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The gunslingers of the Mojave and the capital wasteland

Chapter 1

"This is a hell lot different than D.C." Hunter said turning from the "New" Vegas strip to his ghoul companion "huh Charon?"

Charon turned his head from the window of the building they were camping for the night. "Yes, it is and we're twenty miles away and still see the strip." Charon answered, "It still exists after 200 years and still has power."

Hunter then had a face of surprise, "They still have power? How?"

Charon let out a little chuckle "They tame deathclaws and they run around a wheel."

Hunter took his new rifle and hit Charon's leg with it's stock. The rifle was called a cowboy repeater or at least the man in the last town called it. The man, named Cliff Briscoe also sold them ammo ranging from 5.56 mm to the ammo for his rifle called .357 magnum.

"Ow! What the hell was that for?" Charon yelled while rubbing his now sore leg, "I was only kidding around!"

Hunter shrugged "you know I hate Deathclaws, now tell me damn it!" Asking the last part while yelling

"There's a dam on the Colorado called Hoover dam that's a power plant." Charon answered "The NCR took it from that legion around the time you came out for the Vault." Charon shifted his weight in his crouching position. "Who ever holds the dam holds the wastes here. Controlling anything with water now is-

CRACK!

Hunter jumped up. "What the fuck was that!" he shouted then a voice yelled out.

"Who are you?" It was a woman she stepped out into the light from the campfire in front of the building she was about 5'9" with fiery red hair with black starting about eye level to her shoulder. She had a set of combat armor that was sand colored with a red beret on her head. In her hands were sliver revolvers with ivory grips