New Vegas: Blood Ties

Mark was now standing a few feet away, Yasmine passed by his side on the way to the barn, Mark remained silent, he was now staring silently and in disbelief towards Carib and the fiend.

The fiend was in a bad shape and looked hopeless, if it were up to Mark he would had mercifully put a round on his head to put him out of his misery.

Carib was still next to the fiend with the knife on his hand.

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Carib nodded, reaching in his coat he pulled out a golden Legion Aureus coin. Caeser's face, bald and crowned with the olive wreath was on the top side of the coin; he twirled it in his hand and saw the Bull. Tales.

"Tell you what," he rolled the coins between his fingers, a trick his old team leader had taught him when he first went to the Rangers. "Heads. You get a quick death. And tales... Well, you get to see your insides." Carib rolled the coin before the Fiends eyes. The man's dried lips kept whispering the drug he needed, he wanted.

Carib removed his mask and looked the man in the face, "You know... torture isn't usually my thing. It was one of the things the Rangers taught me. They taught me I had to be better than scum like you. Katja taught me that. But you see," Carib grabbed the back of the man's greasey head and placed his forehead against the Fiends, "I am not a Ranger anymore. I am retired. Katja isn't here... and I have a job to do. And just so you know, I took this job for twenty bottle caps."

He flipped the coin in the air and watched it land in his palm. He opened his hands. Heads. Caesar's luck.

"Hey. Hey." He waved his hand in front of the man's face, "Lucky day man. You get it quick. Of course, I am sorry about this, though." He slide the knife across the Fiend's throat and heard the man began to gasp and choke as he bleed out.

When Carib stood up, he cleaned the blade off the Fiend's shirt jacket and sheathed it. He had already checked the man's mouth for gold or any precious metal, but didn't find any. Oh, well.

As he turned, he saw Mark watching him.
 
Mark remained silent. He just turned around went to get his backpack. There was nothing Mark could say that Carib didn't already know.

Similar events worked differently on different people. Mark got shell shock and war neurosis. Carib surrendered himself to his inner demons.
 
Carib looked at his friend, and a wave of shame came over him. Mark had seen what Carib had done, and though no one would mourn the piece of bleeding tripe twitching and bleeding on the ground it was clear what side of the karma scale Carib was going on.

He was tempted to run to his friend and talk to him, to explain, but he knew it would be in vain. Mark would perhaps still remain his friend, but he would never look at Carib the same. Looking at his mask, he donned it.

Everything he did was necessary, that is what Carib told himself. It was to protect the good in the world. And if Carib had to damn his soul by purging the world of the dregs, he could abide that. He had to. He didn't do this for Yasmin or Katja. He did this to keep the Dark Passenger within in check. He had to feed the beast or he'd go insane.

He looked down at the Fiend and he left him to bleed, heading towards the barn. Ready to clean up.
 
Tom turned around and got up, looking at Carib, Tom marched over to Carib, looking down at the body, "You should've kept him alive, I wanted sommit' out of this prick", Tom looked to Carib. tom thought of what raiders did to Saam, Tom would've done lots worse than Carib and Yasmin, Tom would put the Fiend through unimaginable pain, torture his mind until he broke into pieces, and after Tom got what he had wanted, that was just the start.

Tom patted Carib on the shoulder, "C'mon get up, this job ain't gonna' finish itself mate".
 
Yasmin walked into the barn passed all the dead Fiends. She didn’t even have interest in looting them. Let the rest have it, that can be their payment. She just wanted to find his body so she could….Fuck, where the hell was she going to bury him? She’d heard that there was some friendly mutant settlement up in the mountains where it was still green. Maybe she’d bury him in among trees, if they weren’t just a myth.

At the back of the barn was some stairs leading down to a heavy door and a terminal. They’d left it open while running out, so no hacking required.

She kept her bloodied knife in her hand in case there were any Fiends left inside as traps. It was a standard bunker, big main room, she saw a kitchen through an open door, she guessed there were bedrooms in the back…but where would you go to torture and slay some soldiers? She walked through the different bedrooms, back through the kitchen and bathroom…Nothing except massive amounts of chems. The floor was heavily littered with them, each step kicked at least one. The whole place smelled of Fiends and their filth.

Yasmin wandered through another set of doors leading off from the back hall and found a room with mostly broken computers and a cage in the back. This was it. She ran over and opened the door. Two dead soldiers with their faces and armour mutilated. Their armour was charred. It looked like they cooked them alive inside their armour.

‘’Sick mother fu…” she walked over with her heart sinking down into her stomach and pulled off their dogtags.

Howarth, Billy. Madison, Sean. Not…

She gritted her teeth and threw the tags against the wall. Fuck! Where was he!? She began storming out when she looked over at the working computer. One was scrambled, the other was password protected. A feeling hit her in the gut. This had to be the key to finding him. If this was it, it was her last lead to him.

She ran back out through the hall up the stairs to the barn where the rest were collecting chems and ammo.

Her face was flushed with adrenaline. This was her last chance to get his lead and she knew it, this had to go right. “Who here knows how to hack?”
 
Tom's mind was blank as he looked at Yasmin, "Last time I hacked I ended up blowing a whole in the computer", Tom looked down at the healed burn mark on his hands, "Funny story to tell people at bar though if you get my drift".

"I could try if you want, it'd be my little souvenir from the wonderful trip we've had", Tom cracked his fingers as he talked, he didn't care if people were listening to him, he could've just been mumbling.
 
Yasmin looked at his hands with distaste. She wasn't going to let her last lead in the hands of....well, someone with burns from their last hack. "I'm going to politley decline."

She looked at the others. "Any one else?"
 
Carib nodded to Tom and they walked into the barn. It seemed everyone had a hash to settle with the Fiends. They were a plague, and Carib could bet if either Caesar or NCR won out, the Fiends would be wiped out to the last.

Carib looked at the burns on the armor. The Brotherhood Paladins had been baked. No way to go. And whoever this Evan was, he was important enough for Yasmin to show her true face. The scared girl underneath the hard exterior. It was intriguing. She was obviously poison, but still he could hardly resist her.
 
David said to Yasmin,"I'm not really into computers. I don't know my way around these pre-war PCs. "
That was a lie. As an Enclave Special Ops, David knew very well how to hack, should he ever need to retrieve information. However, he didn't want anybody to catch on, so David kept his technical aptitude to himself. He then realised that Brad was a computer Expert, and turned to the young khan.
"Hey Brad, its your time to shine, man."

OOC: I've edited this because the original was canon rape, so I decided to tone it down. Now, David is a good Hacker, though nowhere near as good as brad, who specialises in that field.
 
Brad cracked his fingers.
"Finally, something I excell at."
Brad watched as the screen flooded with mostly junk, but some possible passwords.
He clicked one.
"Fuck."
It was wrong. But then he looked over at the right side of the screen. 5/7 of the letters were in the right spot. He smiled, knowing that now it would be easier to deduce the password.
He clicked a simular word, but got the same error message.
He clicked another one, and heard the confirmation chime.
"Alright Yasmin, it's all yours.
He backed away from the computer.
 
Yasmin smiled. “Thanks Brad.”

She sat down and opened the file titled “4 eny dipshits who 4get”. It looked the most promising. Her heart tightened in her chest as she read the message.

Jakob, I rekon youll be the 1 who 4gets were we went you dum prik. we r takin these 2 with us 2 the base ferther up. C wat Shadee wants 2 do with them noa that the brothers no bout us. If they find out the big shit be4 Shadee gets it, we r fuked. So we r going there. Map at the end. Member, its in the cave with the radiation pool in front of it. Well trap the entrance. you cant spot them, its your fault.

She could have cried. He was alive when this was written, so there was a chance he was still alive. She looked at the map attached at the bottom of the message and added the marker to her pipboy. One way or another, she’d find him there. ~You have to be alive. You have to.~

She stood up and looked at the guys. Fuck. Now what? Let them take whatever they want from the bunker and hope that keeps them happy? They might want answers. Or blood. The message said that something big was planned, that would need a lot of Fiends. Was there anyway she could convince them to stay? Probably not.

She eyed the door and wondered if she could make a bolt for it while they looked for tech.
 
Yasmin looked at him. “Huh? Oh, uh…No, not really. Just, I expected there’d be...more.”

It was true. She did think there’d be more there for them. More for her at least. She thought she’d find him there. But this place was almost empty of anything but food and drugs.

At least now she had a definite lead. If only she could get out unnoticed, she might be able to get to him in time.
 
Mark had remained silent for most of the time, looking around the bunker, no high tech, no relics, nothing, maybe the salvage of the chems would pay for the weapons and ammo he "requisitioned"... if he gave some of the stuff back that is.

"Yeah, I expected there would be more too... you know... like enough to make us all rich. Isn't that right, Yasmine?"

Mark didn't looked too happy, and was surprised no one else noticed the lack of salvage too.

"So what? This is it? We came up here for nothing? I shouldn't be surprised, I never trusted you, but I am surprised you get away with it. No one seems to care, so it seems that you have, and I won't try to take revenge on you because I would gain nothing from it."

Mark motions to the door.

"The ride was fun, but there is nothing here for us, and it doesn't seems to be anything else ahead, so I'm taking what's mine and I'm leaving... Carib?"
 
David looked around. He frowned, seeing nothing that was close to what they had been promised. He looks at Yasmin, reaches for his knife, then decides against it. He goes to the computer, deletes the files set up by the raiders, and then disconnects it. This was the only thing he could sell and still have a lot of money left over. He walked towards the exit, and asked,"Is anybody coming? This isn't worth it, and you all know it. Whether you want to stay with her is fine with me, but I'm leaving."
He then left the bunker, and then waited for anybody else who wanted to leave.
 
Tom looked at David as he walked out of the room, then tipped his head towards Yasmin, "If you actually have a reason to stop me and the others from leaving, I suggest you make your point now, or you'll probably never see me again", Tom's expression was a stern one, he didn't want any bullshit, hopefully Yasmin could see that.
 
Yasmin raised her eyebrows at them. “Wow, for men who never actually trusted me, you all seem pretty disappointed. If you were so sure I was lying the whole time about this bunker - which is actually here – then why did you come along? Was it curiosity? Adventure?” She glared. “Or pure greed that over-rid your judgement? I didn’t put a gun to your head, fuck, I even payed those of you who’d take it.” She folded her arms over her chest. “I gained nothing from this either. Don’t blame me when there isn’t a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.”

She’d never seen a rainbow, but she knew the tale and imagined the were quite pretty.
 
Brad was standing in the corner of the room, thinking to himself.
If there weren't any weapons, armor, or any other useful pre war items around, he'd definately be ill equiped to go up against the khans. Maybe he should stick around with Yasmin, if only to have a partner in case of a khan attack.
He decided to wait for everyone else to decide whether or not to stick around before deciding to tag along.
 
Tom let it a small smile at what Yasmin said, "I've been called a great many things in my life, but greedy..." Tom paused for a second, "Greedy never has been one of those words, curiosity if i'm honest, I always have been the curious sort, curious as to why you lowered yourself to dreadful standards the night we all first met you, and of course, i'm sure this is the one everyone else is wondering about, why you just of all people just had a breakdown in front of mercenaries you barely know".

Tom knew he was clear enough now, and hopefully in front of everyone else and not just him, she would admit something, maybe the trust would return then.
 
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