DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN FALLOUT 3, OR ANY CHARACTERS OR PLACES OR WHATNOT IN IT. ALSO, BETHSEDA ROCKS.
Anyway, this chapter is going to be the one with the first hint of combat. Notice how I said hint. Methinks you are going to enjoy this one.
The boy from Vault 101 felt himself coming out of la la land. He opened his eyes, his vision partially obscured by his blond hair. He groaned. Dad was sure to wake him up soon…
Dad. Dad… Dad!
He jolted awake, remembering the situation he was in. His father had left the Vault, he left the Vault, and he had just diffused a NUKE. He was starting to look at the time when he was interrupted by a certain robotic butler saying, "It is 5:48 A.M., Master Thomas!"
He replied, "Thanks Wadsworth. Can I have some more water?"
"Certainly sir!"
After Thomas gulped it down, a question popped into his mind. "Say, where do you get this water Wadsworth?" The butler replied, "I have condensation collectors that… well, I am assuming you know what they do."
"How about you explain it anyway. I need something to put me back to sleep." As the robot started to explain he cut him off, saying, "It was a joke Wadsworth.".
After he got out of bed, he walked over to the balcony. Jeez, living in this home would take some getting used to…
He walked down the creaky steps and went out the door, saying good bye to Wadsworth as he went. He was completely unaware of the reception waiting to greet him outside...
As he turned his head, a gruff voice greeted him harshly, saying, "Turn around slowly, hands up. You really thought you could just go around doing the things you do? Huh punk? Our employer don;t like punks!"
As Thomas did what he was instructed, he saw 5 grizzled men wearing painted Combat Armor, with some sort of symbol on the chestplate. It looked like someone had wrote it with chalk.
"Look fellas, you have the wrong guy…", Thomas said, hopeing he was right. He had been in the Wasteland a DAY, and someone was already pointing a gun at him.
"Oh, so I guess some OTHER Vault asshole with blond hair diffused the bomb!" How was he ever going to survive to find Dad...
Thomas was about to say something when he caught the eye of a passerby. Well, literally, the eye. The other one had an eye-patch. The man nodded.
"Hey fellas. What are you doin' to that kid?"
As the mercenaries turned around, the man whipped out his revolver and killed them on the rudimentary catwalk, with the kid they were about to kill stareing in awe. The 5 gunshots rang out throught the town.
Thomas thanked his savior. He replied, "No problem. You saved our town. We have t look out for each other, you dig? By the way, the name's Billy Creel. Yours?"
"T-thomas…", he stammered.
"Nice to meet you kid. So, do you think you could've taken them on by yourself if they hadn't caught you unawares?"
"With a BB gun and a half broken pistol? Ha! I don't think so." His heart was racing again.
"Well, I'm gunna let you take their stuff. They don't need it anymore, but you sure do."
Thomas was mortified. "Isn't that a crime against nature or something?"
"It's the way of the Wastes kid. Besides, their armor could fetch a nice profit at Moria's. Their weapons and ammo however, you should keep. Keep the ones you don't use at your house."
"Really? Thanks! I guess…"
"No problem. See ya around kid. Also, if you see Maggie running around, tell her and Harden Simms not to get into trouble."
"Maggie?"
"Oh, my daughter. I saved her 2 years ago from raiders. I decided to bring her to Megaton, saw that THEY were being attacked by Raiders, helped to fend them off, and earned a house of one of the people who died."
"Wow.", said Thomas in awe.
"Well, see ya later kid!", said Billy as he walked away.
Thomas started right away on the task of taking their weapons. One had some sort of Lazer Rifle with 40 or so cells, another sporting a military grade knife and a Mohawk, another carrying a .44 caliber revolver with 5 bullets, and the last two carrying R91 Assault Rifles, the standard issue firearm for the U.S. Military and National Guard at the time of the Great War. He found a total of 4 clips for it. He went back inside, put everything besides the two R91s in the locker near the door (which he decided would be the Weapon Locker) then went outside, removed their armor, and put all but one in the locker across the room; his new Armor locker. The other Combat Armor he would sell to that Moria person Billy mentioned.
He asked Wadsworth for another bottle of water, and left his house to sell the armor and find his father.
Phew! That took… 3 or so hours to make! Billy Creel will be mentioned in later chapters. He is one of the best people in Megaton. He has a Magnum! The first person to have it! Also, he saved a kids life! Two kids lives now. Anyway, review and favorite.
