The only light illuminating the Old State House came from the decrepit oil lamps, candles, and the faint moonlight shinning in through the boarded windows. It casted deep shadows across the pale woman's face, the dance of the candles twinkling in her blue-grey eyes. Her black formal hat was tipped low and her dark ringlets of hair obscured the apprehension on her face. She watched the ghoul in the red frock with uneasiness who stared back at her stoically. She had screwed up. Big time.
She wondered how she had gotten roped into that mess with Bobbi and how Hancock would react to it. While Jet had peacefully ended the situation and Bobbi walked, she could only ponder at what his reaction would be to his strongroom being defiled.
A chill had run down her spine when Fahrenheit told Jet to speak to him personally about the mess, even though there was a reassuring glint in the bodyguard's eyes. Jet had been fiercely loyal to Goodneighbor, becoming one of its denizens and many chem peddlers.
That's how she earned her new name.
The mayor eyed her nervous stance, calmly striking a match on his boot and lighting a cigarette. He extended the pack out to her and she took one, watching him as he took a drag in silence. Exhaling, smoke swirled around his scarred face, illuminated by the orange glow, and he leaned against the wall as Jet addressed him.
"Well, if it ain't Bobbi's little patsy," he dug his hand into his pocket, and pulled out a bag of caps and tossed it to her.
"Here, for protecting my stash."
Her eyes widened in disbelief as he continued, "Wise decision, turning on Bobbi like that." His voice was smooth and low, dark eyes showing respect for Jet.
"I'm sorry. For everything." Stammering that out, she looked down at the dirty floor in shamed at being conned.
"Hey, this is Goodneighbor. No hard feelings."
"So…we're okay?" Jet looked up at him anxiously, awaiting some type of repercussion.
"We are." She saw a smirk painted on his damaged face as he took a long drag and then continued.
"Lemme tell ya. This classy little tricorner hat of mine is getting heavy. Am I turning into the man? Some kind of tyrant? I spend all my time putting down the people I would've been proud to scheme with just a few years ago."
He turned to gaze out of the window in thought, "I need to take a walk again. Get a grip on what really matters. Living free." His face faltered and he looked at her imploringly, almost waiting for her to ask what they were both thinking.
Jet's eyes were twinkling as she practically spat out the words in excitement, "You know, if you're heading out…why not come with me?"
"Yeah. I like it. You might just be the right kind of trouble. Let me just have a little chat with my community, first. Give them the news."
Jet was elated as she watched him turn away. She never knew that this turn of events would end with her traveling with the infamous mayor of Goodneighbor, but she was happy that they did.
Touching the scars that graced her face and relaxing her stance, she let out a sigh and thought about how all of this happened and what was to come.
