It was a dark night… Boone was with his young son, Jimmy Broone… This was their first adventure… They were looking for crisp dollar bills. Boone's number one choice was an old factory. It was a major building in the area… that means lots of crisp dollar bucks lying around for Boone to touch and check out. Arriving at the entrance of the building, Boone and his young son saw the door was chained up good.

"Well… Son… I guess we'll have to find another way in…" said Boone to Jimmy Broone, his son.

"ok" said Jimmy Broone to Boone, his father and also mentor.

"ok also" said Boone.

Boone slammed his beret against the chains on the door. The chains made a rusty, snapping sound but still held strong. He banged his beret again, this time mildly yelling. The chain exploded into clouds of shrapnel, almost killing both the adventurers, but the door was open. It was dark inside… easily more dark than outside. The moon was bright so Boone had to put his hand over his eyes… This made it easier to see because it wasn't as bright… but it was dark in the factory… Boone brought down his hand and, well… it was a little better to see.

Boone looked at his Jimmy Broone, his son. "Go in and make sure it's safe ok."

He kind of pushed Jimmy Broone on the shoulder but almost missed, so this time he punched Jimmy Broone onto the Shoulder very hard. Boone physically and emotionally abused his son but actually it was fine… Boone was in the army. The son moved forward a few paces into the darkness.

"Actually wow, it's dark in here Father and also Mentor Boone…"

Boone had a disgusting look on his face, "I already knew that… actually I noticed it was dark before you did…"

In front of the two adventurers was a set of stairs leading up to a second level. The stairs looked very nice even though they were 200 years old, since this building is… old. This gave Boone hope that he'd find the mother of all wasteland treasure… some big bucks dollar.

At the top of the staircase was a small office, with a desk opposite them.

"Check it Father and also Mentor Boone, it's-" Boone shoved Jimmy Broone out of way and slid over the top of the desk.

"Help me get this open, Jimmy Broone."

His son crouched beside him trying to picklock the desk drawers open.

Boone looked down at him, "Basically hurry up or else…"

Only a few seconds had passed when the both of them heard a rattling outside.

Boone whipped out his sniper rifle… "I'll check it out… maybe it's a homeless person… then I will end their life."

Jimmy Broone watched as Boone snuck up to the office's window. It had a clear view of a area outside, but there were four sides to the building.

"I don't see anyone… maybe they're already in the building…"

Jimmy Broone could feel the lock getting weak…

"Jimmy Broone, go downstairs and check it out… if there's a homeless person downstairs or even just a generally impoverished wastelander, we need to end their life... no mercy."

Jimmy Broone didn't look at his Father and Mentor Boone, "Give me a second, I'm almo-"

Boone moved his sunglasses down so they were still above his nose but his eyes were visible…

"Woah woah woah… I don't think so… I am a Military man ok… I was in the 1st Recon… I'll shoot you ok."

Jimmy Broone sighed… "ok Father and Mentor Boone… hold the bobbypin in place so I-"

Boone did a sweet jog across the room and grabbed Jimmy Broone by the arm, "ok go ok… I got it ok go…"

He did a 1st Recon maneuver and pushed his son down the stairs. Boone heard a loud slam on the concrete floor downstairs…

"Phew don't worry, I am ok…"

Four seconds later, he heard what sounded like a roof collapse…

"Phew again I am ok again."

Boone went over to the desk and did a extremely masculine kick on the bobby pin, causing it to fall out of the lock. He had a frustrated face on his head.

"My son is incompetent…"

He called for his son… "Jimmy Broone come on."

He pulled a piece of cloth from his back pocket and huffed on the scope of his weapon… then gave it a very thorough cleaning for multiple minutes. It was then that he heard it. The distinct sound of boots on metal that boots make when they step on metal. The stairs were made of metal. In that instant, Boone knew what was going down… Jimmy Broone had found the invader and paid him to go play tricks on his father… but Boone had seen this a thousand times while in the service, Boone was in the military… 1st Recon. He was ready for it this time.

"Alright…" Boone whispered.

He got up against the wall behind him and waited… the sound was getting closer… closer…

"this is it… I gotta protect myself and my treasure also…"

The moment he saw the intruder step into the office, Boone leaped up onto the desk and did an impressive spinning motion while yelling the f-word. He made a clean shot right into the homeless person's face. Blood covered Boone's sunglasses and his beret… and his Shirt. Blood was onto his sunglasses. He brought them down off his face. It was only then that he realized his son still hadn't come up yet… He looked at the body… completely unrecognizable because of the intensely impressive shot he had just made… but his Son didn't see it happen… Boone didn't have any way to record this on video… Boone remembered… This is the future where there is no cameras… they were destroyed because of the Nukes. Boone felt light-headed - his knees gave out from under him. He fell backwards onto the desk, nauseous, feeling like he was going to lose consciousness…

"Such a fine shot… now I will lose some authority over my Son Jimmy Broone because he didn't watch me destroy this man…"

Boone tried to put himself back together… "I can still tell him about it… in graphic detail…"

He pushed himself off the desk and regained his balance, then left the office. He didn't bother stepping over the body, he just stepped on it violently. The factory floor was empty. He heard nobody…

"My son Jimmy Broone… where are you…?"

In this moment again, Boone began to grasp the reality of his situation… he ripped his beret (of the 1st Recon variety) from his head and threw it on the floor. The floor was damp with runoff water, which he wasn't expecting, so he picked it back up quickly. Too many things were going through his head to think clearly, like he usually does… but he knew one thing…

"Well my son was kidnapped by the Homeless Army."

Boone held no grudges against homeless people before this… but now that they had kidnapped his son…

"The Homeless Army is going to wish it didn't mess with me…" Boone said this out loud.