Rafael growled harshly and swung the butt of his rifle around, socking the raider straight in the face. The raiders nose crunched and splurted blood. He was recoiling, screaming insults through pain when Rafael quickly leveled his gun to the mans face and shot him pointblank. That... was not how it should have gone. Everything was suppose to be a quick get-in-get-out, but then something interrupted his shot. The bullet missed by a mere inch, but that kept the target alive. Raiders that were around, heard, and one even found where Rafael was held up. Not that he lasted long, but it was just enough time for others to rush and corner him. Rafael panted and leaned on a building. His knife was disarmed from him pretty early into the fight, giving him no choice but to fight with his heavy sniper rifle. Damn it, he was just as good as MacCready, if not better with a gun! He growled and forced himself up from the wall. He quickly grabbed his knife from where a raider had wrestled from him and tossed it. A new scratch adorned the rusted blade, but he didn't currently care. The target was gone, meaning his time was wasted and unless he somehow found where the target went, he wasn't getting paid. Rafael darted into the shadows and carefully dodged behind buildings till he was just a few blocks from Goodneighbor. Getting to his destination, he snarled at the gatekeeper to open the door and ignored the woman's quip reply.
He slammed his bag down onto the bench near Daisy's Discounts and pulled out the knife. The scratch went deeper than he thought and might break the moment it hit bone. Dread curled in his stomach, but Rafael forced himself to ignore it. First the shot, now this... He pushed his feelings to the side and put on a blank face. Bad luck was bullshit, hard work got you everything one needed. Getting up, the knife was soon placed onto the Daisy's Discounts counter.
"How much."
The ghoulette raised her eyebrow. "Well honey, with that attitude? 17 caps."
He frowned slightly. "Raise."
"Charming. Then how about, hmm, 17 caps? No raise. That's the best your going to get from me."
He ground his teeth. "Fine." Rafael quickly palmed the caps and left. A quiet breeze drifted, carrying scents of leaves, dirt, and a slight tinge of metal. Not unsurprising seeing how this was the wasteland, everything was dirty. But this, this smelled almost fresh and cool. Underground maybe. Rafael continues past, taking note of the man hiding behind shades leaning casually.
Rafael allowed himself a moment for complete relaxation as he plopped onto the old motel bed. He sighed deeply into the heavily and mysteriously stained bed, muffling his tired voice. A minuet passed. He got up and stretched while yawning. After securing the room and getting dressed into the next days clothes incase of an emergency, Rafael sat against the wall. He clutched the rifle, ignoring the bed that was a few tantalizing feet away, and reminded himself to get/ find a backup weapon soon.