I figured I ought to write some more for this, since it's been stuck in my head for the longest time now.
Liz wiped the blood splatter from her face. It had been a bitch and a half to actually take down Benny, but Boone helped with most of the technical work, like actually disarming him.
She only told Swank to hold her weapons for pride reasons, mostly because she intended on shooting the lousy fucker with his own piece and taking it as a good luck token for the road. It was a shame to waste such a handsome face but she’d always find another.
She was never one to let herself be locked into a single option, so when she got to the strip she did a bit of snooping around, never once entering the Tops for fear that she’d be found out. She remembered the card she had found in Camp Golf, some VIP key card, and realized it would be an invaluable tool in killing the 200 year old bastard who thought he owned the city. She had only spoken to him a single time when she decided that he needed to be out of the picture.
And then she had gone straight to the Tops to inform Swank that his tribe leader was a fucking asshole and ask for permission to kill him. It had worked, and when they met Benny in his suite there was little time to actually speak to him during the scuffle.
While she was getting ready to shoot him she let him have his last words. He blurted out a few things about joining him and killing House since she had been in the Lucky 38 before and she quickly informed him that she already murdered the shit out of the ancient bastard before shooting his face off.
She pocketed Maria, deciding she’d change a few of the weaker parts later because such a beautiful gun didn’t deserve to be kept in anything but high quality. She turned to Boone, smiling. “Well, glad that’s over and done with.”
He looked her over, signaling to a spot on her face that was still painted red. “Yeah. Are we gonna head out to get the Legion next?”
“Yeah, I don’t see why—“
Hakuna Matata! Such a wonderful phrase!
Liz jumped nearly ten feet into the air, staring at her pip-boy. “What in the goddamn—“
Hakuna Matata! Ain’t no passin’ craze! It means no worries for the rest of your days!
Boone was giving her a real hard look. “What is that?”
Liz panicked, fiddling with the dials on the pip-boy. “I don’t know! What the hell? I have a new radio station signal. The House Special… Oh, goddamn it!”
It’s our problem-free philosophy! Hakuna Matata!
“Well turn it off; it’s getting on my nerves.”
“I can’t! It won’t turn off! Fuck! House must have done this right before I killed him. You’ve got to be kidding me…”
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timeasmymeasure
The House Special 1a/?
Date: 2012-05-30 09:01 pm (UTC)Liz wiped the blood splatter from her face. It had been a bitch and a half to actually take down Benny, but Boone helped with most of the technical work, like actually disarming him.
She only told Swank to hold her weapons for pride reasons, mostly because she intended on shooting the lousy fucker with his own piece and taking it as a good luck token for the road. It was a shame to waste such a handsome face but she’d always find another.
She was never one to let herself be locked into a single option, so when she got to the strip she did a bit of snooping around, never once entering the Tops for fear that she’d be found out. She remembered the card she had found in Camp Golf, some VIP key card, and realized it would be an invaluable tool in killing the 200 year old bastard who thought he owned the city. She had only spoken to him a single time when she decided that he needed to be out of the picture.
And then she had gone straight to the Tops to inform Swank that his tribe leader was a fucking asshole and ask for permission to kill him. It had worked, and when they met Benny in his suite there was little time to actually speak to him during the scuffle.
While she was getting ready to shoot him she let him have his last words. He blurted out a few things about joining him and killing House since she had been in the Lucky 38 before and she quickly informed him that she already murdered the shit out of the ancient bastard before shooting his face off.
She pocketed Maria, deciding she’d change a few of the weaker parts later because such a beautiful gun didn’t deserve to be kept in anything but high quality. She turned to Boone, smiling. “Well, glad that’s over and done with.”
He looked her over, signaling to a spot on her face that was still painted red. “Yeah. Are we gonna head out to get the Legion next?”
“Yeah, I don’t see why—“
Hakuna Matata! Such a wonderful phrase!
Liz jumped nearly ten feet into the air, staring at her pip-boy. “What in the goddamn—“
Hakuna Matata! Ain’t no passin’ craze! It means no worries for the rest of your days!
Boone was giving her a real hard look. “What is that?”
Liz panicked, fiddling with the dials on the pip-boy. “I don’t know! What the hell? I have a new radio station signal. The House Special… Oh, goddamn it!”
It’s our problem-free philosophy! Hakuna Matata!
“Well turn it off; it’s getting on my nerves.”
“I can’t! It won’t turn off! Fuck! House must have done this right before I killed him. You’ve got to be kidding me…”