She tries to get rid of the smile on her face as MacCready leads the way, this was serious business! She was about to face a murder… but she was the new Silver Shroud! She was so filled with childish joy that she didn't even notice the mocking comments from the Goodneighbor residence.

They turn a corner into a long alleyway, near the end was a man down on one knee, search through something. With each step closer the excitement she had turns to fear, the realization that she would be taking another life slowly dawning on her, more blood on her hands. But he's a killer right? She tries to reason with herself. Does killing the killer really make it right? She shakes the thoughts from her head, as they stop in front of the man, Wayne.

"What's with the fancy duds? Looks expensive. Might be I've found a new 'friend'." He says as he stands, looking her over a few times. She stands tall, staring him down, she wasn't scared, she was strong and capable! She was the Silver Shroud! "Your crimes have gone unpunished for too long!" She can heard MacCready facepalm behind her, and whispers. "You know what… that wasn't half bad."

The look of attraction Wayne was giving before disappears, instead he looks confused and worried. "What the hell's wrong with you? Well, nothing a few bullets won't cure." He says boredly, retrieving his gun from his holder. Her body acts before her mind does, bringing her hand down to strike his hand, knocking the gun from it and skittering across the damaged pathment.

They stare at each other in shock, neither seeing it coming. It take a moment but they both remember what's happening and his fist is pulling back. She drops to ground in time and sweeps her leg around, making it connect with his knee, tripping and sending him forward. She gets a grip on the Silver Shroud submachine gun, pointing it to him, MacCready doing the same.

Wayne stands slowly looking between us. "It's over, man. Give up." MacCready warns, Wayne glares at him, breathing with heavy anger. In a flash, he grabs at MacCready's rifle, ripping it from his hand, her finger pushes down on the trigger, bullet after bullet ripping into his chest.

She finally releases the trigger, Wayne's motionless body lays there, a growing puddle underneath him. "Whoa." Is all she can muster, MacCready only nods in agreement. He steps forward and leans down, grabbing his rifle, then holding his hand up to her. "Calling card." She blinks in confusion for a moment before her mind caughts up. "Oh, right." With shaky hands she reaches into the coat pocket, taking out one of the black cards, The Silver Shroud, hand written on it. She places it in his hand, and he puts the card in the dead man's hand.

He stands back up, moving beside her. Both looking at their handy work. "Well, Kent should find out soon enough." She says quietly. They exit the alley, walking over to the bench underneath the spot John Hancock gives his speeches, flicking to the Silver Shroud radio. It tunes in to the middle of the act, the Shrouds deep voice monaloging.

A few minutes later Kent speaks again, cutting off the show. "Friend of the show, Jerry, is here." "Is this thing on?" Come a grungy voice sounding bored, especially next to Kent's excited one. "Hello? Hello!" "It's on." Kent says matter-o-factly, making Jerry scoff. A knock sounds on the door from his room. "We're recording in here!" Kent yells angrily, but they only knock again harder, he sighs. "Aw, man." The radio turns to static, she and MacCready give puzzling looks to each other.

They sit for a few minutes listening to the static, when Kent's voice finally comes back, cracked and broken at first then coming in smooth. "Great. Great! Silver Shrouds disbached justice already. Mrs. Selmy has been avenged."He pronounces proudly. "So the Shroud offed Wayne. Wait so this guy is actually for real?" Jerry says surprised. "Oh ho, you better believe it!" Kent say proudly. "So, Jerry. Go on, tell the listener 'bout what we're talking about." "Right… So, Aj, you know, the chem dealer by Bobbie's. He's doing good for himself. Says he's got a whole new market, kids. Even with his garbage chems, he's just racking in the caps."

"You hear that!" Kent yells astonished. "Sounds like the Silver Shroud has another bad guy to deal with" "Ahhh, why?" Jerry asks with confusion. "This Shroud guy, he's gonna muscle in on the chem trades now?" Kent pauses for a second then says. "No. he's gonna do something about it. Aj's selling to kids! His chems have k-killed people. "And? I don't get it." Jerry asks, sounding bored again. "I can't let Aj kill kids."

"Guess we know who the next target it." MacCready say with dry sarcasm. "Bobbie's that way." He points towards another alley way in the direction of the exit. "Ready to go, Shroud?" He asks, looking down at her. She sucks in a deep breath and nods, standing with him and going in alley and around the tight corner.

Three men stand in the relatively tight space, two in filthy dress up shirts, and machine gun, their eyes glare into her. The third man wore disgusting looking, patched up pants and jacket, a news boy hat a size too small for his large head. She clears her throat and the gross man looks up at her. "Hey, look at the clown." Aj says, his voice sounding like his nose was clogged. "This is my tuff, clown. And i don't appreciate what-you-call-em - trespassers."

She take in a deep breath puffing out her chest, gun hanging loosely infront of her, summoning the spirit of the Shroud. "Peddling poison too kids, are we? Today you face the Silver Shroud." Complete confusion come over Aj. "Uh, who-you-say?" Then realization dawns him and spouts an exasperated sigh. "Oh, for Christ's sakes, did Kent put you up to this? He keeps moaning about the poor little kids. What the hell, right?" Aj throws his hands up in the air, and pushes himself off the wall, getting in close with her, hooking his thumb under her chin and lifting it so they look eye to eye.

"Tell you what." He says softly, his foul smelling breath blowing into his face. She tries to subdue the urge to vomit on his shoes, instead she leans farther away from him, but his thumb never moves. "I'll pay you 50 caps to shut up about it. And maybe get Kent off my back, all right?" Her eyes narrow, and slaps away his hand, shoving her small, thin finger in his face. "Stop selling to children, miscreant. Or face my wrath." MacCready chuckle behind them, placing a hand on her shoulder, pulling her backwards so she stands beside him instead, an instant wave of unexplainable comfort waves through her. "If my boss says your out of business, then I'm taking you down."

Their eyes drift to each others with mischievous grins. "Screw you." He spits out, she wasn't sure if it was directed more at MacCready or herself, she didn't much care either way. "Waste the freak." He whines to his lackys, grabbing a poorly looking pipe pistol. MacCready pulls her back around the corner just as a wave of bullets burn into the wall. When the firing calms, she pops out, firing back, sweeping down the narrow way.

She releases the trigger, all the men lay on the ground, dead or dying. She pulls three calling cards from her pocket, placing one in each of their hands, then returning to the bench. Yet again she clicks on the radio. "Galaxy News!" "The Silver Shrouds bringing justice to Goodneighbor. You bad guys better look out… and now a special update, the villainous assassin Kendra was recently spotted at The Third Rail. the same Kendra who bombed little Joe's shake and killed four innocent drifters. If you want to see the Silver Shroud in action, stay near Whitechapel Charlie. The Shroud is sure to interrogate 'em to find the evil doers whereabouts" "Galaxy News!"

Their eyes drift over to the opening of The Third Rail, as the drifters of Goodneighbors eyes drift to them. She shrugs at him and they stand, heading through the door. Ham gives them a stink eye which MacCready returns, Sole apologizes, promising not to make a mess. Ham grins waving a dismissive hand, watching her go.

They reach the bottom of the steps and all eyes instantly find them, she waves shyly, with a goofy smile. "I'm just going to sit over there." MacCready whispers in her ear, and wonders over to an empty table near the bar. She takes slow steps towards the counter, Charlie's robotic eyes narrowing at her."You look like one of them wankers from the posters. Whatcha wearing that for?"

She smiles, and holds her arms out, presenting herself. "You look upon… the Silver Shroud. I seek the miscreant named Kendra." She says in the voice proundly. The robot mumbles something, and set down the now clean glass, and picks up a dirty one. "The Shroud, then? More like a nutter." He scoffs. "Kendra is not one to be trifled with. People associated with her have a habit of being found face down in a ditch. If you're set on meeting her, for a fee it can be arranged."

"It is not wise to stand between the Silver Shroud and righteous justice." She calls loudly, straightening her back and lifting a finger. Charlie chuckles, make her dumb grin grow. "Justice?" He questions. "You mean to end her?" He stops washing, thinking his options through. "In that case, her flat's just south of Goodneighbor. Water Street Apartments. Look out for the blighters she's got with her. Nasty piece of business that. Good luck."

She tips her hat at him in thanks, he lifts a clawed hand and waves bye. She flicks her finger at MacCready telling him to follow, he sighs downing the rest of his drink. "Found what you need?" He asks, finally catching up to her on the steps. "Water Street Apartments." "Sounds nice." She chuckles pushing him with her shoulder, a grin spreading across his face. "Shut up." He sticks his tongue out and makes a farting sound, she smiles out at him, and clicks on Diamond city radio again. What if Nate could see her now.