Chapter 4

After Blair got dressed she and Waylon got to the bar where Enrico and Deacon were. The Sheriff and a few deputies were there with gun pointed at the front of the bar. "Alright boys, if they aren't out in the next 15 minutes, open fire." the Sheriff order. "Sheriff what the hell is going on?" Waylon asked. "Seems your friends are holding up that bar there." the Sheriff explained. "Why would they do that?" Blair asked. "Don't know, we sent in that doctor friend of your's to negotiate. But, he hasn't come out." the Sheriff answered.

Earlier...

Enrico and Deacon were still back to back. The rest of the armed goons aiming down at them. "Ready?" Enrico asked Deacon. "Fuck yeah." Deacon muttered. Enrico pulled out his pistol and shot one the goons in the head and rest opened fire. Enrico cloaked, Deacon pulled out his machine gun and fired at the men on his side. Jennifer, the waitress, and the bartender were all hiding behind the bar. "Ah, my bar!" the bartender shouted hearing the sounds of smashing glass, breaking of tables, and splintering of wood. "It's alright Mr. Bartender. I'm sure your bar won't get destroyed too much." Jennifer said reassuringly. "Grenade!" a man shouted followed by an explosion. The bartender then fainted.

Deacon was having trouble killing his side of the room, then he remembered. Deacon stood up from behind the table he was hiding behind. Then a large metal spike shield appeared from thin air. Deacon held the shield in his arm and moved forward while firing for behind his shield. He got close to one of the men and smacked him with the shield. Deacon mowed down the second and third with his machine gun, before finishing the fourth by slamming him into the wall with his shield.

Once the final men was finished Deacon's shield disappeared and both Jennifer and the waitress emerged from behind the bar. "Everyone alright?" Enrico asked. "I think so, although George is going to be pissed when he walks up." the waitress said. "What about you big guy?" Enrico asked Deacon. "I'm fine." he said. Although Enrico noticed a small trail of blood coming his shoulder where he was stab earlier. "Bullshit you're bleeding." Enrico said. "Ah ain't got time to bleed." Deacon said.

The sound of a shotgun getting cocked rang out in the empty bar. Deacon and Enrico turned to the sound and it was a shotgun being held by the bartender. "You two better get out before I call the Sheriff!" the bartender shouted shakily holding his shotgun. "Fuck you little man." Deacon said flipping him off. "That's it!" the bartender said inching towards the door to his office. "Should we go back under the bar?" Jennifer asked. "It would be best." Enrico said.

A minute later the Sheriff showed up with four of his deputies. "Alright Vault Hunters, drop your weapons and come out with much fuss." the Sheriff said. "Look this is all a big misunderstanding, let's just..." But Enrico was cut off by one of the deputies narrowly missing his head. "Whoops, sorry sir." the deputy said cocking his rifle. "God damnit, son. Wait until you see that bastard's head before you fire." the Sheriff said.

Cutter was finished buying his supplies when he noticed the commotion at the bar. "Come on Vault Hunters, we'll only shoot you a little bit." the Sheriff said over his megaphone. "What's going on?" Cutter asked. "Some of your friends are hold up in the bar there. I think they're holding the owner and his staff hostage." the Sheriff explained. "Maybe I can talk to them." Cutter said. "Go ahead." the Sheriff said. "Alright scum, we're sending in the doctor. Don't do anything stupid." the Sheriff said over his megaphone.

Cutter went inside the remains of the bar, dead bodies laid about the place like an untidy morgue. "So what happened?" Cutter asked Enrico. "Ask him." he answer motivated to Deacon. "Come on dude, just say it was self-defense and we can get out of here." Enrico said. "They think ah started it and shoot at me!" Deacon shouted. "Well you kinda did. And does it matter, you're already bleeding." Enrico pointed out. "He's wounded?" Cutter asked. "Yeah but he's being a baby about getting treated." Enrico said.

Cutter walked over to Deacon and looked at his shoulder. "Oh, that's not so bad." Cutter said. "See ah told ya." Deacon said. "The Sheriff said you had hostages?" Cutter said. "Well the bartender probably locked himself in his office. Jen and the waitress are behind the counter. Cutter walked over to the bar and peaked under it. "Hi Mr. Cutter." Jennifer said, who despite her situation seemed unfazed by everything. "Can I go home?" the waitress asked.

Now...

"So, just because he hasn't been out for five fucking minutes. You'll shoot them." Blair said. "That's our plan." the Sheriff said. "Let us go in, we'll settle this whole thing." Waylon said. "Okay, but we'll shoot if you're not if five minutes." the Sheriff said. Blair and Waylon entered the bar, Deacon was still looting the bodies and Cutter and Enrico were talking in hushed whispered. "Where's the girl?" Waylon asked. "Over here Mr. Waylon." Jennifer said waving an arm from behind the counter. "Where's the 'hostage'?" Waylon asked. "Over here as well." Jennifer said waving her arm again. "Alright ma'am, get your shit and go home." Waylon ordered. "Okay." the waitress said coming out from the counter. "Alright the waitress is coming out don't shoot you crazy bastards!" Waylon shouted to outside.

As soon as the waitress was out Waylon turned back to the rest of the group. "Alright, who started it?" Waylon asked. Enrico pointed to Deacon who was finished looting the bodies. Waylon walked over to Deacon. "Are you sorry?" Waylon asked. "What?" Deacon asked. "Are. You. Sorry?" Waylon asked again. "For what?" Deacon asked. "Fuck this." Waylon strong armed Deacon and pushed him outside. "I'm tired of this bull shit." Waylon said. "All's well that ends well right?" Cutter asked. "I hope so." Enrico said, both of them heading out behind Waylon. "Ms. Blair, what about the bartender?" Jennifer asked pointing to his door. Blair looked over to the office door, the sounds of sobbing and a slight hint of urine came from it. "Beats me kiddo." Blair said leaving as well. Jennifer shrugged her shoulder and left too.

The Sheriff's deputies took Deacon into custody. "I would say we're sorry for him, but we're probably not." Waylon said. "We'll just hold for the next 24 hours for now." the Sheriff said. "Wait, he starts this whole thing and he just get an over night stay at the crowbar motel. But you were ready to shoot me!" Enrico stated. "That's just protocol son." the Sheriff said. "Wha...but how...I...you know, I'm just finding a hotel and staying the night. Fuck you guys." Enrico said. "Yeah, I'm getting tried as well." Cutter said.

Our heroes (save for Deacon) went to the hotel where Blair was staying. She was getting ready for bed when there was a knock at the door. 'That better not be who I think it is.' she thought. Waylon was standing on the other side of the door. 'Fuck!' "Sup baby, wanted to ask if you needed some 'company'." Waylon said. "No, now go away!" Blair demanded. "Come on, every woman needs a man in there lives." he said. "What about lesbians?" Blair asked. "I uh..." Waylon started. "Goodnight Waylon." Blair said closing the door.

Defeated Waylon walked back to room he was sharing with Jennifer. Jennifer was in bed, Skab laying a the foot of her bed. Waylon laid in his bed, and he was glad he was sleeping in a comfy bed in months. Even if he wasn't sharing it with that spitfire siren. He couldn't figure it out, but he was drawn to her. "Mr. Waylon?" Jennifer said breaking his thoughts. "What is it kiddo?" he asked. "Mr. Enrico said you could help me find my grandfather. The president of the Ashin Corporation." she said. "And why isn't he helping you?" he asked. "I didn't ask." she said. 'Rotten bastard.' he thought.

"Are you going to help?" she asked. "I don't know, we may not get to the Ashin Building." he said. "Oh..." she said in a disappointed tone. Waylon looked over and say her hugging her legs, a sad look in her eyes. "But, if we're nearby, we might be able to find him." Waylon said. "Really?" she asked with new found enthusiasm. "Sure, why not." he said. "Here that Skab? We'll get to meet grandpa!" she said excitedly to her skag.

"How did you get that think anyway?" he asked. "Oh, well. Back on the planet I lived my parents were scientist studying random birth defects in skags. Skab is what's known as a Phasic skag. They're a rare breed of skag, that have a bit of phasic energy." she explained. "Is that why he can grow bigger?" Waylon asked. "I think so, it's almost like being slagged, out less harm full." she said. "We should probably get some sleep." Waylon said. "Okay, goodnight Mr. Waylon." Jennifer said turning her light off. "You too kiddo." he said softly and turned his light off.