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Moon Rise - Ch 5a/8
(Anonymous) 2013-02-09 03:58 am (UTC)(link)Madison told him she had better things to do with her time and resources than chase some old dream... some meaningless bullshit from their past. Maybe she was right. Maybe she had a future on the boat, but he had nothing. He had to keep chasing the dream... fighting the good fight, as Three Dog said. The DJ reminded him of his father in that respect, though his old man was a right old bastard in every other way.
James found a pair of mercenaries, a hard case called Diaz and a more laid back man called Talget who were willing to offer him an armed escort in exchange for some caps. He suspected the pair might kill him as soon as they left the boat, but he needed the muscle because the dogs were waiting for him. They were hiding off the path, behind the rocks and around the bends, leaving the tattered remains of a pair of Super Mutants as their calling cards.
He led the mercenaries to the Jefferson Memorial and helped them fight their way into the Rotunda. They had heard about the dogs from Hoff, but it was not until they prepared to leave and the animals rushed forward that the men gave any credit to the old drug pusher. The three of them drew themselves back into the building, using a heavy, metal footlocker to brace the door. They sat in the giftshop, heating 200 year old salisbury steak over a hot plate when Diaz decided he was done playing nice, and started bitching.
"Why are you constantly breaking balls and bitching about everything?" Talget sighed, nudging his food with a scavenged spork.
"Cause I wanna live, motherfucker," his partner retorted, grumbling. "Do you understand that? I don't want some stray dog shittin' me out in this stupid building."
"You're scared," James murmured, looking up from his food. Catherine had always somehow managed to make something edible from the old crap they found in the ruins, but without her it was just mystery meat.
"What?" the hardcase demanded
"You don't need all that nonsense, all that chest puff and bluster," he added, thinking of the way Butch DeLoria and his gang liked to pick on his child. "What's wrong with being scared?"
"I'm not scared."
"You're not?" He was incredulous.
"No."
"I'm terrified."
"I can tell." Sarcasm was always such a treat.
"And not an ounce of shame in saying it," he added, hoping Diaz could finally see the point of it all. "I'm scared."
"That's because you're a punk. I don't walk through this world with fear in my heart."
"You pick that up in the holding cells back in Rivet City? Somebody scribble that in the Muddy Rudder's toilets?"
"You better take it easy, motherfucker," came the counter. So he could dish it out, but not take it?
"Talking tough means nothing now," he countered. "You're not scared? You're a fool. Worse, you're a bald-faced liar."
"I should have checked your chin in the fuckin' boat," the man snarled. "Get up! Come on! Get up, you big Irish fuck. You wanna knuckle up?" Diaz got to his feet holding his combat knife, acting like any mercenary that need to establish his place in the pecking order.
Moon Rise - Ch 5b/8
(Anonymous) 2013-02-09 04:00 am (UTC)(link)Rather than reply verbally, he elbowed his only potential ally in the face, causing him to tumbled back onto the dirty floor. "Get the fuck off me!" he bellowed.
"Son of a bitch!" came the pained mutter of the wounded man.
James watched as the man faced him, feeling his own blood rise at the senseless disregard the Mercenary had for those that might help him. Still, there was no point in making the same mistake, so he held his ground as the man continued to make a production of his anger rather than acting on it. After all, his time in the Vault may have made him a little rusty when it came to brawling over something as simple as a disagreement.
"Let me show you how this is done," the fighter insisted. "Put your fucking hands up!"
A sigh escaped the doctor before he started to rise, feigning reluctance, before suddenly kicking dust and metal shrapnel from the decaying columns into the other man's face. Recalling the way he had scrapped with a few NCR men as a youth, he tackled him, pulling the knife from semi-pliant hands as the man tried to shield his eyes. The old tricks were the best as they struggled apart, one holding the knife while the other wiped at his face.
"You motherfucker!" Diaz yelped.
"Cut this out!" he insisted, trying to emphasize the need for order and structure in their actions. "Do you hear me?"
Before the man could reply, a lone growl greeted them as the trio suddenly found themselves looking at the big, black dog. It stood there, no more than five feet from their little camp, its backup nowhere in sight, but the point was moot. None of them had their weapons on hand and before any individual could get their hands on one, the beast would end their life. It had already proven it carried at least rudimentary intelligence, so instead they held their ground.
The animal paced forward, looking at the three of them with those eyes... savage, but brilliant, a killer without the fear or lack of memory that kept most dogs subservient. The feral beast paused and simply backed away, moving into the shadows of the building like a ghost. They held their breath until they heard it climb over the footlocker and out the door, into the night and open air. They had survived, but so had the enemy...
"What the fuck?" Diaz gasped, trying to get his head on straight. "What did it want?"
"You," he lied, needing to believe for just a second that the animal's game was not about him.
"Diaz, please don't do that shit to me again," Talget muttered, rubbing his aching nose.
The man said nothing in response, simply returning to his position around the hot plate, his expression clouded by some new emotion. For just a second James dared to hope the man might be the one to help him get Project Purity back on its feet. He was strong and able to learn, a potential ally against the dangers of the Wasteland, especially if he had Talget there to support him. The doctor looked down at the knife and prepared to return it to its rightful owner...