Quietly, Vulpes moved into her bedroom, finding the safe tucked just under her bed, the same place a million old world houses like this hid such things. He spun the mechanism and quickly popped the black metal box open, dragging his fingers through the insides, until he pushed aside enough paper work to pull out a .22 caliber hand gun. He checked the clip for her, making sure at least one bullet in the chamber.
The Legionary quickly handed the loaded pistol to the dieing woman, who took it with a shaking hand and hung her head desperately over the gun. She clenched the cold black metal to her chest, her hair hiding her face from him like a curtain preventing the audience from seeing the actors before the performance.
“Please leave me to this,” Mrs. Hernandez begged. “All I ask is that you tell Julia, and keep her from coming to see my body. Let someone else in town clean me up. I want her to remember me as I was.”
“That seems like a promise I can keep,” Vulpes said with a dark smile, and turned to grab his pack and leave the house. On his way out he tripped the old world lock on the front and back door, knowing that most wastelands lacked the key to their own homes, and it took most people the better part of a day to break the doors in after they were rendered useless.
Heading towards the center of town to meet up with his contact and exchange some documents, Vulpes found himself cheery, a terrible idea springing to him as he kicked the dust from the road with his feet. After he got the coded spy reports from his contact he would have to cross over into NCR territory, and there was no reason to do it alone now. He would wait till he was just far enough into the country that Julia would not have rations enough to go back, and then tell her the fate of her mother. This would be the moment he’d spring on her, breaking her spirit further as he informed her of her fate as a slave in Caesar’s Legion. After all, she had caught his eye enough, their was no reason not to enjoy the fruits of this time he had spent in profligate lands.
Set Me On Fire (2c)
The Legionary quickly handed the loaded pistol to the dieing woman, who took it with a shaking hand and hung her head desperately over the gun. She clenched the cold black metal to her chest, her hair hiding her face from him like a curtain preventing the audience from seeing the actors before the performance.
“Please leave me to this,” Mrs. Hernandez begged. “All I ask is that you tell Julia, and keep her from coming to see my body. Let someone else in town clean me up. I want her to remember me as I was.”
“That seems like a promise I can keep,” Vulpes said with a dark smile, and turned to grab his pack and leave the house. On his way out he tripped the old world lock on the front and back door, knowing that most wastelands lacked the key to their own homes, and it took most people the better part of a day to break the doors in after they were rendered useless.
Heading towards the center of town to meet up with his contact and exchange some documents, Vulpes found himself cheery, a terrible idea springing to him as he kicked the dust from the road with his feet. After he got the coded spy reports from his contact he would have to cross over into NCR territory, and there was no reason to do it alone now. He would wait till he was just far enough into the country that Julia would not have rations enough to go back, and then tell her the fate of her mother. This would be the moment he’d spring on her, breaking her spirit further as he informed her of her fate as a slave in Caesar’s Legion. After all, she had caught his eye enough, their was no reason not to enjoy the fruits of this time he had spent in profligate lands.