in the river. “I need a weapon.” He got to the end of the path and opened the door. It was an old train yard, probably where the factory received deliveries before the bombs fell. He moved two steps and before he knew it the trog was on him, a lucky elbow to its face knocked it off, Hank ran for his life, he had never been in this situation, completely unarmed and under attack. He saw a door and burst through it slamming it behind him seconds before the trog crashed into it.
He leaned against it panting hard. “I need a fucking gun!” he moved away from the door and took in the new surroundings. It was a small room with a high ceiling, a damaged robot, and a dead person. Hank moved to check him, no gun. “Damn. A fucking knife, something.” he said to the room. He then saw a computer terminal. He activated it, and it was the security system. “Just what I need, guns to shoot at me.” He said looking up at the ceiling for the sentry guns. He saw none and clicked to activate them, he heard one in the next room whirl into action cutting down something. He moved to the edge of the door and looked around the corner, it was another guy this one had a gun. He ran back shut off the guns and returned to the dad man. It was a shit .32 pistol but that was something. Whatever could give him an advantage over the trogs. In the corner of the room he saw a gleam. It was a small pile of ingots. In all the excitement he had forgotten that was the reason he was in this situation in the first place.
The room led onto a catwalk over a production floor, it was covered in Protectron bodies. There were a lot of them and he saw some still in their alcoves. He saw the stairs down and was about to move to them, till he heard the voices below him.
“Did you hear that gun fire? It sounded like a laser rifle. Do you think Ashur’s guys are here?” the female said.
“Shut up he doesn’t know or care we are here, just let them try to clear us out.” the male responded.
Hank decided to hedge his bets and get the hell out of there. He reached the factory door and cracked it open and cautiously looked out, it was clear, for now. He moved out and then saw the protectrons, four of them all looked in working condition. He moved to the terminal and hacked it quickly activating all the bots. One moved off in the direction of the door he entered from so he followed it. It was a few feet from the door when a trog leapt at it ripping its head clean off and spinning off in the distance. Hank ran to the door but was blocked by a smaller trog. He fired at it; it recoiled and leapt at him swiping at his face grazing his check. He got through the door and ran down the path as quick as he could, flying through the door at the other end.
“Have fun?” the guard asked.
“Fuck you man!” he gasped.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA!” the guard laughed at him. “There are worse things out there than the trogs.”
“You don’t say.” Hank replied sarcastically.
“You meet the Wildmen? I’m guessing yes judging by the piece you’re holding.” Hank looked down at the gun in his hand. “Hand it over, you can have it back when you go back out into the yard.” Hank handed it to him as he put it in a drawer behind him.
“When I find the ass that pushed me out there I’m going to deck him.” Hank said.
“I tell you what, when you go back out there if you bring me enough ingots I’ll give you a reward.”
“Do I look stupid? I’m not going back out there.”
“Perhaps you didn’t hear me. I said when not if, you are going back out there, it’s only a matter of time. Just bring them to me, I’m Everett.” He said prodding Hank in the chest with his finger. “Now get going.”
I need to complete this job before I die, Hank thought as he moved quickly through the factory. He decided he needed to talk to the residents of the Pitt and get some answers.
After questioning several workers he was no closer to getting answers than he was hours ago. All he had figured out was Milly was looking for Wild Bill and he had agreed to tell him she was looking for him. Hank leaned against a wall closing his eyes thinking this was going to be an impossible assignment and he was trapped here if he couldn’t complete it. A hand closed over his mouth and he was pulled back into a concealed room. “You’re new here.” a voice said.
“The names Wernher and I need some help.” He was a shabbily dress guy with a patch over his eye and copper colored hair.
“Help with what?”
“You look like a capable guy. They have a cure up in Ashur’s place, you know of Ashur?”
Hank shook his head.
Well he’s the boss here, and they have a cure for this disease, they are just afraid to take the necessary steps to procure it. So we are planning to take it and give it to everyone. We just can’t get in. We just happen to find a place to get in but we need more soldiers. You interested? If we succeed we can free all the slaves and take over the factory.”
“Yeah sure, when do we do this?”
“That is still to be determined, I’ll have someone contact you when we are ready. I can’t be seen talking to you or Ashur’s guards will become suspicious.”
Hank had been waiting for weeks now for someone to contact him. He had revisited to yard far more than he wanted and thought was necessary, probably picking him for a reason, one time narrowly escaping with his life. He had found Wild Bill, not a fun way to go. He also noticed he was being watched by slaves and guards alike. The slaves probably under orders from Wernher and the guards didn’t like him, he survived the yard more than anyone else or so he was told.
Hank went and stopped by the food table and seeing the food again, lost his appetite. “Going to die of hunger before anyone contacts me.” he said to himself.
“Are you Hank?” a low voice said behind him. He turned slightly and saw no one looking at him.
“Yeah I am.” he replied low.
“Count to ten, turn and follow me.” The voice said.
Hank counted and turned and saw a figure turn a corner, he followed slowly as if he wasn’t trying too. He saw the figure enter a room at the far end of the open central area. A bit obvious he thought.
He entered. “Hello I’m Midea. Wernher told me about you. So you are going to help us?”
“I guess, maybe I can get free and head back home.”
“And where is that?”
“D.C.”
She raised an eyebrow “and you want to go back?”
“It’s home however dangerous and deadly. Plus I know some people that always need help.”
“So how did you wind up here?”
“Got greedy. Took a job that was a set up, they caught me and here I am.”
“We are to meet outside of here in the square tomorrow night. After that you might be able to regain your freedom.”
“Tomorrow then.” Hank replied and turned to leave.
He was headed back to the corner he had found for himself to sleep when “Hey you!”
“Fuck!” he recognized that voice.
“You need to get to the steelyard, we are running low.”
“I was out there this morning.”
“Yeah and now we are running low, you back talking me?” he said hefting his gun to bring it to Hanks attention.
“Fine.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“Wow don’t hurt yourself doing that.” Hank said leading the way to the factory.
“What?”
“Thinking.” He replied which earned him a butt stroke from the gun to his back.
“Now pick yourself up and MOVE!”
“Open the fucking door I’m out of ammo and they are getting closer.” Hank shouted at the closed door. It flew open and he was pulled in.
“How many you got?”
“No are you okay just how many you got?”
“We can always get more slaves.”
Hank tossed out the five ingots he was carrying.
“That’s it?”
“Fuck you.” Hank replied.
“Get them to the pile.” The guard said as he turned and walked off. Bad move Hank thought. He picked up one of the ingots and struck him at the base of the skull. He hit the ground like a limp rag.
“Hey!” Everett said moving towards Hank.
“I told him I’d get him for putting me in the yard so much.”
“Actually you told me.” Everett said as he grabbed Hank.
“I told someone.”
“Now you’re in trouble. You killed him.”
“I need to speak to Ashur I have something he will find interesting.”
“How do you know that name?”
“He recruited me dumbass. So you can take me to him. And I gave you a good reason, I killed a guard, it won’t look suspicious.”
“So why did you kill my guard?” Ashur questioned him.
“Besides him being a complete shitbag and deserving it? I found the leader of your rebellion and it happens tomorrow night.”
“Who is it?”
“Guy named Wernher.” Hank informed him.
“Him, I should have known.”
“You know him?”
“Was my right hand man till he turned on me, staged a coup and tried to overthrow me. We enslaved him but he picked him collar and disappeared. Now we know what he’s been doing. That still doesn’t seem like a good reason to kill my guard.”
“You don’t get it. I was being watched, right as I left the informants room I was grabbed and taken to the yard, it had to be a real good reason. If I just asked to see you and was led here unenforced it would have been suspicious, they would have noticed and changed the plans. This way I was dragged here against my will, not at all suspicious.” Hank laid out his train of thought.
“Yes that is better.”
“And like I said he deserved it. I was the only one going in there. Which reminds me, what is with those crazy fuckers in there?”
“Those are inhabitants of the Pitt. Some just get sick and die. Others go crazy, completely psycho. They live out in the city. We call 'em Wildmen. They are unreasonable, but they do keep the trog numbers down.”
“So give me my stuff so I can go.”
“You can’t leave yet.”
“Why?”
“I guess you make a point you can’t just go back. I will return your things but I want you to stay and help with the defense and capture of Wernher. I want him caught.” he reinforced that part.
“Fine, but I’ve got a got a better plan.” Hank said suiting up in his power armor.
“I really thought of taking your armor to repair mine.” Ashur commented.
Back in Midea’s Quarters
“You say he was taken to see Ashur?” Wernher asked.
“The ones in the factory said he was dragged off, then they heard something about him killing a guard. When the other guard came back he told the others he had been dealt with.”
“How?” Wernher inquired.
“It was a jumbled account, every time they got close they were shoed away. Something about throwing him in the steelyard with no weapons and left to die. There could be more to it but I’m not sure.”
“So there is a chance he’s still alive. I’m going to go get him. A real slap in the face to Ashur if he lives and then helps take him down.” Wernher said.
Hank’s POV
He was waiting in the steelyard sitting in a dumpster wearing the armor of the guard me killed. He had no idea if Wernher would come or not but it was worth a try. He figured he could catch him and turn him over to Everett who could help him take him to Ashur. He finally decided he better look like he was scared and move further into the yard. He moved to where he found Bill, and moved up the steps. Looking for Wildmen more than Trogs, they could be quiet trogs couldn’t. He walked across the roof, there was a structure like a makeshift rest area, he passed it carefully. The door nearby burst open and Wernher appeared. “Hey get in here!” he shouted. Hank quickly moved in. “Glad I found you before the trogs did. Not safe out there without a gun.”
“Funny.”
“So what did you do to get this?”
“The armor? They tossed out the guard I killed after they threw me out. Probably weren’t thinking.”
“And the punishment is for?” Wernher asked spinning his hand in a circle for him to continue.
“I’m surprised it not all over the factory about what I did.”
“It is, but fragmented.”
“They asked me to go out here one to many times, so I clocked one at the base of the skull with the ingot, they took me to see Ashur, he said I was to be banished to the yard as punishment.”
“So you didn’t tell him anything?”
“About what?”
“About tonight.” Wernher said.
“I couldn’t say anything, I tried to protest but they punched me in the jaw.”
“We can get you a piece and you can help us infiltrate Ashur’s base and take over.”
“How do we get out of here?”
“Sewer.”
“It’s locked, I tried.”
“I got a key.” Wernher said with a smile.
They make their way to the sewer entrance. “Get in.” Wernher gesturing for Hank to go first. Hank climbed down and stepped off at the bottom hearing Wernher relocking it. when he was halfway down Hank grabbed the back of his jacket and pulled him off, he landed hard on his back, “What the hell?” CLICK. He heard looking up seeing Hank aiming a gun at his face.
“Got you fucker. Hey guys get in here.” Three guards walked in, Mona, O-Dog, and Reddup.
“What is this?” Wernher asked.
“A setup.” O-Dog answered.
They led Wernher back to Ashur’s place, and threw him to the floor at Ashur’s feet.
“So what’s my punishment?” Wernher asked. “Banishment to the yard?”
“No, I wanted to see your face and you can see mine and that I am still in charge.” he said punching Wernher in the jaw. “Execute him. Hang him where all the workers can see him.”
“Gladly.” Mona said pulling out a large knife and dragging him outside.
Hank changed into his Power Armor and grabbed his gun. “Guess I don’t get any caps for this?”
“You were told what you would get.”
“Screwed probably.” Hank said under his breath.
“Ammo. All you want for any weapon you have. Return when you need more, but then you will have to get the ingots yourself.”
He headed to the factory, and had some ammo made for his Scoped .44, the Blackhawk and 5.56mm rounds for his Xuanlong, which he wasn’t carrying now but was his standard weapon. “Hey.” It was Everett. “Now you’re a freeman you come back and bring me lots of ingots I got a few nice guns I’ll trade ya.”
“Sure next time I come back.” Hank said thinking he might well return if he ever ran low on ammo again.
Chris led him to the train car that he arrived on and took him back to the Wasteland.
“It was nice working with you.” Chris said.
“I don’t recall you doing much of anything.” Hank said.
“Yeah well I would have stood out.”
“Time to head home I’m sure…” he drifted off.
Chris just held his hand up in a wave and Hank headed for home.
He walked through the gate of Megaton the next day, having arrived back in the Wasteland late he didn’t make it far before he had to find a place to crash for the night. Little food and all the work had left him weak and tired. He made it as far as the fort and stayed in the CO’s house.
“Holy shit we thought you died.” Jericho said seeing him walk in.
“Well don’t get excited you might hurt yourself.”
“Might want to make yourself known at home.” Jericho said.
Hank opened his door and was immediately hit by a small figure “HANK!” she cried “you’re home!”
“Hello Sally. It’s good to see you too.”
“Good afternoon Sir what can I do for you?”
“God, I even missed you Wadsworth.”
“I think you’re sick then.” he heard from above him. Looking up he saw Ginn.
“I missed you most of all Ginn.” He said pulling her into a hug as they met on the stairs.
They sat in the pre-war chairs that decorated his house as he ate and told them the story of his latest adventure. “I’m going to relax, its going to be a while before I do anymore of anything.”
“PFFT. Yeah right.” Ginn scoffed. “First treasure you hear about you’ll be off.”
“Treasure is treasure; I’m talking about working for people, no more of that for a while. This one was hell.” He said knocking back a bottle of water. “Man that was good.” He said finishing off his squirrel on a stick he had gotten from the Brass Lantern.
“Good? The food must have been bad.”
“You have no idea.”
It was getting late now; his story had taken most of the day to tell. “I’m going to go to bed early didn’t get any good sleep while I was gone.”
“I’ll join you later.” Ginn said giving him a kiss as he headed up stairs. “I’m glad you’re finally home.”
Sorry, Not my best one. Thank you for reading, review if you want, I’m always open to opinions and constructive criticism, let me know what you think.
Most of my info on The Pitt came for the Fallout Wiki as I haven’t ever spent a lot of time on The Pitt add-on.
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