I do not own or will ever own anything by Bethesda Softworks or by Obsidian and Fallout New Vegas. This is just about a regular soldiers journey through New Vegas and the NCR.
The spelling and grammar are poor at best, I know this, believe me I know. So if you can still read this then I thank you, if you can't... well stop reading
Chapter One
Having A Home
"I have a bad feeling about this,"replied Carlos (Red) Ortiz who held open the window on the 4th floor of the orphanage.
Tristan chuckled a bit. "Then why are coming with me?"
"Because that's what friends are for. And besides, you need someone like me telling you not to do things. It gives us balance,"he said putting a small piece of wood in the frames jam, keeping it open.
Tristan reached inside his trunk and pulled out the tied bed sheet rope he and Carlos had made over a period of 2 months. Throwing it out the window he watched the white cloth fall gently to the ground. Putting one leg out the window he was about to descend the rope and into the night, when someone called out to him.
"Sometimes I wonder how we are related,"replied Tristan's sister Samantha Walker coming into view from her bunk bead on the far end of the sleeping quarters.
It had been 5 years since both Tristan and Britney had escaped the Great Khans slave party. They were picked up by a group of passing Followers of Apocalypse, who help nurse them back to health, before dropping them off at the closest town... Junktown. Junktown was technically a part of Shady Sands also known as Northern California Republic despite the fact it was 10 miles to the south of the capital. Leaving them at the Wright Military Orphanage. The orphanage only took children of NCR military who were killed in action and had no one who would or could take them. After what had happen to them, Tristan and Britney didn't want to be separated. So to avoid them sending Britney else were, they lied about her parents, giving her a new name before saying she was his half sister.
"Indeed sis, the lord works in mysterious way's. Do you want to come with us?" He asked with a excited look in his dark blue eyes.
Right before Sam could answer him, another teenage girl with black hair wrapped in pig tails came forward rubbing her eyes. "What's going on?"
"Nothing Susan. Just my brother and his friend Red up to no good... once again,"she added sighing heavily while rolling her eyes.
"Suit your self then. Come on Carlos,"he said swinging his other leg outside the window and climbing down the bed sheet rope.
Sam watched as Red quickly disappeared down the rope before guiding Susan back to there own bunk bed. Both Susan and Carlos came to the military orphanage 2 years after Tristan and Sam. With few children ever finding homes or parents to take them, growing up here usually meant you stayed here until your an adult at 16.
"So what is the plan?" Asked the 12 year old Hispanic boy who landed gently on the ground.
Tristan looked to the left and then right before feeling around the corner of the building. In front of them was a metal fence that rose 8 feet around the entire area, including the small field of crops behind the orphanage.
"To see what is really going on at the Brahmin Baron Casino," he said walking crouched under the first floor broken windows.
Rounding the corner they moved silently before heading for the front entrance when the noticed the gate guard Left-side, walking out of the orphanage's front door. Putting his hand out Tristan pushed his friend against the metal wall. Holding up his finger to silence them, they both slowly leaned around the corner.
"Finally,"replied 8 ball a middle aged African American guard who was monitor the front gates,"I had to chase off at least 3 drunk gamblers, already."
Left-side laughed a bit before taking the safety of his variant rifle."Well let's hope things have quieted down a bit, now that morning is only 2 hours away."
8 ball picked up his log book and Caravan shot gun while giving his fellow a guard a brief pat on the back and heading towards the front doors. Watching 8 ball go inside the building they waited another 2 minutes, letting Left-side settle himself into the guard station.
"What are we waiting for?" Whispered Red who was getting a bit anxious from all the standing around they were doing.
Tristan shook his head. "We have to let him get set in. Right now he is on high alert, but 5 in minutes his focus will be lacking."
Red gave him a look of uneasiness before leaning back against the metal wall again. Tristan slowly leaned his head back around watching young Asian guard pick up a nearby pre-war book and start reading.
"Okay, now's our chance,"he added getting ready to move forward when suddenly he felt something grab him by the collar and slamming him into the ground.
"What the hell Carlos?" He asked turning around to see Anna Smith a teacher in the orphanage have Red by his ear, while reaching down to grab Tristan by his ear as well.
Without saying a word the middle aged white woman began to pull them around the back side of the building, making sure to take the long way before dropping both of them on back porch.
"Stay here or... else,"she threaten them before disappearing inside.
Tristan and Red both knew they had been caught. Leaving now would only make things worse for them, so Anna didn't even need to leave anyone around to watch them. Remaining silent they waited for Anna to return.
"Uh-oh,"said Red as Tristan looked up to see Headmaster (Colonel) Henry Jones appearing in the middle of the doorway.
Henry Jones was a retired NCR Colonel who had served with the army for 30 years. It was not known exactly why the headmaster Jones left the army and came to the small town of Junktown and started an orphanage. One rumor was that his entire family had been murdered by raiders and he was driven to make a difference. While another rumor was he ordered the massacre of another town and was trying to make amends for his sins. Whatever his reasons were, none of that matter to orphans, teachers, assistants, or guards. To them he was a hard, kind, demanding, but fair man who wanted to give the orphans a fighting chance.
"Walker, Ortiz...fallow me,"he said walking past them and heading into there crop field that lay behind the building.
Quickly fallowing the older man through the crops of maize, Broc Flower, honey mesquite, jalapeno peppers, and prickly pear fruit, they finally stopped near the back of there field. Headmaster Jones held up his hand ordering them to stop fallowing him as he disappeared inside the small barn they had which held all there farming equipment. Shortly later he had a shovel, and rake on each of his broad shoulders.
"So...would either of you two would like to explain to me why you were sneaking around and breaking curfew?"
Tristan knew lying would only make things worse. "We were trying to see if we can find any proof that One Eye Johnson was selling illegal chems, and other actives by Mayor Scarlet Anderson."
"Is that right Carlos?"
"Yes, sir."
Headmaster Jones sighed heavily before placing the shovel in Tristan's hands and the rake in Red's hands. "While I can appreciate the thought of what you were trying, you fail to see the danger. Johnson and his Horseshoe gang members might kill you, if they catch you spying of them. Trust me, One eye and his gang will get what they deserve in the end. Now for your punishment... I want you Red to rake all the weeds around the maize and prickly pear fruit. As for you Tristan, we need several jalapeno peppers and maize replanted on the third line. You both have 4 hours to get this done, wash up, change and be in your first class by 8:15. Do I make myself clear."
"Yes sir!" They both shouted quickly taking there tools in hand and heading towards there work assignment.
4 hours later both Tristan and Red had finished there work assignments at 8:00. Giving them 15 minutes to bath themselves and put on a fresh military orphanage clothes (which looked similar to the armies, with the only difference being no armor and the top was a navy blue instead of brown.) The classes were split into two groups. During the day they were educated in math, English, science, and basic levels of reading and writing. The afternoon was filled with training. Shooting, hand to hand combat, weapon repair, and basic survival needs for dealing with the post apocalyptic world. While the evening was broken down to jobs each child was assigned too. Some would work the fields, while others would clean the laundry from most of the town. Or deliver the towns mail and packages as couriers between 7 and 8 everyday.
"I don't care if you are tired Red,"replied Mark Jones the orphanage's job organize and adopted son of the headmaster,"you broke the rules. So you have to pay the consequences."
Susan shook head before grabbing her sack of mail."And you wonder why no one else can put up with you."
Tristan laughed hard. "Sorry buddy... but you are a bit whinny at times."
Red gave both of them a sheepish look before turning to look at Sam who was adjusting her bag's straps. "What? Repeating what everybody else has said, doesn't make it sound better. Although, it's still funny,"she added with a small grin across her face.
"Alright settle down you four,"said Mark stepping out from behind his desk,"I want Susan and Red to take southern routes. Doc Morbids Hospital, Brahmin Baron Casino and living sections 52 to 112. Walker siblings, I want to take the northern routes. NCR barracks, Darkwaters General store, Crash House Hotel, and living sections 01 to 51."
"Yes sir!" They had said heading for the exit, when suddenly Mark took a few steps and appeared in front of them blocking the exit.
"Weapon check,"he said giving them a serious look.
Tristan reached down and pulled out his well kept 9mm pistol and loaded the a fresh 13 round clip into the gun. Samantha pulled out her sharp combat knife she hand on her belt, while reaching under her pants leg pulling out small .22 pistol she carried. Both Carlos and Susan pulled out there 10mm pistols showing there weapons to him before hosteling them as well.
"Remember the mail has to go to the right person. If we screw this up, then we might lose the routes. If we lose the routes then we lose money. If we lose money then we have to cut back on how many orphanages we take in,"he added still staring at all them with a hard look in his eyes.
Tristan smiled and walked up to the young man. "Don't worry Mr. Jones. When have we ever let you down."
Heading outside Tristan and Samantha said goodbye to there friends before heading in the opposite direction. Starting with the living sections they each took a side of the street delivering the mail making sure to watch each others back before the other would drop off the mail. 10 minutes later they were down with the living section and took 2nd street heading towards Crash House Hotel.
Pushing aside the pre-war turn doors, they entered the giant hallway of the hotel. Standing at least 50 feet tall it was the biggest building in Junktown. Having 4 floors or rooms, along with 10 full time staff the hotel was run by the town's mayor Scarlet Anderson, (who was the great great granddaughter of the town's founder).
"Halt, state your business here?" Asked 3L2 a combat Mr. Gutsy who was standing behind the counter of the front office.
"3L2, don't you know what time it is?" Asked Sam giving the robot an annoyed look on her face.
"7:16."
"And what time does the mail come between?"
"Last reports from Wright Military Orphanage show mail should be delivered between 7 and 8 local time,"it said spinning around a bit before focusing back on them again.
3L2 sighed heavily."Fine, I will get Mayor Anderson."
"No need three,"replied Mayor Anderson appearing down from the side stair well,"so... what did you bring me today?"
Tristan smiled up at the middle aged woman and reached inside his pack pulling out a dozen or so letters addressed to guests inside the hotel. Returning the smile she quickly took the letters from him.
"Alex, make sure these get to where they belong,"she ordered to one of her staff.
Samantha put down her own bag and pulled out a small box."Not sure what is is Mayor Anderson. But it came from all the way from the Boneyard."
Scarlet shook the small box around a bit putting the box near her ear. "Oh well, thanks for the timely deliver."
After signing a piece of paper saying she had received the package, they turned about to leave when Scarlet beckoned them to come back.
"Is there a problem Miss Anderson?" Asked Tristan after giving his sister a confused look.
Anderson leaned in close so that only they could hear what she would tell them. "Keep your eyes open. Tensions with Johnson and his Horseshoe gang are at all time high. If you find out anything about there actives, please tell me right away."
Giving her a small nod they both quickly exited the hotel. Going farther down 2nd street they quickly darted north onto main street heading towards Darkwaters General store.
"Hey bro, do you think headmaster Jones knows about our secret?" She asked making sure that no one was paying them attention.
Tristan turned to look his sister right in eye before putting his gaze back on a group of dogs that were barking at them from across the street. "Honestly... I think he has an idea we might not actually be blood related. But after what we have been through to get here, not to mention everything we have contribute to the orphanage, he might not care."
Sam smiled and hugged Tristan's right arm a bit. "Thank you, for everything. I would be dead or worse if it wasn't for you."
"We're family. And family looks out for each other,"he added by putting his arm around her shoulder as they walked into the general store.
The store it's self was owned by the Crimson Caravan company, but only in name. In fact it was run by Diamond Stone, a former prostitute from the hub, who managed to turn her life around and move up into the world, eventually finding herself running a store. Along with her was her two daughters Sarah 20 and Trisha Stone 14..
"Well, if isn't our little mail brother and sister couriers,"said Diamond who was putting a few nuka cola's inside a small refrigerator near the right side of the store.
"How are you doing on this fine evening Miss Stone,"replied Tristan reaching inside his bag and pulling out a small box and giving it to her.
Reaching inside her pocket she pulled out some reading glasses and took a look at the address. Looking around he spotted Sam examining a few pre-war books she had on medicine when Trisha and Sarah both made there appearance from the back room. Sarah was tall with medium long brown hair and brown eyes playfully nudged her younger sister in the ribs with her elbow getting her attention.
"What!" She snapped before noticing Tristan near the register.
At this Trisha immediately dropped the crate of silver ware, and plates she was carrying while a small blush came over her face. Laughing Sarah calmly walked past her giving their mother a piece of paper from there inventory checklist. Trisha was average height with brown hair, bright green eyes, and had looks like her mother did when she was young.
"I hope nothing is broken,"he said bending down to help pick up some of the forks, knives, and spoons which now lay all over the place.
"It's... okay, I was just too clumsy."
"Yeah, ever notice this only happens when Tristan is in our store,"replied Diamond who was grinning ear to ear at her daughter's efforts.
"Mom!" Trisha called out blushing even more as she said didn't even noticed that she was putting the broken plates in with the silverware.
Leaning in close he put his hand on top of hers pretending to reaching for the same spoon. "Don't worry. I still think your cute."
Trisha's eyes went wide for a minute before she slowly looked up and into his blue eyes. "Awe are you guys going to kiss,"teased Samantha who suddenly appeared from behind the next aisle smiling down at them.
Pulling away sharply they both tried to compose themselves, despite the fact both of there faces were bright red. Giving her one more look, Trisha quickly darted behind the counter.
"Well now that is over. I believe I have something of yours,"said Diamond pulling out a small device and placing it on the counter.
Walking over and picking up the weapon mod his eyes went wide. "Is that my 9mm pistol laser sight?"
"Yep,"she added smiling back down at him,"it came in yesterday with the NCR caravan from San Francisco."
It took him 1 year in a half to save up the 150 NCR dollars it took to pay for it.
"Thank you very much,"he said grabbing the mod and quickly putting it inside his pocket.
"Come on lover boy, we've got one more stop to hit,"added Sam with one foot already out the door.
Waving goodbye Tristan finally rejoined his sister outside."Race you there,"was all he said before taking off leaving Samantha shaking her head before she started sprinting after him.
Barely a minute later they both arrived at the Junktown's only entrance. Next to the guard station was a recently built two story house which was turned into the Barracks for the soldiers assigned to guard the town. Captain Brain Hawkins was the commander office for NCR. With him was 20 soldiers, 5 military police, and one supply officer Megan "one arm" Jefferson.
"Whoa, what's the rush there?" Asked 1st sergeant Miller who was leaning up against the wall while smoking a cigarette.
"Mail call,"replied Sam handing him a bunch of letters addressed to all the soldiers who were stationed there.
Sergeant Miller chuckled a bit before taking the letters from her. "Thanks guys. These letters help remain us of our family and friends back home."
Right before 1st sergeant Miller was about to leave, Tristan stepped in front of him. "Is Captain Hawkins busy?"
Taking the last drag from his cigarette and putting it out in the nearby ash trail, he smiled down at him. "Private Ashwood,"he said bringing a young woman forward.
"Yes, Sir!" She said giving him a salute.
"At ease soldier. Ask Captain Hawkins if he has time for a visitor?"
Giving him a nod she quickly disappeared up the stairs and around the corner. "Samantha Walker, how are you doing?" Asked NCR doctor Amy blue.
"Good, I have read chapter 12 on tissues, and skin samples,"she said with an excited tone as Amy led her inside the mess hall where they could sit down and talk.
A minute later Private Ashwood returned. "The captain will speak to you Mr. Walker."
Walking past both Miller and Ashwood Tristan went up the stairs. Going down the narrow wooden hallway he knocked on the last office door.
"Come in."
Inside was the 24 year old Captain Brain Hawkins. He had been with the army since he was 16 and survived 2 tours in the war against the Brotherhood before getting pulled off the front line only 2 years ago.
"So what can I do for you?" He asked taking off his green beret and running a hand through his goatee.
Without saying a word he pulled out the 9mm pistol laser sight and placed it on the desk. "Remember you promised you would help me put it together."
Captain Hawkins chuckled a bit. "Indeed I did my young friend. Come on let's see your 9mm pistol."
They spent the next 15 minutes taking apart the pistol and perfectly installing the laser sight into the pistol. Hawkins had Tristan do all the leg work, while he would add pointers or give him guidance when ever he had a question.
"There, it should be all done sir,"he said handing him the weapon.
Hawkins examined the weapon before pointing it at the nearby wall. The laser sight showed a bright red light on the wall. Moving the gun back and forth he made sure the sights were lined up so the gun's accuracy was accurate.
"Good work Tristan,"he added handing him the weapon back,"I can see you have a knack for this."
"Thanks Captain. This pistol has a special meaning to me. It saved me and my sister's life more times than I can think," Tristan said giving the weapon a hard look before holstering it.
Nodding at him the captain took a seat and pulled out a bottle of vodka. Taking two shot glasses from his side table he began to fill them up.
"Don't tell Colonel Jones about this, or else he will have my balls in a jar," Hawkins stated giving him the second glass.
Downing the liquor he felt his throat burn as the liquid made it's way to his stomach. "Strong stuff,"he added rubbing his eyes when they began to water a little.
"So... have you given any thought of what you want to do when your turn 16?"
Tristan ran a hand through his short brown hair. "Yes. I want to join the military after my sister turns 16. Both my parents fought and died for there country. But it's more than that. I feel that my place is fighting and defending the people of NCR, like a calling."
"I completely understand. My father was a Major in the army as well. I always felt like I had to try and live up to his image when he was killed near Navarro when I was 14. Whenever you do join, make sure you look me up"he said standing up signaling to him that there time was over.
Standing up Tristan saluted him. "Thanks for you time Brian."
Leaving the captain's office he head back down and looked up at the nearby clock. It read 7:45 which meant they had to be back home soon. Letting Sam say goodbye to Doctor Blue they both exited the barrack building.
"Come on, lets see if Red and Susan are done."
Arriving in the center of the town they did not spot there fellow couriers outside the orphanage. Checking with Left-side to see if they had not checked back in, both Tristan and Sam exchanged worried looks before heading into the southern part of Junktown.
"You don't think anything bad happen to them?" Asked Samantha as they both began to jog down 5th street.
Tristan gave his sister a serious look. "No... but one can never be too sure."
Turning left on 6th street he suddenly stopped making Sam crash into him from behind sending both of them sprawling to the ground.
"Ouch, that hurt,"he added rubbing his kneecap which was bleeding from him scrapping it against the dirt road.
"Damn Tris,"said Sam holding her head," why fuck did you stop so suddenly?"
Pointing over to the right side of the street was both Carlos and Susan who were bent over and laughing as hard as they both could. Standing up he could see a few Junktown citizens laughing as well, while a few elders simply shook there heads and closed there doors once again.
"Now that had to funniest thing I have seen in months,"replied Susan who still had a huge grin across her face as they both approached them from other side of the street.
Tristan laughed himself as Red helped him back up to his feet. "Yeah, yeah, yeah..." he added giving his sister a hand up.
"Help!" Shouted a woman from the alley that was directly behind them.
Looking behind them they briefly saw a woman who was being dragged off by at least 2 men and one woman. The man who had her from behind put his hand over her mouth muffling her screams, while the woman rammed the knob of her baseball bat into her gut. Dropping her to knees the third man reached out with his .357 magnum and pistol wiped her across the face. Bending down the two men picked up the barely conscious woman and dissappearing around the bend.
Taking out his 9mm pistol Tristan looked behind him."I am going."
"I was waiting for you to say that,"replied Sam pulling out her own .22 pistol with both Susan and Red readying there 10mm pistols.
Crouching down all four of them made there way down the dark ally way. Carefully leaning around the corner they saw a gang member throwing a tied up kid who looked to be only 5 being inside the man hole which led inside the small sewer system that was dug before the town went up.
"Take the woman and kid with them to One Arm's place. After that boss wants us to take the new plates over to him to inspect,"replied Star a lieutenant of the Horseshoe gang from the Brahmin Baron Casino.
"What about the merchant?" Asked a man before tossing the woman inside the sewer as well.
Star laughed. "Kill him."
Holding up his hand Tristan waved Susan and Red forward. Walking quietly as they could, they reached the manhole. At this both Tristan and Sam hurried forward and together lifted the heavy manhole cover off. Looking down they could see the sewer tunnel its self was only 5 feet high and 4 feet long.
Lowering himself inside Tristan brought his hand up to his nose attempting to pinch it shut from the horrible spell of sewage water that was flowing under the metal catwalk that covered the entire tunnels.
"So... what's the plan?" Asked Carlos once everyone else was inside the tunnel.
Tristan raced his pistol forward and pointed it's laser sight forward along the tunnel. "Find out what where they took that woman and kid. It's obvious they have been using the sewer tunnels to ship and sell there drugs. But kidnapping, that's something much more serious."
"Well let's hope there is another exit,"replied Sam leaning her head up at the manhole entrance they had just used,"cause we won't be able to get back up through this one."
Going forward they fallowed the winding sewer tunnel. Over head they could hear conversations of a few locals as they pasted by several other man hole entrances. About a minute later they began to smell something other than raw sewage for a chance.
"Smells like burning rubber,"whispered Susan who was on Tristan's right.
Walking crouched down they could see a horse gang member drop to his knees and began to crawl forward into a secret tunnel. Looking around to make sure they had not been fallowed Tristan moved forward and stopped right in front of the tunnel. Looking down he could see it was dug with small shovels as it was only wide enough for one person to crawl though at once.
Sam quickly joined her brother on the tunnel's left side, while both Red and Susan raced around towards the front end. Suddenly they could see pieces of the ground beginning to shift from tunnel telling them someone coming down. Backing slightly away from the tunnel they waited patiently for the gang member to emerge.
"Make sure you tell the Johnson, we ready to move tonight,"said another gang member from inside the building as the person stuck his head out from the entrance.
Standing up the man started brushing himself when everyone emerged at the same time pointing there guns at him.
"What the fuck?"
"Don't move asshole,"stated Tristan walking in front of him with his gun still pointed directly into the man's chest.
The man put his hands up. "Go ahead and do your worst...wait a minute? Kids. You're just a bunch of nosy kids from that orphanage."
Slowly he began to lower his hands to his sawed off shotgun on his waist. "I said don't move!"
The gang member simply laughed."Yeah, well fucking stop then."
Swinging his leg forward Tristan kicked the man in the balls. The man immediately dropped to his knees in pain as Sam chopped the man in the neck of the neck, knocking him out instantly sending his face crashing into the metal catwalk.
Each of them grabbed a limb and carried the unconscious man away from the secret tunnel's entrance. Taking his sawed off shot gun and switch blade off him, they began to search him for anything else. Finding a some jet, psycho, and med x on the man, and more importantly 2 printing plates along with a piece of paper.
"These are NCR money plates,"replied Susan holding them up into the small out of light that was making it's way in from outside.
"So they can make a very good counterfeit of 5 and 20 NCR paper money with them?" Asked Carlos who was examining them as well.
Tristan shook his head and gave the note to his sister. "That's exactly what they are. This note explains the new shipment of plates and supplies that arrived yesterday. More importantly it's sign by Supply officer Megan "one arm" Johnson, who is asking for a high cut of profits."
"Brother we wasting time here,"said Sam shoving the note inside her pack while Red and Susan each put the plate inside there own courier packs.
Tristan knew the more time they wasted the high chances of the gang members killing that women and kid. Taking a deep breath he moved forward again and dropped to his own knees. Crawling into the tunnel he could see the tunnel led up at a slight angle but was short, as there was a bright light coming from the other end. Inside he could see a bunch of machines moving very fast with two conveyer belts running along each wall of the room. He spotted at least 2 more women who were chained to there chairs while they each lowered the printer onto the blank paper. Releasing the top and bottom printers out came a hot and wet bill, as it slowly went down the conveyer belt before stopping falling into a small sack at the end. Tristan could see a set of stairs in the center of the room with one two side chambers where clouds of black smoke was rising from.
Turning around he gave a nod to his sister telling her he was making his move now. Crawling the rest of the way through the small tunnel he slowly stood up. Neither slave even bothered to look there way as Sam, Red, and Susan all came out from the tunnel. Having there guns in both hands and down near their waist they quietly made their way forward. It was only when Tristan was right beside the woman did she finally notice them.
Right before she could shout, he put his hand up to her mouth to silence her. "Where's the key?" He asked quietly removing his hand from her mouth.
The woman at first looked too scared to talk before blinking her eyes a few times."Over there,"she added pointing her head towards a pair of keys hanging on the wall right before the stairs.
Tristan pointed to Red to go and get them while Susan and Sam quietly checked the right side room. Giving him the set of keys, Tristan reached down and unlocked the chains that was keeping the woman to the chair. Tossing the keys to the Red he did the same to other woman.
"We are going to get you out of here"whispered Carlos to the still frighten woman.
Crouching down they moved forward. They could hear sounds of laughter and shouting coming from the right side room, telling them that was were the rest of the horse gang members had gone. Getting down one knee they waited for Sam and Susan to return. Just when he was starting to get anxious, both Sam and Susan made there appearance again, but with them they the woman and kid who had been kidnapped earlier.
"Let's get the fuck out here,"whispered Sam pointing her head up the flight of stairs.
Slowly heading up the stairs they could see a landing and door at end of the last step. Nearing the last step the door suddenly was kicked open.
"Who told you stop fucking working damn it!" Shouted Star wielding a 9mm pistol in her right hand.
The stunned look Star had her face was the last thing she ever saw, when suddenly 4 different gun shot went off, hitting her in the right eye, throat, and twice in the chest. Star's body violently was flung backwards through the door's opening.
"Run!" Shouted Tristan urging everyone to charge through the open door, before more gang members would try and converge on them.
Racing over the dead woman's body and into the living of small apartment. Looking to his right Tristan spotted movement coming towards them from the second floor and kitchen.
"Red, Sam, fire up towards the second! Susan on the right side with me!" Shouted Tristan with all four of them stopping and firing randomly in that direction, giving the 4 kidnapped people there chance to escape out the front door.
Tristan reloaded his 9mm pistol. "Susan, Red, go!"
Firing one more round each they both bolted for the front door. Suddenly three more gang members emerged from the basement. Grabbing Sam by the back of her blue military uniform he pulled her down as the bullets hit the nearby chair she was standing in front of.
Bending down on knee he aimed his laser sight at the nearby old fire extinguisher. The small explosion caused the three gang members to hit with the searing pressure, sending them to the ground.
Taking the small time of cease fire, Tristan reached down and helped Sam back up."Let's get out of here!"
Sprinting through the door, they both jumped off the small ledge and landed on the hard dirt road that was 6 feet down from them. Without even thinking they all started running north away from the house numbered 98 and the Brahmin Casino.
"We are going?" Asked Sam sprinting at full speed.
"Mayor Scarlet hotel. She would love to get her hands on the information we have,"added Red with a sense of urgency in his voice.
2 minutes later all 8 of them burst into the hotel, knocking a few residents over as they raced towards the front desk. Alex and Jake Knobs a brother and sister due who worked inside the hotel was manning the front desk.
"Whoa, slow down there. Where is the fire?" Asked Alex with a confused look on her face.
Sam reached the desk first. "Listen we have no time to explain. We need to see Mayor Anderson right now."
Jake shook his head."I am sorry Miss Walker, but the mayor is a meeting with Captain Hawkins and can not be disturbed."
"Listen Damn it! We just rescued these people from a horse gang hide out, while at the same time collect evidence that proves they are not only making illegal chems but also printing NCR money!" Shouted Tristan slamming his fist against the wooden desk.
At this both knobs siblings gave each other a shocked look before turning back to them. "Fallow us. 3L2 watch the front desk!"
Running up two flight of stairs and going down the wide hallway, they busted into the conference room making both Captain Hawkins and Mayor Anderson jump.
"What the hell! I thought I told you we were not to be interrupted"replied a angry looking Mayor Anderson.
Brian waved his hand to stop her talking. "This can't wait. Tristan go ahead."
Stepping forward he put the two printing plates, illegal drums and note all on the table.
"Look I am going to be short. We were on our way finishing up our routes when we saw this woman and this boy being kidnapped by the horse gang members. Wanting to help we fallowed them through the sewer system before finding a secret built tunnel leading to a house numbered 98. Inside we found these two women chained to two printing presses which were making money with old NCR plates. Being discovered we had to fight out way out and make it back here,"he finished explaining to them.
Both Brian and Scarlet exchanged stunned looks before examining plates and paper more closely. After each of them read the paper, Hawkins stood up.
"If everything you said is true, that means our Supply officer Megan Jefferson is a traitor,"he said with a pissed off look in his eyes.
Scarlet stood up and turned her head towards them. "More importantly this gives us the evidence we need to finally get ride of those assholes out of our town. Not only have you solved Junktowns problem you also stopped a fresh wave of fake currency from being put into market, potential weakening the dollar even more than it is right now."
At that Captain Hawkins got up and ran out the door. Going up the stairs they suddenly heard the town's alarm go off, alerting everyone to seek cover while the NCR army took care of the danger. Coming down from the radio he used to signal the barracks on alert, Hawkins gave Tristan a small nod before descending down the stairs.
"What happens now?" Asked Sam looking up at the Mayor.
"Well that's easy Sam. Captain Hawkins and his squad will secure the hide out, before arresting the horse gang inside the casino. If they resit arrest they will taken out,"she added giving her a small squeeze on the shoulder.
Tristan himself was leaning back in one of the comfortable chairs the mayor had in the conference with his eyes closed.
"So... not bad for a one day."
Sam laughed a bit. "Indeed brother. Hey, I will handle Headmaster Jones. Get some sleep, okay."
Tristan nodded his head slightly."Sounds good to me."
A/N: This is my second fallout story, the first one was called Dragon Knights so hopefully if you liked that you will like this one. I will try to get new chapters out every 2 weeks or earlier. If you want to review or offer help I am always willing to listen. I can take criticism too, I promise.