"How did you know?"

The Courier swallowed nervously. She shrugged and tried to manage a smile.

"I had a feeling."

Boone lowered his head a little. He peered over his tinted sunglasses, eyes like stone.

"You better have some proof, or you're going in the same grave as her."

The Courier nodded quickly, fumbling through the inside pocket of her leather armor. Boone obviously wasn't in the mood for games. The way he partially raised his scoped rifle threateningly screamed that more than anything. Finally, she produced the slightly aged slip of paper, folded neatly. Boone instant snatched it from her thin fingers, eager to read it. The Courier was glad to give it up. The things stated on that singular piece of fucking paper marked probably one of the worst things you can do to a person besides killing them.

Boones gray eyes scanned the paper, seemingly going faster with each line. Finally, his expression changed. His face went from a permanent fix of annoyance to full on distress. He stopped reading all together. Now he just stood, staring blankly at the words.

"..Boone?"

The sniper looked up, surprised. For a second he had forgotten the Courier was standing only inches from him. Her bright green eyes were darting nervously from Boone to the body below them. He stole himself a look and understood her nervousness. It would only be a matter of time before some nosey bastard came looking for Jeannie May Crawford, the woman whose head was now splattered in five directions over the cracked pavement. It was ironic how someone who was more than willing to sell someone to slavery would sadly be missed in this ignorant little town. Boone hoped she burned in hell as he watched blood leak from her now headless neck.

"Thanks for the help." Boone muttered half heartedly, shoving the paper back into the small woman's arms. Instantly she looked down at it as if a dead baby had just been handed to her. She watched him as he walked to the small door of the snipers nest they were in, (which was actually shaped like a giant dinosaurs mouth, how ironic such a sad scene was going on in such a place) his combat boots thumping on the weathered wood.

"W-what do you want me to do with this?" The Courier stuttered.

He looked back over his shoulder, slightly annoyed by the question. Everything annoyed him, as she would soon figure out for herself. He shrugged and pushed his sunglasses up on his sharp nose.

"What ever you damn well please."

With that he left. The Courier looked down once again at the paper and sighed, thinking over what the hell she had just done. She was somewhat remorseful for the woman's death, until she peered down and saw the crimson splatter on her boots. She smiled.

"The bitch deserved it." She mumbled, shredding the paper into thousands of pieces. She then tossed the out the dinosaurs mouth, allowing them to be swept away by the wind. She peered out and watched as Boone picked Jeannie May Crawford's limp body and threw it over his shoulder. She actually giggled slightly to herself as she watched the man calmly carry the headless corpse out into the outskirts of the town for burial. That's what the Mojave wasteland needed, some crazy guy to come and clean up bodies. She dwelled on the thought as she walked for the door.

She walked around, looking for Boone. Why she was searching for a mad soldier with an attitude problem, she didn't exactly know. He was interesting, I nice change of pace. Finally, she spotted him. He was walking back towards town, a shovel resting over one shoulder. Small smears of blood covered the front and back of his shirt, though it didn't seem to bother him. He stopped when he saw the Courier approaching him. He had fully excepted her to run for help, or just plain run.

"What will you do now?" She asked. Nothing but curiosity and concern hinted in her voice, but it only made Boone suspicious.

"Not stay here, that's for sure." He let the blood and sand caked shovel fall to the pavement, as if to prove his point "Made ill just wander, like you."

The Courier tilted her head and smiled warmly.

"You… Could come with me, if you want."

Boone scoffed lightly and crossed his arms across his wide chest. The woman before him was probably not even half his size, but he could tell she was different. She wasn't as timid as she appeared. It was an act, and a damn well good one. The former soldier shook his head.

"No, I don't think that will work out. If anything, you'll regret it."

She laughed and crossed her arms over her own chest. The softness had left, her true personality was starting to work its way out.

"How will I know ill regret it if I haven't tried it yet?"

She was stubborn, definitely stubborn. Boone swallowed. She was going to be a problem.

"Believe me, im not a people person."

"Oh come on. Every sniper needs a spotter, don't they?"

She made two thumbs up and pointed at herself, a smug smile on her lips. Boone yet again looked over his sunglasses at her and raised an eyebrow.

"For the record, im against the legion."

"Fuck the legion."

This… Might work out.