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Jason stepped back in shock, a small shock, but a shock nevertheless. "Jack, what are you doing!" He yelled at the guard, who he remembered clearer than any other memory, how could he forget Jack?

"J-Justice. The colonel said you gave them up! A-and you said to do as he said and he said to arrest you as you came b-back into the city."

Colonel Williams, he's had it out for Jason since before Jason picked up a gun, and after that even more

"I did say that, didn't I? Oh well can you at least see it that my new slave here," He gestured towards Michael who was still curled in a ball on the ground from the first shot "Gets to my house, granted Wilhelm hasn't burned it down." he said as he recalled his other personal servant, how so much could be remembered but so little make sense

"A-alright I don't think he has proof so you should be good." Jack walked over to Michel and held out a hand as Jason walked into town to get to the cornel's office he would have to go through the marketplace, where doubtless rumors of his 'arrest' would of spread by now, while most of the shopkeepers knew of Williams 'modest dislike' of Jason, some of the more aggressive shopkeepers would take this as an opportunity to ban the 'rogue' mercenary from there 'sinless city', though he doubted the petition would even make it pass the General, it would fail in the council after all he had saved a few of the members lives, surely that meant something. He walked into the market, to a bombardment of voices.

"Jason!" A thick Russian accent came from the gun seller, Mari, who Jason played Caravan with occasionally, they were very good friends, especially since they had saved each others lives many times.

"GET OF HERE YOU GOD FUCKING MERC!" A woman screamed from behind a counter as she lifted a bowl to throw but her husband stoped her.

"Good to see you too, Lisa and thanks, Kyle." The Carsons had mixed feelings about him, meaning Lisa hated his guts but Kyle liked him enough, why he'd probably never know he just knew to go to their diner at night when kyle was running it.

"Jaso My boy!" yelled a small man polishing a suit of power armor "Is very nice maybe you come by and buy it after this mess is sorted out, yes?"

"Maybe next time Gunter, I'm still trying to pay off that last armor upgrade." he yelled to the local armorer, the rest of the merchants had already closed up shop for the day, or ignored him.

When he had reached the Colonel's office it was starting to get dark, he took a deep breath and knocked on the door

"Come in." The rough voice of Colonel of the Texas Confederacy armed forces and Head of city security, Dale Williams sounded through the door, Jason proceeded to walk in

Williams turned around and smirked a smile at Jason his fake teeth showing, he said it was from a deathclaw, but most thought just bad hygiene.

"Well, well well, I always hoped for the day when you'd march into my office, disgraced."

"Well you got none of that right," Jason said taking a seat "I ain't disgraced and I walked in, I don't believe there was any marching." He returned the smirk, as the colonel's turned to a scowl

"YOU DARE DISRESPECT ME! WHEN You're SUPPOSED TO BE IN CUFFS! ONLY BY MY GRACE ARE YOU NOT CUFFED!"

Jason doubted that as the colonel had tried to cuff him many times and many times the cuffs ended up on on the colonel

"So, what am I in for, I'm assuming this isn't a nice chat cause I don't see any tea."

"FOR LURING MY SOLDIERS INTO A TRAP!" Williams slammed his fists into the desk separating them causing the sleeves of his blue uniform to roll up

"I did nothing of the sort!" Jason said back sternly

"Then why are they dead and you unscathed!"

"Cause I was knocked out early in the battle by falling down a small cliff onto a rock!"

Jason took of his helmet and showed him the blood, now dried onto his hair

"A likely story." Williams said mockingly regaining his cool and moving his hands behind his back "And why were you even at the battle? I sure didn't hire you to help" He smiled apparently thinking he led his nemesis into a trap

"Because the sergeant who led the squadron hired me to help." he pulled out the note he found earlier and luckily with it a receipt he didn't even know he had, further proving his story, thank god for dumb luck.

Williams glanced at the papers and growled "Fine, you're free to go, but know i find you within five steps of a robot traitor and I'll have you strung up on treason."

"Ok, whatever colonel" He gave a fake salute and walked out of the building almost bumping into a big man in a green uniform with the Texas Confederate embroidered on the right and a name opposite of the emblem, Tulion. As soon as Jason saw the name he recognized the man as General Anthony Tulion leader of the Confederacy's Armed Forces, Colonel Williams superior, not to mention one of Jason's oldest friends.

"General Tulion," he tipped his combat helmet "How are you?"

"Jason, I am doing well, heard Williams was on your ass again and I was coming to get on his, but I see you already handled that situation, how about I give you another job instead?" He replied in a deep voice that did not fit his lanky body shape

"Nah, not yet anyway I need to rest up a bit took a nasty bump to the head and got a new, servant to adjust."

"AH, well I hope he prospers the way you want him to, God be with you." With that, he tipped his stetson and walked into the office and while Jason would love to hear Williams being chewed out, he really did need to get to his house before Wilhelm tried to kill Michel, damn robot.

As Jason walked through the silent town, he tried to think and remember what he had forgotten, something not done easily. How in the hell did he have that flashback? Could it of been a side effect of the Blackwing's blood or just a happening of circumstance, maybe it was that one thing doctor Julio talked about, what was it called, he described it as like a natural psycho… adrenaline! That was it, maybe that gave him his flashbacks! He continued to walk passing by the Church of God, one of the only fully pre-war structures still being used in its original intent, outside was a man dressed in rags yelling about the glory of Atom, obviously this was one of the children of Atom trying to convert people to the way of Atom, which was strange considering that anyone who went to church this late, was very devout and not likely to convert. It wasn't long till he noticed his house in the distance a quaint little house most of it survived the Great War but the roof and a wall had to be mended before it was livable, not to mention the calming down the damn robot that served the previous family, and now him. He opened the door to find Michel, thankfully, not dead sitting on a chair talking another ghoul, dressed in a white doctor's coat and matching pants, this had to be Doctor Julio, one of the only free ghouls in the area, and he was only free because of his medical knowledge he learned from Pre-war colleges, something most people didn't use because they were either too proud or afraid, Jason, on the other hand, wasn't the doc had saved his life on more than more than one occasion, all under the watchful eyes of Wilhelm who was hiding in the kitchen.

"Good evening doc," Jason said putting his helmet of the hat rack next to the front door and taking a seat on his armchair, a nice lime green leather chair, while most did not see its beauty, Jason loved the old thing

"Good evening Jason, Michel here told me you were having problems with your memory, this may come as a shock but Michel here use to be one of my patients, you know from before."

"Yeah, that is kinda shocking, but back to the memory thing, is it permanent or will I be able to get my past back?"

Doctor Julio smiled and said "It's not permanent it's called retrograde amnesia caused, in your case by blunt force trauma to the head and can be cured only through time,each case is different though they all share one characteristic, the victim has no memory of his or her past and is left with knowledge and names but no events."

"Well, that's definitely what happened to me." Jason stared at his feet his hands on his knees, "so what now?"

"This is where my knowledge of the subject ends because it's different for every single patient, some receive it in dreams others through just remembering."

Jason held his face in his hands, what if one of those flashbacks happened in battle, who would protect him?

"Thank you, Dr. Julio, it's good to see you again, really, I'm glad you survived." Michel got up and ushered the ghoul doctor out of the house.

"It was good to see you too, I hope to see you at my office eventually." The Doctor grabbed his hat and was out of the house before anything else could be said

"I hate doctors." Michel stated as he sat down where the doctor had sat, across from Jason, "Don't you?"

"I find that even the most pompous and annoying people can be stood when your life is on the line." Jason said, "How about you Wilhelm?"

"I prefer a good mechanic to a doctor, then again I'm a robot," Wilhelm said, in a thick Irish accent, a strange accent for a Mr. Handy as most were British, Wilhelm claimed it was a side effect of the immense amount of radiation, but he claimed a lot of things were side effects of rads.

Michel jumped at the sound of Wilhelm's voice "HOLY SHIT!" Michel tried hoped of the couch but Wilhelm's buzzsaw arm reached an inch from his neck, keeping him seated.

"Should i dispose of this creature, sir?" he said the word creature with such distaste, that Jason thought no matter what he said, Michel might not survive, then again this was how Wilhelm usually greeted new people

"No, Wilhelm, he is our new assistant." Jason said calmly "Can you grab the dummy collar from the shelf?"

"Certainly," Wilhelm said sullenly removing his saw from Michael's neck and floating off back to the kitchen

"You have an Irish Mr. Handy, that tried to kill me." Michel said cradling his head in his hands, "Is anything in this new world NOT trying to kill?"

"Yep, anyone who doesn't try to kill you is either, religious or selling something, either way, you should probably just move on," Jason said he reached for a mug on the side table, that wasn't there.

"Wilhelm? Where is my mug?" He yelled

"I believe… right here!" Wilhelm said floating in holding a collar and, thank Atom, his mug, why the mug was important to him Jason had forgotten along with his past, most likely they were connected, the mug was of simple design, no fancy curves, just a traditional mug on it was a Pre-war dog, a pug, wearing glasses and a bowtie, it was amazing the decal had survived as long as it had.

"Thank you, Wilhelm, I'll give you the honors of putting that on our new assistant," He turned to Michel "Just sit still."

"And let you put a collar around me like I'm an animal? NOW FUCKING WAY!" Michel said swiping his hand, as he said this Wilhelm put the collar on quickly and quite to Michel's astonishment uneventfully.

"Wha- Wha- ?' Michel scratched at the collar

"It's not going to come off, it may be a dummy but it still doesn't come off that easily. It will take a key that only two people have, the President and the General."

"Dummy? Meaning?"

"Meaning it doesn't have the ability to shock you, or inject tranquilizer into your system, you dumb creature." Wilhelm answered, "So we really are going to keep him, Jack isn't going to quit his job in the armed forces?"

"He's safer there than he his with an old mercenary."

"Who's Jack?" Michel asked still scratching at the collar

"He was a young lad, that I quite liked and, Jason basically raised."

"I didn't raise him, he was already 9 when I found him. We only had him a small amount of time"

"How old is he now?"

" 22." Wilhelm said Michel looked at Jason and laughed

" Yep, you raised him, 13 years isn't a small amount of time."

"Lets not talk about this now, I'm tired, Michel you'll sleep on the couch, in the morning you can go get yourself a bed, along with a list of supplies that Wilhelm will create tonight." Jason got up and walked over to his bad, layed down and fell into an eventful sleep.