Fuck, it gets cold out here at night.
The woman, clad only in a pair of ripped-up shorts and a dirty tank top, rubbed her arms. She could faintly see her breath in the pitch-black night. She toyed with the knife that was holstered to her side.
Tonight's the night. Tonight's the night I get to see the bastard bleed.
She eyed her blade, ran her long fingers over the top of it, and smiled.
You're mine, baby. Your pretty boy throat is mine.
She perched herself on a hill overlooking the vast expanse of the Vegas outskirts. Here she could get a fantastic view... of everything. The stars in the sky, unobstructed by clouds. The dangerous road ahead. The next notch on her trusty blade's well-worn handle.
Spill your blood, like the piggy you are. Here pig pig pig. Soo-ee.
The next scene she saw unfolded in slow-motion: A lone traveler walking down the road.
Piggy and the familiar rag-tag crew of his creep up behind the traveler. The bag slapping her thigh as she (the woman assumed the figure was female due to its slender build) walked, gave her away as a courier. The strongest of the group grabbed a shovel and slammed it in the back of the hapless courier's head. The figure fell down unconscious.
Now you stoop to highway robbery, Benny-boy. And I thought my tribe was desperate for caps.
Hence why they were here. They were supposed to be paid in advance. They were supposed to be paid in advance to accompany Pig on a mission. After they had gotten paid, they were supposed to lead Pig to his butcher. Her. That was to be the the final act. Not... whatever the fuck was going on down below.
The men used the same shovel they beat the traveler's head in with to dig a patch in the ground. The figure lay slumped, hogtied and gagged. Piggy lit a cigarette and inhaled the smoke. It made curlicues and twists as the cigarette burned down. Pig kicked the figure with his highfalutin' fancy-lookin' shoes, footwear that looked too delicate to wear out in the unforgiving Wastes. He took one last long drag of his cigarette before he crushed the butt out with one of those shiny shoes.
"Time to cash out."
Fucking scumbag.
Piggy flapped his yap, giving a speech that even no NCR fuckwad senator could touch. He reached into his inside pocket and pulled out a small 9mm handgun.
The woman winced and held her palm to her heart-shaped eyepatch, putting pressure on the empty socket. She seethed as the pig in the obnoxious suit pulled the trigger, and fell down to her knees as she heard the blowback. Her other hand clutched her head, her fingernails digging into her scalp. The phantom pains were too intense this time.
You're gonna get yours in spades. No one messes with Memphis O'Malley.
Alrighty. This is my first fanfiction in seven (!) years. Soooo... I may be a tad bit rusty. Lemme know what you think (but don't be too-too rough).