Fallout- Old Glory

Sin rolls her eyes and quickly sales her wares to the clerk then walks over to the old man and grins at him, "Sorry for my tartiness Mister some people tend to flirt with me when they meet me." She chuckles then crosses her arms under her ample bossom after flicking hair behind her ear. She glances around, "So who will I be working with on this job you highered me for?" She looks back at him her ice blue eyes seeming to have a sense of mirth to them as the brahmin follows her over. She looks back at it her eyebrow twitching slightly with annouyance, Nwhy're you following me still you stupid heffur?
 
OOC: I feel I should explain that the legion lost the battle for Hoover Dam, which is why we are way past legion territory.

Edward replies to Tom,"Well learn to how to use a shotgun safely, dipshit, and then maybe all this violence will be avoided."
He then nods as Sin greets him. He smiles as she gets annoyed at the Brahmin.
He pulls her over to the group.
"Sorry miss, but I need all of you to hear. We'll take care of the brahmin if it becomes a problem. Now, I am sure you are all eager to hear what we are doing. To put it simply, you will be escorting me to a funeral. Since the battle for hoover dam, the legions grip has loosened, so there are more raiders now, and I need protection. Once we get there, you will be payed, and then you can go your own ways, as I will be staying with some friends to discuss some important matters. Any questions?"
 
Tom sniggered, "Who needs to use a shotgun safely, mind, I knew a guy who blew his face onto his roof when he was checking the barrel, that was an odd'n to explain to his family", Tom scrunched his face as if he was remembering something particularly odd, "Anyway, I best be going so I don't interrupt the job, John'll be wondering where i've gone", as Tom turned around and walked away, he tried to walk as slow as possible, as usually, he would get called back, as someone attempted to hire him, after all the Tom hadn't done any 'jobs' for a while, and he was sure he had heard Antonio mention something about wanting to be in Tom's shoes. But there was also Georgie to think about, would she not worry with him gone doing mercenary work, all of this travelled through his head as he walked away.
 
Sin nods as the man talks about the job. She sighs and groans inworldly thinking, ~Damn it more stickin raiders!~ Her eyes unconsciously scan the area rubbing her arm as she gets an odd feeling in her gut. She looks at the old geezer and says, "Job sounds fun... Hey do you know anything about a group that likes to do experiments? Like say... what they'd be named?" She then looks back at the man as he walks off and says, "Nice gun... It could be better."
 
"Just one question, and I hope you won't find it out of place, but this seems to be a bit of overkill for a mundane escort job. You've hired Sin, probably the most well-known female merc in the NCR, Chameleon, probably the most violent merc in the West. No offense." He quickly added at Chameleon. He gestured at Jacob. "An ex-BOS member, and his Mr. Gutsy, and to round it off, yours truly, the best pistol shot in the wastes. On top of that, you called at least two of us out here from quite a ways for this job specifically, and none of us exactly work for peanuts. That all sounds a bit much for the risk of a few raiders. If all you were worried about is raiders you could just hire a few locals, most of them are very good with a gun, and would work cheaply. No, there's something more going on here... but you know that already don't you?"
 
Tom heard the woman's voice behind him and he thought to himself, 'First Georgie, now her, do women have a thing against shotguns?', Tom then chuckled to himself, and turned around to greet whoever commented on his shotgun, he immediately looked her up and down, "Of course it could do better, I would have to settle for half now wouldn't I, or I would be a poor man indeed".
 
Sin noticed him checking her out but chooses to ignore it has she pulls out one of her 2 sawed off shotguns showing him the black metal. She makes sure the safety's on before handing it towards him, "This is my shotgun. I have 2 of them and they've never broken on me while I have used the kind you're using and they have." Sin grins pushing her raven waves back again debating on putting it up as she talks, "I have either enhanced all my weapons or created them to be sturdy and practically unbreakable. I also make my own ammunition." She watches his face as she tells him this curious to see his reaction. Though if she were to be honest she was good at most things as long as they didn't involve technology which seemed to explode at her touch or wig out and attack her. It made her weary of the Mr. Gusty floating around them which her icy eyes keep flickering nerviously back to.
 
"This is brand new, literally, just got it off the market in the town, came straight from the Gun Runners', it's my new primary weapon, my old one, my ol' Hunting Rifle is sitting over my mantle back at the ranch, and I can tell you one thing, that was modified to heck, followed me from Britain to America that one did, so if you would give this one time, it'd probably do the same", Tom sighed, "Make your own ammunition as well? I wouldn't dare do it with my Hunting Rifle, because it was so fragile, I swear it would break at a sneeze, but, this'n it's a shotgun, you can put all sorts in these shells, as i'm sure you know", he looked at her eyes, which were piercingly blue, "Y'know, out of all wisdom I have gained in the short amount of time i've been on this planet, thi...", Tom cut himself off, as he realised he was starting to sound old, after all he was only 24, who talks about wisdom at 24?

"Anyway, it's been nice meeting you shotgun lady, but I have a schedule, well that would be a lie, but what else am I to say so it could lead to walking away? Maybe I could charleston off into the horizon, that would be different, and i'm rambling aren't I? But anyway, cheerio, hope you have a good job on your hands, hope it goes swell, sure won't need a man with a new shotgun, exceptional marksman training, and athletic prowess on your team will you, no, not at all", it was clear to most now that Tom wanted to join the team, the wanderer's blood in him was stirring once again.
 
"Don't let my energy weapons and robotic expertise fool you. I don't like being compared to those ignoramuses in the Brotherhood of Steel. Those hacks don't understand any technology they can't turn into a gun and shoot." The statement was obviously an exaggeration, but the venom behind Jacob's voice served as a warning that he wasn't willing to argue technicalities.

"As for why he hired who he did, in case you didn't notice Mr. Stone here isn't exactly a spring chicken. With that merc running around offing old people I'd look for the best protection I could." Jacob said. The BoS comment had obviously struck a nerve with Jacob. "I ask that we get a move on Mr. Stone, that is unless these so called "mercenaries" want to keep boasting instead of working." Jacob drew his black plasma rifle and loaded a microfusion cell into the slot underneath the barrel. "And for old time's sake, I'll put my recommendation in for Tom here." Jacob adjusted his glasses and leaned against the well, having said all he needed to.
 
"I'm sorry, your obvious technical expertise and advanced weapons skills said either BOS or Enclave, and I didn't think the Enclave has a generous retirement plan, so I just assumed BOS." He gave a quick tip of his hat. "I'm ready whenever you guys are, I just need to pick up the gun I had the gun runners ship here, and I'll be able to go."
 
Brad walked up to the group after listening in on the conversation.

"Jacob! You're here too? I was wondering why a Gutsy was here. If Yas and David were here we could have a fuckin' reunion. Ahem, anyway, I don't suppose you've got room for one more in your group?"
 
Sin glared at the man, Jacob with the Mr. Gusty and said through clenched teeth, "I wasn't bragging... much I was mostly offering this man to enhance his weapons for probably less than he bought them." The womans eyes flashed with red slightly in her anger as the brahmin tried to rub it's cheek to hers in a calming manor. She looks up then sighs and pets the animal before louding a few things on it. Sin looks at the man all mirth lost from her eyes, "I am ready to leave whenever you are. Tell me what you want me to do." She looks at the robot then it's master, "It's docile right? No randomly attacking group members or exploding?"
 
Jacob listened as the woman called Sin seemed to try and call him out on his rant. He decided to give a short example in response. He dug the Nuka Cola Quartz from his pouch and held it out expectantly. Understanding what Jacob intended, GU-DR reached out with it's manipulator limb and removed the bottlecap from the prewar beverage, then placed the cap inside it's storage compartment. Jacob held the bottle up in gratitude to the robot, and began to drain the bottle. GU-DR meanwhile turned to address the woman.

"Self-diagnostics report that my systems are functioning at 91.6% efficiency, well within United States Military operational standards. My discretionary algorithms have also been properly updated to better operate under post-war conditions. In your terms, I am in no risk of exploding, and I am 'docile' so long as you do not make yourself a potential threat." The robot reported, in what was almost a condescending tone. As the robot finished, Jacob threw the now empty nuka cola bottle over the heads of the band of mercenaries. GU-DR's combat sensors immediately extended as the robot took aim at the flying bottle. It discharged a single bolt of plasma that collided with the bottle, vaporizing it.

Jacob meanwhile paid no notice after throwing the bottle and instead made his way over to Brad. "It's a small world isn't it Brad? Good to see you again." Jacob said, extending a hand towards his former colleague.
 
Sin cringes away as the robot talks to her. She actually hides behind the nearest person and still looks at the robot wearily, "Well sorry but machines and other such computer like techno things don't get along with me... Even when I lezve them alone..." She sinks down farther behind the man a look on her face saying she doesn't trust it as far as she can throw it. She sighs again, "I either get shot at by them, they explode or they glitch in some way getting me into danger. I hate machines."
 
Chameleon responded to the client's insult. "Well, depends on the definition of arrogance, or in my case it be caution." Then saying in a voice normally accustomed to baby talk; "Let's be friends, we're all one big happy family now." Then he saw the robot and saluted it.
"Well there, a robot for the army. Not a common thing, especially if it doesn't malfunction. Now there there, if it doesn't bite, it doesn't hurt girly. Oh, and the shotgun guy? Too loud for a good weapon, but I ain't one to judge. Oh, and pistol best shot, make sure you can aim and don't shoot our heads off. And one more thing, I'm not that violent. Wink wink." He bowed with a gentleman gesture in cheek.
 
Edward laughes at James remark.
"You think your the best? I hired because you were good, but there are many mercs who are better than you all. The man's funeral we are going to see, Ezekiel, he had the highest kill count in arizona, where he used to work before the legion came in. 112 bandits and slavers. He was a damn fine marksman. And may I remind you, it isn't just a few raiders, now the legions gone, crime has risen dramtically. Its a two day trip to where we are going, and I can guarantee you, we will be attacked by at least one raider group if we are lucky."
Edward then turns to Tom and Brad.
"I could use a few more mercs. Theres this one group of raiders, the rattlesnakes, who are causing a lot of trouble. If we meet them, we'll need a lot of firepower. They're idiots, but they have over 50 men, and they've managed to overrun a crimson caravan group that way. Now that we have a big sized group, lets get a move on."
 
Tom was happy now that he had been asked by the man, "Okay, if I have to", Tom threw a fake exhausted look upon his face, "Hopefully if you can wait long enough I may have to say one farewell!", he moved without prompt.

Tom quickly sprinted into a nearby building, labelled 'The Percival Saloon'. As he walked through the open day, he immediately made for Georgie who was sponge-ing down the saloon bar. He grabbed her, spinning her around and quickly kissed her on the mouth, at first he seemed surprised, but after that she shared the kiss with him, hugging him, then eventually pulling away, "Fair enough that was nice, but, I sense you're going to tell me something bad now".

He smiled, "You know me so well. Well, you know how i've always said I would like to do a little mercenary job just to remind myself of the old days?".

Georgie giggled, then looked up at him, "No. But go on, who's going to be sheriff while you're gone?".

Tom grinned appreciatively back at Georgie, "Awww, thanks, i'll make sure to treat you when I get back", he smirked, "But for the sheriff, just tell Antonio and John to do their best, I know they have it in them, plus, it'd be good to see Antonio have his metal tested", he squeezed Georgie, before kissing her on the cheek.

Just as Tom pulled away, she smiled, "Oh, a treat? I'll look forward to it, and i'm sure the boys will 'enjoy' their time as Tandi's lawkeepers, go on then".

Tom immediately ran out of the saloon and back to the group, "Job done, let's get down to business!".
 
A dark look flits across the raven's face as she takes a breath and closes her eyes and thinks, ~Thank god nobody know's Sin and Lucifer are one and the same person... Though I am surprised they haven't figured it out since 'we' both look the same except how 'we' dress... I dress in baggy clothes as this me and tight fitted ones as Luce.~ Sin sighs and glances towards Chameleon, "So you're the sarcastic type huh? Well have fun with that." She rubs her tempal getting a migraine along with temperment loss due to lack of sleep. She looks away from them and walks a small distance leaning against her new pet brahmin which she's decided to name Braille. She keeps her senses on high alert but lean into Braille pretending to be destracted as a small yawn escapes her.
 
"Well miss, the whole merc business wouldn't be complete without my humour and expertise. Even if it does involve my take on the matters at hand. By the way, don't take me for an arrogant fool, no; I'm better than that: I'm the Joker without the costume." Thinking he sounded cool, he turned to the client.
"By the way, we do sleep right? It would be easier, though I'm not complaining. Oh, and those Rattlesnakes? Just suck the poison out and it'll be fine, in other words; we should kill their leaders first and I'm the guy for that kinda stuff. Or there's the other saying; Cut off the head of a snake, and the body dies. I Love that saying. Now, how about it?" Chameleon shuffled his deck of cards, waiting for an appropriate answer that would meet his demand. His statement wasn't a request, it was a demand in his own terms.
 
"Again, we are not hunting bandits, you are escorting me to a funeral. They only attack travellers, they won't go near towns so for the moment we don't need to go after them. Besides, we don't know where their base is, so it would be a wild goose chase if we went after them. Anyway, are we all good to go?"
Edward waits for an answer from the group.
 
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