Chapter 2
The soldier jumped down from the back of train and landed in one of Odin's vast deserts. Following was the Siren, the suited guy, the old man and the little girl, and the Nomad with a rucksack. "Oh, so you want to come too?" he asked the others. "No, I'm just going to make sure you don't screw us out of the reward." the Siren said. "Last time I checked you can't split ten thousand dollars six ways, unless someone is willing to split their two thousand in half." he said. "Why don't you?" the Siren suggested. "Why don't you?" the soldier retorted. "I'm fine with sharing my half with someone." the little girl said. "See, the kid's alright with sharing." the soldier said. "Whatever." the Siren grumbled. "Hey we're fellow Vault Hunters, so we're going to have to play nice." the soldier said.
"What makes you think I'm a Vault Hunter?" the Siren asked. "Well why else would a Siren come to a planet with a Vault on it?" he asked. "Here, let's get introduction out of the way. I'm Waylon and you are?" he asked. "Blair." the Siren replied. "How about you ghost man?" Waylon asked the suited man. "Enrico." he replied. "Ooh, Enrico, that's fun to say." Waylon commented, then he turned to the other three. "And what is your name sweetie?" he asked the little girl. "Jennifer and this is Skab." she said shyly holding up her skag. "Alvin Cutter, Dr. Alvin Cutter." the old man said. "Cutter? Couldn't find a just as ironic last name? Like Graves, or Hollow, or even Tombs?" Waylon asked.
"No, it's my name. It's what I was born with, it's what I'll die with." Cutter said. "Fair enough, so how about you big boy?" Waylon asked the Nomad. "Deacon." he grumbled. "Cool, now that we're all familiar with each other let's go collect a bounty. Now, how do we get there?" Waylon asked. "I think we should follow the rail, after all it was going to New Port." Enrico said. "Ah, how far could it be?" Waylon asked.
5 minutes later...
"Are we there yet?" Waylon complained. "We've been walking for 5 minutes, we aren't even one forth the way there." Cutter said. "But it's hot and boring, we were better off on the train." he said. "Why didn't you stay on the train?" Blair asked. "I didn't think that whole plan through." he said. "Why did you get into Vault Hunting?" Enrico asked. "Seemed like a good idea, what with me getting kicked out of the Extradition Force." Waylon answered. "Extradition Force?" Blair asked. "The Jakobs Extradition Force, or J.E.F. for short, we basically go from one planet to another making sure it's cleared out for all the big wigs up at headquarters. We also do protection for some the lumber mills as well." Waylon explained. "How did you get kicked out?" Enrico asked. "It's a long story." Waylon said.
"How about you Alejandro? How'd you get into the Vault business?" Waylon asked. "It's Enrico. And I guess it's because I have nothing better to do." he answered. "How about you beautiful?" Waylon asked Blair. "Sirens have some connection to the Vaults, so here I am." she said. "How about you Doc?" Waylon asked Cutter. "I wanted something to challenge myself." Cutter said. "And you sweetheart?" Waylon asked Jennifer. "I'm...looking for someone." she said. "I don't think I need to ask the big guy why he's here." Waylon said.
'Why is he following us?' Blair whispered to Waylon. 'Because he likes loot.' Waylon whispered back. 'Okay, but why is he following us? What's stopping him from killing us and taking our stuff?' she asked. 'Like the cut of his jib.' he answered. 'It looks like he's going to cut jibs.' she said. "So you seeing anyone sexual sugar tits?" he asked her. "First, don't call me sugar tits. Second, you get out of my face before I shoot you in yours." she threatened. Waylon pulled back walking next Enrico. "Why are you persistent?" he asked Waylon. "Because the more she pushes me away, the more I want her." Waylon answered. "Boy, don't I feel lucky." Blair muttered.
Waylon moved back to Jennifer and her skag. "Some pet you got there." he said. "Huh, oh, I guess." she muttered. "You said you were looking for someone, who is it?" he asked. "Do you know the President of the Ashin Corporation?" she asked. "Not really, but they do make medical supplies." he said. "Oh okay." she said. "Where's your gun?" he asked. "Gun?" she asked. "Don't tell me you're going around without a weapon." he said. "I don't like guns, they're loud and they hurt people." she explained. "Well you're going to get hurt if you don't have a weapon on you." he said. Waylon looked around and remembered Deacon had a bunch of guns on him.
"Hey big man, how's about you give a gun to the little girl!" he called to him. "Fuck you, she ain't gettin' anythin' from me!" Deacon shouted flipping him the bird. Cutter dug through his bag and pulled out a Teidore pistol. "Here she can use this, I was going to sell it once we got to New Port. But I suppose she could use it." he said handing the pistol of to Waylon. "Thanks Doc, at least someone cares!" Waylon shouted over to Deacon, who flipped him off again. "Now, you want to grip it here, and don't worry about reloading it. Just press that button on the side if it runs out of ammo and throw it. The explosion should finish off anything you were shooting at. And in order to shoot it just pull the trigger here." Waylon explained showing her how the gun worked. "Oh, like this?" she asked accidentally firing off a round near Waylon's head. "Jesus!" he shouted.
"Oh, I'm so Mr. Waylon! I didn't mean it!" Jennifer cried. "T-t-that's okay, you just...be more careful where you point that." he said. "I'm really sorry..." she said beginning to cry. "Hey, hey, hey. Don't cry, accidents happen. I can't tell you how many times I accidentally discharged my firearms." Waylon said. "Why am I surprised by that?" Blair mumbled.
Another 5 minutes later...
"God! It's hot as balls out here!" Waylon complained. "It's not that hot." Enrico said. "Being someone who can shoot fire out her hands the military dropout is right." Blair said wiping her brow. "How come you're not hot?" Waylon asked Enrico. "My suit is climate controlled. AC kicks in when it's hot and heat when it's cold." Enrico explained. "Well ain't that good for you." Waylon said sarcastically. "Mr. Cutter, it's hot. How long until we get to the city?" Jennifer asked. "Not long my dear." Cutter said reassuringly.
Just then, a few sirens and some bright white robots fly along the tracks. "Damn it, repair drones! If we stayed on the train we wouldn't have to walk all the way to the damn city!" Blair shouted. "No sense in bitchin' about it now. Let's keep going until we reach the city." Waylon said. "I think we have about a mile or so." Enrico said. "Good, I'm getting sweaty and I need a shower." Blair said then looking at Waylon. "What?" he asked. "I'm making sure you don't say anything dirty." she said.
A mile or so later...
Our quote unquote heroes finally arrived at New Port. It was a large city where you can get just about anything you wanted. In fact, you can buy nachos, a bottle a rakk ale, and a shotgun all within walking distance of each other. Before our 'heroes' could enjoy the sights they had a bounty to take care of. They for the Sheriff's office and Waylon walked up to the Sheriff's desk. "Hello my good sir. We were on the train that was attacked by bandits and we're here to collect on the bounty for one of them." Waylon said.
"Which was it Slit Writs or Slit Throat?" the Sheriff asked looking up from a magazine he was reading. "Um...Writs?" Waylon answered. The Sheriff looked over at the six and then back to his magazine. "Where's the body?" he asked. "Um...the what?" Waylon asked. "Writs' body, I've got to have confirmation that he's dead before I can turn over your pay." the Sheriff explained. "Um...well, you see..." Waylon stammered.
Then Deacon slammed the bundle he was carrying on the Sheriff's desk. "Here's your body." Deacon said. "Where's the head? You know what, I don't even want to know. A DNA should prove if it's Writs or not. But I heard reports that Writs' gang was on the train you all were on." the Sheriff said getting up. He walked over to a safe and pulled out a stack of money from it. He laid the money on the desk and Deacon grabbed. Deacon rifled through the stack and pulled two of the ten thousand dollars.
Deacon shoved the rest at Waylon and walked out the door. "Right, anyway we'll be going now." Waylon said. "Before you go, I should let you know that the mayor has a job for anyone crazy enough to take it." the Sheriff said. "Look we can sort that out later, right now I need a cold shower and a colder drink." Blair said. "Whatever, just don't cause any problems." the Sheriff said returning to his magazine.
