Origin of the Triggermen.

Chapter 1. Before the War

"So, what do you think?" said Nicholas.

"Erm what?" I gurgled as I was just drinking my bourbon.

Nicholas rolled his deep, black eyes. There he was my partner in crime sitting next to me in our mafia hideout. He wore a tuxedo and a black panama hat and was currently talking about building a bunker? I don't know. I guess I wasn't paying attention. Whenever he starts talking about the Great War I just kind of doze off. I mean the commies bombing America? No way! It was even more ridiculous that he wanted to build a cryogenic bunker. But we were the kings of the mafia! Feared by men and women everywhere! Why couldn't we just enjoy the life of being rich?

"Oh yeah, you were talking about Halloween and… um Christmas?" I lied

"No, I was talking about the bunker I'm building." He blurted out.

I nearly choked on my bourbon "You're actually building it!" I yelled

He opened his mouth to protest but he closed it.

"This is our money! You can't just waste on something so foolish as a nuclear strike!"

"No, Johnny! This threat is real. We might as well be ready for it." He protested

"Well did you at least tell the others?"

"Well…"

"That's it I'm leaving"

Then I stormed off. Furious that my mafia had been turned into vault-tec. I mean a nuclear strike what a stupid idea! I had never been more wrong in my life.