I truly haven't figured out a proper title for this story. I am however open to suggestions. Be forewarned some parts of this story will be stupid and out of place. That is all now on to the story. (The intro will also probably seem crummy)-
Drake
Chapter 1-The Contract.
He ran through his greasy hair. He sighed, 'Well lets get this done.' He started walking towards the town with his sniper thrown over his shoulder. He looked towards the sign on his left, the words written bringing back an accumulation of good and bad memories. He laughed wryly at his own thoughts. That's what this town is, a mixture of good and bad.
His laughter was becoming horse. He stopped and coughed. He moved his hand over his side looking for his trusty flask. He smiled, 'There you are you tricky bastard. Almost thought I lost you.' He grabbed the metal flask that never got hot. He rubbed his thumb over the details . He popped the top off and put the top to his lips. He felt the cool liquid flow down his throat.
He walked towards the town of Nipton. Already he was hearing shouts and gun fire from the saloon. He was 6'5 with greasy sun-dried hair from traveling the wastes. He had bags under his eyes from restless nights, long legs, lanky arms, and a tight six-pack from years of work. "Well if it isn't our local assassin? Thought you forgot about us!" said one of the locals his voice taunting and cocky.
Drake grinned slightly," How could I forget about you? You supply me with some contracts and caps, and in exchange I make sure you don't die."
"Damn you know me so well." said the old man chuckling slightly. "Well anyway lets get down to business."
Finally the old mans face became clear from the shadows of the saloon. Wrinkles and worry lines showing as clear as the multiple scars that lined his face. Gray hair greasy and sun-dried. His clothes were those of a prewar business man. His eyes were black.
"Well if it isn't my dear friend Marcus! I thought you died with Jake when the legion raided Crimson Cove." he said as if he wished he died with them. Marcus looked Drake up and down eyeing the red-eyed assassin closely."Well anyway. The contract. A man wants caesar dead. No big surprise, man makes enemies everywhere. Unlike other contracts this man is paying big money for this kill. One million caps!"
Drake smiled slightly,"You know this is probably a trap from people who want US dead!" he sighed running his hands through his hair. 'Is it really worth it? I knew the risks when I entered this business'. He finally looked up from the ground,"Marcus if this is a trap, you're dead."
Marcus laughed,"I've been a dead man since Crimson Cove. Come on we have to discuss the plan." Drake nodded slightly. Then they entered the hide out...
Autors note: Second chaoter will be much longer! Just wanted to end this as quickly as possible. Please review! Just don't flame to hard!