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Stronger than death itself 10c/?

[(Anonymous)]

In unspoken agreement they got up early the next morning to leave Hagerstown just as the sun was about to rise. Amanda was just re-packing a few things when Steve and Frank came back with the brahmin that had been stabled in a public pen, both wearing a mildly angry but otherwise hard to read expression.

“What happened to you guys?”
Frank cast a look over his shoulder back into the direction they had come from. “Just an asshole giving us shit.”
Amanda finished strapping a buckle on a crate and cocked an eyebrow.
“He must’ve been waiting for us. Or looking for us.” Steve took a good grip on the brahmin’s halter as Frank picked up the first crate to strap it to the creature’s back. “Said he had a hire for us.”
“Offered us a ridiculous amount of caps”, Frank said after heaving the crate up and tying it down, cigarette clamped firmly into the corner of his mouth. “I’d say someone is set to get rid of your guards.”
Amanda felt her legs go a little weak as she got up and dusted off her knees. “What did you say?”
“What the fuck should we say to that?”, Steve replied and spat out. “We already have a hire, kid.”
“And those caps?”
Both men cast her a long look under lowered eyelids.
“I mean, you are mercenaries.”
“Yes. And we already have a hire.” Frank shot her a look over his shoulder and busied himself with the crate again. “Unless you want to get rid of us?”
Amanda opened her mouth to say something but the words got stuck in her throat. She just mutely shook her head and Frank nodded. “Thought so.”

In mutual silence they finished loading up and as they were about to leave, Steve lit a smoke and unclasped the holster of his gun.
“Where to?”
Amanda looked down the road they currently faced. “Do you know where this road leads?”
Steve narrowed his eyes in thought. “Up north, then west... New York. But you don’t want to go there; the whole city is one giant, irradiated crater. Without heading straight west, Boston. Down that way lies Pittsburgh, but with the things we’ve heard about the place, we’d better give that a wide berth, too.”
“Fancy going back to Boston?”
“What would you want in Boston, girl?”, Frank fell in.
“I don’t know.” Amanda adjusted her pack. “One destination is as good as any other.”
“If you think so.” Frank puffed his cheeks and exhaled a cloud. “Will take us about a month to get there.”
“Are you okay with that?”
The tiny smirk appeared on Frank’s face again. “You’re the boss.”
“Right.” Amanda took a deep breath and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “Let’s go.”

Neither Frank nor Steve ever thought about the issue of finding themselves another hire again.