ICC- Kilrick Salvage Inc.

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After Jake spread the word, Stryfe made ready an answer. "What ever Kilrick decides, I'm with it." He said as he wandered around the Vil, leaving Jake behind.

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Edden didn't seem to care, even when Jake was standing behind her as she was having her way with a hooker. "Tell him," She said inbetween laps and mouth fulls of titts and flesh, "I'm... *slish*... I'mm... Oh, yes.... Umm, Yeah, I'm damn skippy." She continued on, dismissing Jake.
 
In the morning the Major sent Jasmin.

"He wants to see you." Was all she had to say.

I nodded, grabbed a cup of java from the pot Jake had brewing up, gave Jake the nod and followed.

Jasmin didn't say much, which was unlike her. Maybe she was thinking about the trip ahead.

I foudn the major behind his desk, with hs feet up. "Kilrick? Take a seat." As if this was going to be a pleasant little seat.

I sat.

"Ok, so you think 50K is too cheap. Well Spengler thought so too. Now I need to know what you know about New York if I am going to make a better deal."

I shook my head no.

"Come on, you can be more reasonable. You know the kind of situation I....." He was saying as I got up to leave.

"Ok wait." Yes I knew I had him before I even came in.

I turned back and looked at the seat than at him.

He nodded.

I sat.

"How much?" He said, skipping the bullshit.

"10K per man and 150 K for the job."

"Too much I can't do that." He said. Of course. It was too high. "And I'll need the intel."

"I'll give you the after action reports, but my records stay with me. Trade secrets."

"I am paying a lot for this job." He said.

"I paid and am paying for these secrets. Not you. You'll get your trinket. That's what this is about."

He didn't like that. "10K per person. Not likely."

"Pay those that come back." I said.

"How many do you think will come back?" He asked.

"Not enough to worry about." I said, and I meant it. It was a dangerous job.

"I can't let that job go for more than 100K." He said. That surprised me. I had figured that for a settling price. Apparently the trinket was worth more than I thought.

We continued to negotiate until we came to a figure of 130K which seemed fair.

"When do you leave?" Asked the Major.

"Soon as we gather up everyone. Have your people pack and meet at my office." I said.

"Good luck" Said the Major, holding out his hand.

I paused a minute. Like shaking hands with the devil, isn't it? Well it was devilish work.

I shook his hand and said, "We should be back in a few weeks."

As I left I heard the Major call to Deeds and Jasmin to get ready to go, and a string of other instructions. But I was out the door and didn't follow it.

Jake was cleaning his rifle when I came back. "Job is on. 10K a head and $130K for the job."

Jake whistled between his teeth. "That's a heck of a job they must want."

"Yeah, makes you wonder what this is all about, don't it. Well we'll figure it out. IN the meantime, gather up the crew. We leave today."
 
*Hotel Room,, The Vil*

Sensing the morning rays of the sun, Eric groggily woke up and began his daily routine of cleaning up and getting himself ready for the day. After making sure all his belongings had been accounted for, he reached into his pocket abd read the note the bartender gave him.

"Luke AFB patch ......... questions..... Spengler.........Major".

Who the hell is Spengler and Major? I guess I'll ask Kilrick when I meet him at the vehicle depot.

Eric quickly grabbed his stuff and headed towards the group vehicles.
 
OCC: Hello to all, I’m cutting in with my character: Richard Wolf, maybe finding a place for it in the story… Please tell me if I did something wrong…

ICC:

“Cheers friend!”

“What will it be, stranger?”

“Booze! Straight up whisky, and make it a good one, I still have some credits to spend, and I want to spend them good!”

“That’s fine by me, one glass o’ whisky comin up!”

“Who said anything ‘bout a glass? Leave the bottle, friend!”

…How the hell did you dragged yourself to this fuckin’ place, Richard? Sure the money’s running out, but you damn well know that the heat you’re carrying doesn’t cut it when the fight gets tough, and sure the damn looks like this is a tough place to be… like all does mercs you saw arriving: combat armor, big guns, and sneaky bastards also, like thieves or murderers and all that kind…

But shit, I’m not called Wolf for nothing! I can still bite some faces of some pricks if I have to…

“Bugger me! Sure was in the need fer a drink!”

And now that I think of it, maybe a band of mercs is just the thing I need… and the hell with this, I still got some skills left, I’m not that old!

And thinking ‘bout that…

“Say, barkeep, you know where I can get into some panties ‘round here?”
 
ICC:

Huge bastard, that one was… talking to the other fellow, the one who looked like an old hound dog, a merc that knows his stuff... I’ve met a lot of them a while back… can spotted them by their smell… wouldn’t be that easy if the sods bathe once and a while…

But who am I to say this? Booze stinks all over me, shit, wonder if they’ll even consider hiring a drunk ol’ doc… must be outta my mind, my days have long gone…

What did the big one called him? Kil-something… supposed his the one I should go and talk to ‘bout the job! But who tells me he’s even hiring? He must be, just look at the goddamn party I saw with him early on, if those aren’t freelancers, than I’m not an old drunk bastard I think I am…

But do I have the stuff? Looking to the kind of arsenal they’re using, I might has well be carrying slingers and rocks, old sawed-off bust open many skulls, ‘little 44º in my boot capped lots of mother fuckers also, and shit, I have a few surprises in my jacket…. aw, bugger this, I’m gonna talk to the man, worth a shot, I guess!

Just need a smoke and a drink first….

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“Back hu, stranger? Another bottle?”

“Just the glass this time… it’s a quick one... say, you know anything about some mercs arriving in town lately?”

“You must be talking ‘bout Kilrick!”

“He’s a known sod, hu? Large group of mercs arriving with him. Know anything about this?”

“Word is he’s doing a job, an important job, don’t know what it is, but I heard it involves going to New York”

“Fuck me! New York? Shit….”

It was worthless, if they were going to New York the last thing they’ll need is a drunk without any big guns or armor who would just slow them down…. Might as well go and look for some merchants who need some extra guards… Hey, what the fuck is goin’ on outside?


OCC: I don’t want to use anyone characters, if someone want to cut in, be my guest. If any character has been left out I could use it…
 
Stryfe just watched for his table, the Nuka Cola and bottle of rotgut stood untouched. HE got the glimps of the merc or whomever he was. The vil was truly a desperate place, a good place to own a gun. It was easy blending in, very easy. It was always goo dto know what enviroment you're in and what denziens you are dealing with.

Taking his bottle and the nuka cola, Stryfe started to walk out. They were going to leave soon, and he needed to meet Kilrick and the rest. Leaving the dengy smoke filled bar and headed out to the quiet night.

As he made for the entrance, his trench coat tails haning behind, someone bumped into him, spilling the nuka cola on the chalky floor. The brown carmel liquid caked with the dust and the precious caffeinated elixier was lost forever.

"What the?!" Stryfe rasped.

OOC: KArkow, I have bumped into you... you wanted an encounter, this was the best I could come up with.
 
Oh bugger!

This is what you get when you drink like I do! Bumping against a mean looking bastard like this one!

Shit Richard, stay focused, be fucking polite… this guy looks kind of familiar… well, all mercs look like that after a wile!

Be polite! C’mon, be polite and stay alive!

“Sorry stranger, looks like I just spilled your drink… sorry ‘bout that, I hear some commotion on the outside and was going to see what was happening, but its probably some kids playing a little too loud! Say, join me for a drink, will you? I think I still have some credits with me… and looks like I owe you two anyway.”

Weapons, sure he has them, under that trench coat of his, upgraded with kevlar and pieces of armor… tall man, strange look… one that suggest he has seen to much, things no man should see. I know the look very well. I try to brush it off of me with a glass of booze. And his eyes… strange eyes, green, but strange, kind of hypnotizing. Still, I have the feeling I know him from somewhere!

That expression on his face, can’t quite figure it out what it means… is he going to attack me? No… I think he’s only checking me out, like a boxer who studies his adversary, his posture, his weaknesses: like a predator… The same way I did with him before… and he knows I did… So, be polite you drunken bastard… be polite and you probably wont start something that would most likely end up messy.

“So what do you say? Join me for a drink?”


OCC: Stryfe, if you want you can take over my character in your post, you can know a little more about him in the characters topic and I’ve already posted what was one his mind and what his intentions are, so it won’t be too difficult. On the other hand, we can go and take another course to the story, like the noises I wrote about… your call.
 
Jake was out making the rounds while I gathered up my papers, maps and supplies and then headed out to the truck to see who was out. Time to go and the sooner the better. I was hoping to round up everyone before someone unfriendly took too much notice.

We were going to slip into New York. It was better if we didn't do much advertising.

When I got to the truck I saw that the Major was there with Stowe. The other doc was going through some materials and preparing a pack that looked too big to carry. Jasmin and Deeds were there as well.

The Major saw me coming as he was talking to Spengler. "New money, new arrangements. I want you two to coordinate your approach." The Major said, indicating Spengler.

Spengler shook his head, signaling to me that he wasn't keen on this change nor did he really want to go with it all the way.

"There is no way I'm going to reveal my insertion. It's bad enough half the damn vil knows there's an op being plannied. " I said.

"I agree." Said Spengler, "If Kilrick get whacked and they find out where we are heading, we're fucked. And you'll be down both teams."

The Major nodded. "Yes, I thought that too. Both groups can cover more ground in New York but you should cooperate, back each other up. How you individually try to slip into New York, I will leave to you."

Spengler nodded. That molified me to some extent but there was still an added danger. "Over what kind of com system?" I asked.

"I have given Deed and Bishop radio systems that our intel people tell me is scrambled and encryptic." Said the Major.

"Here." Said Deed, showing the radio system he had packed with his gear. It looked like any set.

"I'm not sticking out my neck because you have faith in your com people. We get cracked by the tin cans and we're fucked. When was the last time you sent an op into New York?"

"That's not relevant, Kilrick. You're getting paid and this is still my charter. " Said the Major.

"As long as you get your gizmo and I get my pay, I call the shots." I replied. I was hoping that we wouldn't come down to ultimatiums again, but the job wasn't worth this risk.

"Alright. How about this? You control radio security and make out the arrangements with Spengler on how you want to use the radio. But I want you capable of backing each other up if the shit comes down hard." Said the Major.

I still wasn't happy with it. But it was a better compromise. Besides, he was right. New York was a big nasty place and it might be nice to have some friends. But I wasn't convinced it wasn't worth the security.

I looked at Deeds, "I'll say this once. You use that radio without my Ok, and I will drill a hole right above your eyes."

Deeds smirked. "You can try."

I contained the urge to smack the smirk off. Then I turned to Spengler, "Alright, let's work out our system."
 
*Vehicle Depot, The Vil*

When Eric arrived at the vehicle depot, he noticed he was one of the first to get there. As he got closer, he also realised that Kilrick was also present, busy talking to a few strangers.

"None of my business I suppose. But I still have to ask if Kilrick knows any of the people on my little piece of paper here." With a brief and polite nod acknowledging the leader and his associates, Eric opened the door, put his stuff in the vehicle, and promptly hopped inside.

"This story just gets better and better", Eric thought to himself. "What the hell is so important about our mission? Why is it worth risking the lives of multiple teams just to find one object? Furthermore, why the hell would the government of Arizona be interested in whatever has been resting in the bombed out corpse that is the rotten apple?

At this point, the asian thought he saw the other members of the team showing up in the distance. Since Kilrick was still busy talking and the others still arriving, Eric pulled out the latest issue of "Guns And Bullets", and began educating himself further on the operation of death bringing tools.
 
A new face...

(OOC: I thought about butting in for the chapter 2... and to write my entry post here)

*the vehicle depot*
Larkin was badly hung over. His last job had been cut short when the escorteè got shot in that raider ambush.
No matter though... Larkin was able to escape and to nab the money off the dead bastard before going.
He had got into town, went on a glorious drinking binge, and had stocked up on supplies. Now, he needed a ride to NY.
And a drink.
When searching for the first, he had heard about this "kilrick" fellow who was apparently heading for the same direction.

Larkin squinted through the flying dust. The depot was a gathering point of all kinds of scum who apparently also were a part of this expedition.
He nudged the fellow who was sleeping with a "Guns & bullets" magazine on his head.
"I'm lookin' for this Kilrick fella. You know where i can find him?"
The sleeper grinned. "First of all, he's a she. And second, she's right behind you"
Larkin pivoted on spot and gave the scowling woman A Fine Big Grin.
"So! You Kilrick? Heard that ye are going to NY, and i'm interested in hitchin' a ride. Safety in numbers an' all that. If ya keep me in food and give a bit of cash for m' equipment i can fight too.
So, whaddya say?"
 
“I don’t have time for a drink, nor for the chat, goodbye!” said the strange mercenary whom I just bumped in to…

“There's no need to be rude, ok? I was just trying to make up for the.... there goes that noise again! Let's see what the fuck's going on!”

“YEAAHHH COME HERE YOU BITCHES! HEY BOB, LOOK AT THAT HOOKER RUN! SHIT, COME HERE GIRL AND SUCK MY DICK!”

“FUCKING NUTS, JOEY! YOU'RE FUCKING NUTS; YOU PULLED YOUR DICK OUT COOL MAN, FUCKING COOL!”

Junkies!!
I hate junkies! Fucking wankers who are too good for a drink. Instead they get high has a kite and make life more complicated to others! At least when I get drunk I know how to behave!

HEY HEY HEY, LOOK, I'M GONNA PISS IN THAT DUDES HAIR, JUST LOOK!

The strange mercenary was focused on the junkies, it looked to me that he too didn't like drug-addicts, I could see his hands going deeper into his jacket, getting ready for something, if it came down to that!

But it wasn't, not with me around!

“So you kids like to get high and wave your tadger around... A word of advice put them back in your pants before you lose them!” - I said

“HEY LOOK AT THE OLD FUCKER! WHAT YOU GONNA DO, POPS, HU? YOU CAN'T DO SHIT! I'LL FUCK YOU UP BEFORE YOU DO SHIT, I'LL CUT YOU UP, YOU MOTHA'FUCKER!”

The guy named Joe pulled out a rusty knife

“Seems like you know how to talk the talk, let's see how well you walk the walk... c'mere twinkle-toes!”

OH THIS IS IT YOU STUPID OLD GOAT! YOU DEAD!

Has he approached with his knife lifted up at the height of my chest, I ran towards him, gripping his pulse, and with a circular movement, I twisted his arm, going behind him, grabbed his neck so he couldn't breed, wile he opened his mouth to scream with the pain of having his arm twisted against his own back, I pulled one of my grenades (the smaller ones) and stuffed it to his mouth, with my finger in the pin...

"You see your friend here, sonny? He can't say much because of the obvious situation, but I really believe that he would say that it should be best for you to leave town now, with a bloody hurry, don't you agree?”

While I spoke, I reached for my sawed-off that was strapped to my jacket and pointed it to him... he was quick to agree with him...

"Fine then, now I'm going to take this grenade off your mouth Joey, but you're going to move very very slowly, and you won’t say a word, 'cause my little two barrels his right here in my right hand, understand?”

I let him go, and he and his drugged buddy started to walk away, always looking back to me... as they moved I noticed the pants of the one called Joe were wet... pissed in his trousers! typical, really brave men when they shoot up something through their arm, but when it comes down to it, bunch of low-life cowards, that's what they are.

“Sorry about this stranger, and I’m sorry for the drinks I made you spill all over the floor. But if you really have to go, I’ll just give you the credits that the drinks cost and the next time we meet I’ll buy you whatever drinks you want… but right now I have someone named Kilrick to find… this little mess bring up something in me I though it was long lost and helped me make up my mind… well, I won’t keep you much more time, goodbye stranger!”

“Kilrick, you said?" Said the stranger. "Follow me!”
 
Maddy Stowe was looking at me as if she was disappointed. Perhaps she had figured I wouldn't go and that had impressed her.

Maybe, but I still had business to attend to. Even if the sex had been fun.

Jake had come back. "Bad news. Remmington and TJ are too fucked up on smack for this trip."

"ANd the truck?" I asked. Technically the vehicle wasn't mine and I didn't want to steal it.

"Bought it from them. Remmington was asking for more rock and we had that stuff from Phili, I figured it was worth the trade." Said Jake.

I shrugged. I wasn't about to use it and it was a good trade. "Alright then. I figure we still need some supplies. I hear there are glowing spot in NYC so best we pick up from the pharmacy in Glutown. "

"The big fatties?" Asked Jake.

"The same. " The fatties were hold up in an old warehouse with a stockpile of pharmaceuticals they didn't need. "But we got to trade."

"We got more plasma than we can carry. That will keep them with power." Said Jake.

Each of the powers used credits as currency, but outside their territory, one had to barter. Few things were as easily convertable or as desired as plasma cells. But the cells were heavy and hard to carry. I wasn't keen to give up too many just yet and the Fatties were known to be stubborn in a deal.

"I got another idea. Remember that windmill we saw here." I pointed to a place on the map called Maggotville. "if we can haul it down and bring it, then the Fatties have a power problem resolved."

"We ain't sure it works." Said Jake.

"Yes, but we could have a look." I said. "If we go in daylight it should be ok."

"If we don't get stuck." Added Jake. I knew where he was going with it. There were no farms within miles of Maggotville for a reason.

"We play careful. We bring it down then we haul it, cross the river here." I pointed to the old Tappen Zee bridge, " or here" the Bear Mountain Bridge, " Or we take the ferry across at Cold Spring.

"ANd then from there?" Asked Jake.

"To New York. Now where the hell is everyone. Time to make dust."
 
After a day trip Rohan saw some people at the horizon.
"They should have water. I'm going there." - he thought.

He slowed down his motorbike to make less noise. The fuel indicator shows half of tank.
"Maybe they have fuel, too."

500m left. Now he clearly sees they are merchants - five of them - some backpacks and a barrow. The weather was good, so he could be easily seen from that distance. He stopped and hidden his stuff in a desert bush but he took the knife with.
"I hope they won't see it all."

He went slowly. They were well-armed and had a lot of food. Their weapons were shining.

- "Greetings" - he said
- "Howdy, stranger, I'm Bob" - said the caravan master.
- "Call me Rohan. How's the business going?"
- "Pretty good. You're in bad shape. I think you need some food, am I right?"
- "Yes, you are. But I have no cash nor stuff to sell"
- "But you have some weapons?"
- "No"
- "So why's the ammo?" the old man pointed at the ground.

The long sniper rounds were lying there.

"Damn" - Rohan thought - "How this happened?"
- "I don't know, probably It was in the jacket..."
- "OK, I give you a chance. Get your stuff here and I won't kill you"

A guard readied his weapon.

- "Whoa, calm down. What stuff you are talking about?"
- "You think I didn't see the dust in the air?!?" - Bob's getting angry - "And take your car here!"

He turned back and came back with all he left in bushes.

" "So, what are you going to do with me?"
- "Ahh, a bike... Even better, these are extremely rare... How did you get this?"
- "None of your business"
- "Boy, I like you, so I give you a chance. You don't talk too good, but you have stuff. We can make a deal - you will tell the people in towns on our way that we're arriving. In exchange you will have food and what you can get in the towns for free. What do you think?"
- "There is a problem. The bike runs on liquid fuel"
- "So, it will run on booze"
- "It doesn't calculate. Booze is way too expensive as a fuel"
- "That's true" - Bob lowered his voice - "well, we'll take care of your bike. Ten miles ahead is an old junkyard, if you find a plasma motor there, we'll upgrade the bike for free. To be sure you come back, give me the rifle"

He took the gun without waiting.

- "Do you have any maps?" - the trader asked

Rohan took a map with red marked raiders' base from his pocket and gave it him.

- "Goddamn shit, this map is fake! Take this one"
- "So, the junkyard is south of here"
- "Right" - he turns to his fellows - "Give him some food and water!"

Rohan took everything, took a look at the map and took off.
 
OOC: Sorry, I have been working over time, so give me a lil break, I'll post later down the week.

"So what is your name?" Stryfe asked the man. It was always good to make an introduction, at least, one should do so. It was polite and perhaps the Ranger remnant within his own soul still had room for such formalities.
 
Well, this came has a surprise. Actually, it was more like stupidity on my behalf. I should have known that the man was part of Kilricks hired guns.

While leading the way he asked my name… It puzzled me and make me wonder how a tough bloke still used such formalities has ones name… travelling through the bloody wasteland, from bar to bar, in the past couple of years or so, I started to look at everyone has strangers, all strangers, unknown faces that didn’t want to know who I was… nor I did them…

“Sorry friend must have forgotten to proper introduce myself. The name is Richard, but people call me Wolf, and I admit I prefer that name. How about you, stranger? How should I call you?”
 
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