2 patrolling super mutants and a hideous centaur is all that stands between Floki, and his goal. He reaches over his combat
armor-protected back and brings forth his mutant killer, Irie. Freshly cleaned and polished, the burning sun's radiance reflects
beautifully off the high-powered scope attached to the black rifle fed with .308 rounds. He steadies his aim and holds his
breath as he fixes her crosshairs on the super mutant closest to the door leading into an abandoned house. The deafening
sound of the bullet exiting the barrel and penetrating the already disfigured skull of the monster attracts his comrade's
attention. Floki quickly, but calmly, brings back the lever dispensing the empty shell and replacing it with a fresh gift for the
next. Again, he steadies his aim, and again he takes down the other mutant who was running for cover. His efforts were in
vain, though. "If you see a sniper, don't run. You'll only die tired. –Anonymous," Floki says, as the hollow tip pierces the back
of the head and sends him over the barricade, which he was trying to get to. Noticing him, the abomination that is the
centaur starts after Floki who has, by this time, already released the pin of a green grenade. He throws it a few feet in front of
the creature, who is firing that shit from his mouth, and its torso violently gets flung backwards from the raw force of the
explosion, then collapses on the ground with no hesitation.
Floki scans the horizon of a desolate wasteland for any signs of life before moving forward to loot their bloody corpses. "You
freaks better have something useful." After carefully analyzing the bodies he retrieves 2 frag mines, fifteen .44 rounds, repair
parts and ammo for his Chinese assault rifle back home, and a bottle of irradiated water. He placed everything else in his
satchel and drank from the bottle, feeling the radiation course through his veins and the unbearable heat of the sun hammer
down on his light brown skin, when all of a sudden the familiar sounds of gunfire and explosions reaches his ear. He turns the
doorknob of the abandoned house and heads on in after a very brief thought process determines it is the more intelligent
decision. He has no ammo to waste on large fights, and whoever or whatever is off in the distance sounds like it's packing
serious heat.
Inside the ransacked house, he is greeted by the annoying sound of the so-called President's voice. A quick slash of his
machete brought silence to the place once again. "One day, Eden, you'll end up like Mr. Kennedy. At least, I think that was his
name…" Floki says as he tries to recall the name of the assassinated president from the pre-war book titled Presidents of the
USA that he had scavenged from a trade caravan that had been wiped out by an unknown force and is now sitting on his
stacked bookshelf back home. He starts searching the residence thoroughly from bottom to top not looking for anything in
particular, just anything that would be moderately useful. That's what he does; he's a survivor, no real purpose in this shithole
of a world except survive. With Irie on his back and his 44 Magnum by his side, he is fairly good at it, at least a lot more
competent than the average wastelander.
"Six stimpacks, some rad-away, a 10mm and 9mm pistol, a tool box, food, and drugs. Whoever was here before me did poor
work of the place." Floki exits the house and re-enters the wasteland, which greets him with the sun's blinding rays. After
hiking back to where he left his motorcycle and placing his newfound loot in the saddlebags, he begins the hour and a half
long journey back to Megaton.
Upon his arrival (and once again being greeted by the protectron robot standing guard outside) he walks towards Craterside
Supply to do some trading all the while being stared at with angry and terrified eyes. The townsfolk hated him, they feared
him, but they would not dare approach and remonstrate him, for they knew that he would not hesitate to put 2 holes in the
compartment where their thoughts grow. One to kill, the other to say 'Fuck You'. They've asked the town Sherriff to do
something about Floki, but he had Lucas Simms by the balls, claiming that if he killed him, then word would reach, or rather
not reach, his associates and the detonator attached to the Atom Bomb at the center of the pathetic town would go off. Of
course, this was a bullshit lie except the part about the detonator on the bomb, but Floki has such a way with words and
presents himself so well that he can influence or deceive others without their knowledge. And he loves using his abilities to
control lesser minds.
As Floki walks into Craterside Supply, the guard, with an insolent tone in his voice, greets him rather rudely. With a straight
face and calm demeanor, Floki stares him down with his dark blue eyes.
"Watch your attitude, it'll get you in trouble."
"Are you threatenin' me?"
"I'm warning you."
"Er'else what?!"
"Ask yourself, do you really wanna find out?"
The guard pulled out his handgun, his first and last mistake. With viper like reflexes Floki grabs the barrel of the gun with his
left hand and lifts it up while he draws his 44 and puts it to his heart. He unloads 2 rounds into his chest, making quick work
of the guard. Blood splatters on the back wall and on Floki's face.
"Look at what you made me do, you couldn't just shut the fuck up now could you?"
He turned to face the woman standing behind the counter.
"Sorry about that, Moira."
"Ooh it's quite alright. He did attack you first!" said the odd shop owner who appeared to be in her mid 20's and had reddish
hair with possible addiction to who knows what. He actually enjoyed this strange woman's company, and the thought of her
dead made him feel slightly uncomfortable. Not enough though.
"I have things to trade for supplies I need. Oh and did you manage to find what I requested?"
"As a matter of fact I found two!"
From underneath the counter, Moira pulled out two heavy mini-nukes.
A large, malice-filled grin came across his face.
"Thank you, this will be of great use to me."