Shattered Silver's POV
"how much can we get from this" a muffled tone speaks out from the wasteland over a bonfire.
"depends how fast you get your ass there" another speaks but not muffled and over the same crackling fire.
"Look, when shattered silver gets back you had better be ready to go. She doesn't like to wait around longer than she has too" the stallion spits out a black goo on the sand, proceeding to put on his cowl as another pony approaches.
"sup fuckers, you all ready?" I shout in the most gleeful way possible. The smile on my face was so big. I knew it was going to be a death wish but hell. it is the wasteland after all.
TWO HOURS EARLIER
"NO FUCKIN WAY" I shout, laughing my ass off. The dumbass I was playing in poker just folded and I have the best hand!
"Thanks, clicks but I'll take these winnings" I scoop my hoofs around all the caps I can and push them into my satchel.
"You beat me again silver, next time I'll just kill you" he said that with the stupidest smile. I knew he would never hurt me. We're partners after all, well we were before he started to run the wasteland. That's a story in its self.
"You do that clicks" I shout clamping my bag shut with a metal clamp. Getting up out of my seat to head to the door. Waiting for me are my best friends. The one in the cowl that's allergic to smiling is FrostedFire every pony Just calls him Fire for short. The one in the googles playing with some wires attached to a black box is Error. He forgot his name after the explosion in his home, I never knew him till he saved my ass bout a month ago.
"How much?" Fire asks me the moment he sees my hoof hit the sand outside the bar. Erro was walking over and I can tell he was wandering the same thing.
"enough to get us some food and ammo, plus the expolosives for the party" I wisper to the ponies, as we walk away in the direction of the other building were my group was staying. After getting in the room I start to separate our caps into piles, one pile for food and ammo and one more for the explosives. One pile Fire takes and scrapes it across the table in our dusty second story room to his bag. Error levitates the other one in his bag.
"Meet at the fire tonight" I tell the only two people in this world I trust with my life. The plan was for fire to get supplies and error to get the explosives. If everything goes to plan then we'll be free to just sit back and relax till we die. We all leave the room
"be careful silver" Fire tells me after slugging me in the arm.
"Shut up, I may be a girl but I will handle this fine" I chuck a people at him I found on the old floor. They both walk out the door and my job was to wait for information about the stable from my source. In the mean time I guess I'll just get a drink I think to myself. Walking down the stares I see an old carving in the building. It looked like " was here " but the name was chipped out.
I now renter the street I was just on. Looking around I see clicks walking away with his bandits in the distance. He's a good guy if you pay him, but he helped my dad so I knew him since I was a Phillie. Hearing the shouts of the barkeep my steps follow in.
" can I get some water? " I ask the barkeep while I was putting up my hood and getting out three caps.
" got three caps " he looks at the caps I just banged on the bar. Hearing the sound of glasses clanging a fresh and dirty cup of water is now in front of me. It's what you get in the waste land I guess. Before the bombs dropped my dad told me his dad used to get water straight from a spring. I take a huge gulp, and bring the glass down hearing the bars doors slam open. Looking over I see a pony but his face was all fucked up.
"SHIT, ITS A MUTANT" the barkeep shouts , the other two ponies in the bar pull out guns and aim it at the thing in the door. That's why we all four heard the scratching on the walls from outside. We all relaxed that there must be a dozen of them out there.
"Im gonna be late boys" wisper under my breath as I take out the son of a bitch in the door way with my 5 shot revolver just for two more to come running in.