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Stronger than death itself 7b/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-14 09:58 am (UTC)(link)“I found us a hire, buddy.”
“Some hire, by the look of you.”
“I didn’t make a binding commitment yet. Said I had to talk to you first.”
That made Frank cross his arms, for usually, the two of them were of one mind about almost everything. “So,” he said after a moment. “What kind of bullshit mission is it?”
“Caravan guard”, Steve replied without looking at him while he busied himself with lighting a smoke.
Frank lifted his eyebrows. “Yeah?”
“Scavenger”, Steve added, rolling the smoke between thumb and forefinger.
“Call me thick, but I’m still not with you.”
With a heavy sigh, Steve leaned back in his chair and looked at his friend. “It’s the girl, man.”
Frank blinked twice. “What?”
“You heard me.”
With a heartfelt oath muttered softly under his breath, Frank lit himself a smoke as well. They then exchanged a long look until Steve finally shrugged.
“Not much else in the way of a hire available. All the caravans due are regulars and have their guards.”
“I know.”
“Not likely anything coming by anytime soon.”
“I know.”
“And we’re running out of caps.”
“I know!” Frank clamped his smoke between his lips and crossed his arms. “I fucking know, right?”
They smoked in silence for a while.
“I agreed to meet here in the Rudder tonight”, Steve finally said.
Frank nodded.
“Look, I’m just as happy about this fuck-up as you are.”
Snorting half-heartedly, Frank shook his head. “I know, buddy. I just wondered what the fuck we’re getting ourselves into if we take that hire.”
“Well it can’t be worse than all things going to hell in a hand basket”, Steve replied with a brightness that was as false and unhappy as his smile.
x-x-x-x-x-x
Shortly after the market had closed down, Amanda went to the Rudder, more than a little nervous and still unsure if this was a good idea. There simply were no other mercs available and she needed at least two men with her, due to being unable to contribute to any fighting herself. With a somewhat heavy stomach and a strangely fluttering heart, she looked around until she spotted them at a table in a corner under the stairs, playing cards with their smokes clamped between their respective lips. She watched them for a while and wondered what made her so nervous. They had been nothing but friendly to her.
Maybe that was the problem. Amanda suddenly felt as if all her good intentions of getting on her feet and taking her life into her own hands were crumbling away, and what she was really doing was simply latching on to two strong, protective men who would continue to keep her safe as her parents had done before.
But I need them, she thought to herself. Without a guard, I won’t survive.
And that was really all there was to say about this. So she shrugged, swallowed her anxiety, or tried to at least, and went to the bar to buy three beers with which she slowly approached their table.
The one who must’ve been Frank was sitting with his back to her, but Steve sat opposite of him and saw her coming. He gave his friend a nod and as Amanda came to halt at their table, both men looked up with carefully neutral faces. Amanda realised that she had never had to negotiate with a mercenary before and her nervousness returned in full force, though she managed to keep her voice steady.
“Care for another beer?”
“Sure. That’s my buddy Frank; by the way”, Steve replied and pulled an empty chair over from the adjacent unoccupied table. “Have a seat.”
“Thanks.”
The mercenaries stowed their cards away before Steve leaned back in his chair and Frank folded his arms onto the table. Both men mustered her with intense but not unfriendly gazes.
Stronger than death itself 7c/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-14 10:00 am (UTC)(link)Amanda nodded. “It’s just me and the brahmin otherwise. I need a caravan guard.”
“Makes sense.” Without looking at her, Frank snubbed out his cigarette butt in the ash tray. “Any particulars?”
This time it took Amanda a little more time to answer; trying to keep her lack of skills a secret would be futile as soon as they were on the road, and she opted instead for honesty. “I’ve never been allowed use of a gun in my life so far.”
Both men looked up at her sharply and blinked a few times.
“Jesus”, Steve finally blurted out. “You don’t need a guard, you need a babysitter.”
Amanda felt a hot blush creep onto her cheeks. “Look, it’s not my fault my parents didn’t teach me to fight and didn’t allow anyone else to do so. My brother James tried to amend that, but it’s damn hard to teach someone to shoot when you’ve got to be stealthy about it. I know a fair bit about close quarters combat, but...”
“It’s unlikely we’d get into any kind of bar brawl out there in the fucking Wasteland”, Frank fell in, his voice bar of emotion.
“I know!” Amanda forced her jaws to relax. “That’s what my brother tried to tell them too, but they knew better apparently.” She angrily wiped her eyes. “Good strategy for keeping me safe, leaving me completely defenceless.”
“Look, kid. I meant no offence. I was surprised, to put it mildly.” Steve cleared his throat and took another drag of his smoke. “Now I know you oughta be saying only good things about the dead, but that was...”
“I know. Rather stupid.”
None of them said anything for a moment.
“I can see why you’d need two guards”, Frank finally said after lighting up another cigarette. He offered Amanda the pack and she was just about to decline before she shrugged and took one. Frank lit it up for her and, after a cautious drag and a suppressed cough, Amanda stared at the cigarette and leaned back in her chair, contenting herself with just puffing the smoke instead of trying to inhale it. “You might as well say it. Steve was right: I do need a babysitter.” She made no attempt at keeping her frustration from her voice.
“You know kid”, Steve said after exhaling a slow cloud. “If you don’t like something, change it. Get yourself a gun and we’ll see if we can’t teach you to use it properly.”
Amanda looked up with a frown. “You’d do that?”
“Why not? It’d be in everyone’s best interest.”
“Does that mean you’ll take the hire?”, she asked with a tiny smile.
Frank and Steve exchanged a short look of puzzlement before the latter grinned. “Seems like it.”
“I’m not completely useless, I’ll have you know”, Amanda said after tapping off her ashes. “Apart from preparing food and mending clothes, I’m a pretty apt scavenger, good at tinkering and salvaging useable parts from derelict machinery and the like. I’m good at picking locks and fairly decent at hacking into security terminals.”
“Well that’s something”, Frank said and lifted his bottle. “You can’t be good at everything.”
Both Steve and Amanda lifted their bottle in return and the clinked them together to seal the agreement.