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*Rat-catcher parks his car on the bazaar and walks to the main gate. On his way he sees a wanted poster with his name and picture on it.*
What!!! Wanted for the murder of snake? How will I get through NCR to deliver that message to president Tandi without some ranger recognizing me?
*Thinks for a while. Then takes an old pencil out of his pocket and draws a beard and a mustache on the picture.*
This should do the trick. But to be sure I'd better put on my pilotscarf and sunglasses.
 
A short while later...

A dusty ragged man walks into the city. He stops at the slightly modified wanted poster. He laughs and then smashes a rock into the bearded face, splintering the wooden post that the poster was on. Bob walks on.
 
You got a fair bounty.

Hey rat catch. You don't know me but I 'know' you. Ya got a 2000 price on your head, alive unfortunately. Ma names Jake. Jake Haizer. Col. of Hell's Falcons, my own merc group. We've been hired to kill you, but... If you can raise ranger's offer on you me n my men 'l travel with ya, guardin ya. We're well armed, with BoS modified plas-cannons, 2 jeeps, 1 APC, and 2 howitzers. Ya gotta love Sierra Army Depot. You get back to me soon, alright? Then we'll talk business.

!PIP MAIL MESSAGE SENDING!
 
*Rat-catcher hears his PIPboy beep. You've got mail. You've got mail. You've got mail. He looks at it:
Hiya Mike. I've found some leads to the COC. I'm in a small town real far west from Vault City. It's next to a great river-Mississippi. Come hear ASAP. Tell Kim I said hi.
Kilroy.
 
*pip mail to Col. Haizer. * RE: No thanks

Sorry, I don't trust people that easily. Besides even if I would trust you, I can't meet your price.

Regards, Rat-catcher

Ps. To be sure I've blocked my piplocation so don't bother tracking me.
 
After reading the mail

*Rat-catcher quickly delivers the message avoiding all rangers. He returns to his car.*
What the hell are the COC doing west of Vault City? This means they're bigger than we had estimated.
 
RE: After reading the mail

Across the Bazaar, a single figure in yellow armor leaning on Son of Bob's {TM} stand and casually chewing on a gecko poorly disguised as something else looks as someone parks a car, and with interest. As the driver exits, he nods lightly to himself, casually tosses the remains of the lizard into a garbage bin.

Before he can reach the town gates, he walks up to the driver and taps him on the shoulder, his other hand casually resting on his sidearm.

"Mr. Ratcatcher? I believe we should talk."
 
*O.O.C. Sorry Rat-catcher, it's supposed to be EAST of Vault City. Like ón the shore of Mississippi.*
 
RE: *pip mail to Col. Haizer. * RE: No thanks RE: No Prob

Hey I wouldn't either, if I had a price that big on my head. Well, all we really want is a piece of the action. I'm actually the a sub-commander in an orgainization that operates out of Texas. We defeated some minor threats there, raiders, etc. !PiP SENT!
 
Then, a cloud of dust approaches the town....

[font size=1" color="#FF0000]LAST EDITED ON May-24-00 AT 08:51AM (GMT)[p]And a tall man on a motorbike enters the bazaar. After parking his motor, he sees a man in a car and some guy in a yellow combat armor leaned against the car. The man walks toward it, and stops after recognizing the man in the car.
"Hey, aren't you Rat-catcher ? And aren't you wanted for the killing of Snake Burton ?
(to the yellow armoured man) Hey, I saw you in the NMA-café ! You were going to bring in Rat-catcher. WAIT ! Hear me out ! I'm not going to kill anyone or bring anyone in."

!! O.O.C. !!
That post about how Snake Burton was killed disappeared (Archived ?) But I think that when it happened Rat-catcher was in the NMA-café, so he couldn't have done it. I know he hasn't but my character can't use the threads, so.....
Mail me at mailto:sbijman@hotmail.com to talk about how to continue this, and please, don't send me anything you wouldn't like to receive.
!! O.O.C !!
 
Escape.

*while quinch is distracted by ceasar, rat-catcher hits the gas of his car and drives away.*
Damn I don't have time for this.
*Suddenly a bullet flies through the car. As he looks back he sees Quinch shooting.*
What the hell is wrong with these guys? I didn't kill that snake!
 
RE: Escape.

A small patch of sand melts and turns to glass as Quinch squeezes another shot from the laser rifle, missing the car's rear tires.

"Damn..." he says, his voice almost a hiss, watching the car quickly diminishing in the distance. He turns to Caesar, weeks of frustration clearly showing on his face. "Okay, talk. And I hope it's good."

"Man, I really I don't need this," he thought. It took him days to get to New Reno, then to threat/persuade/bribe/call upon old favors various people to tell him where Ratcatcher went, and making it halfway to San Francisco before intercepting a transmission saying he's going back to NCR. "I don't care, do I? Why the hell did I take this damn job anyway?" he mused. "Oh well..." he smiled to himself, "at least I got the bike. God, what a moron."
 
RE: Escape.

Well, I was in that bar, a while back, and both Rat-catcher and Snake were there. After a while Snake left. Rat-catcher was still there. Then Rat left, only tio return a while later. As I see it, he couldn't have killed Snake, 'cause he was long gone before Rat left. He couldn't have gone that fast, so I'm off to track Rat and find out the truth. No innocent man will be killed if I can help it. *jumps on his bike and races out of town, heading in the direction Rat-catcher went* (to himself) It shouldn't be hard to track him in the desert, I didn't live ten your with that tribal for nothin'.
After a day of travelling he sees something looking like a car in the distance. After a while it seems Rat is having troubles with his car, and Ceasar reaches him a short time later.
Ok, I want to get to the bottom of this. Speak.
 
RE: Escape.

Quinch looks as Caesar's bike speeds after Ratcatcher's car, then sprints past Bob's iguana stall and jumps on an ancient motorcycle leaning on the fence around the corner. He kickstarts it and, with clouds of smoke and a sound that makes half the NCR police force reach for their weapons pulls the bike out of the Bazaar.

Trailing at a fair distance, a frown creeps across his face as the cloud of dust he's been following starts to dissipate.

"That's odd... why's he stopping?" The frown on his face deepens, then smiles at the irony. "I must've shot out something important on that car."

As he drives closer, he notices Ratcatcher and Caesar, apparently engaged in a conversation.
 
Okay then...

(OOC: sorry for my absene guys but i've been really busy woith school etc. Well I'm back. Hope your still here.)

Ugh. It seems I just can't get rid off you.
*closes the hood of his car*
Okay this is one long story.I hope you've got time.
*goes in the story of frank burton and how he was killed by the enclave while he was out in an alley.. How he quit the enclave.*
Okay I hope you believe me. And If you still want to take me in you'll have to fight me.
*taps gauss rifle*
 
RE: Okay then...

(O.O.C : Sorry too, I was camping in Avignon, for a while, and I couldn't find a computer hooked up to the internet:)

So you didn't do anything, I knew it ! but what do we do now, where are those other guys who were in the bar ? I heard some strange things happened in Reno, and somethings going down elsewhere, what do you know about that ?
 
RE: Okay then...

Ratcatcher and Caesar are interrupted by a noise... a low, rumbling noise of an old military-issue motorcycle, with an untuned engine and probably several decades without any decent maintenance. Quinch drives closer, but not too close, dismounts and spreads his arms a little.

"Look," he speaks, walking toward the broken-down car, "I didn't come to fight. If I did, you... well, one of us would be already dead. Like I said, I just want to talk."

-OOC-

Well, I'm glad you're back... personally I've just been laying low. BTW, I pretty much missed all of the Burton death posts, so I'm kinda out of track. Can someone mail me? My address is quinchmarktwo@hotmail.com.
 
RE: Okay then...

Well, Rat told it all to me. *then rat-catcher starts telling the story all over again. Where he was when Sanke was killed, what happend after that, like in new reno and the encounter with Frank Horrigan, and so forth*
Ceasar : So, now whadda we do ? Frank is dead, and so is the enclave. It seems to me that there's no "greater cause" anymore, so let's head off to Reno and have some fun. I know a good club there.
 
RE: Okay then...

While Caesar tells the tale, Quinch pulls out a toolbox from the sidecar of his bike and sets to fixing Ratcatcher's car.

"So you're saying is -oomph-, that you," nods at Ratcatcher, "haven't even been near Shake when he was killed, right?" He sighs and puts down the wrench he's been working with. "That's what I've been hearing... well, more or less. Either way, making too too much sense for my liking. Which means..." He grumbles and mutters something that sounds like a curse. "I'm one of those who've taken up the bounty to bring Snake's killer in, ", he points to Ratcatcher, "namely you. But if this is true, and according to... some of my other sources, it is, then I've been spending the last month or so on a wild goose chase." He goes under the car again, a screwdriver and a roll of duct tape in his hand. "There, this ought to keep her going" he says, with a muffled -thunk-, "at least to New Reno," pulling himself out under the car and brushing himself off, "if your offer still stands."
 
RE: Okay then...

Of course it stands. I was attacked by raiders some time ago, dumb bastards.. He he, those CAWS's made a good bit of money. So, let's party..
By the way, I know a chop shop in Reno where you might get a few spare parts for that car.
 
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