Steve stood silently on a roof of a building looking through a pair of binoculars. He watched as an Enclave officer ordered foot soldiers to unload crates of Plasma ammo, armour, and rations while a guard stood watch in black painted x-01 power armour. In the bottom corner of his eye he could see a small group of figures donning the familiar militia hat creep around them and one of them flash a thumbs up. Steve put down his binoculars and grabbed the sniper rifle to his left, he attached a suppressor and looked through the scope. Steve chambered a round, lined up a shot and fired. The bullet pierced through an officer's skull sending him falling onto a destroyed car. The Minutemen popped out of their hiding spots and quickly dispatched of the foot soldiers. The guard turned and fired upon the Minutemen killing one as the others ran for cover. Steve chambered another round and fired at his head, the bullet ricocheting off his helmet. The guard looked around the windows for the source of the shot distracting him enough for Jason to come up behind him, wedge a grenade between his helmet and torso piece and pull the pin. He kicked the guard away dove behind a half-destroyed wall. The guard thrashed around trying to pry the grenade from his armour, the grenade exploded sending him forward a few feet obliterating the back of his armour. Steve grabbed his things and ran outside.
"Nice work, now it's up to Preston on whether to sell this gear or use it." Jason said.
"How're you gonna get this back?" Steve asked.
"I already radioed for pick up they'll stay here and secure the supplies." Jason said jabbing a thumb at the Minutemen.
"Nice stuff in these!" one of them said. "Ammo, Plasma rifles, Combat armour." he said looking through the crates.
"Those aren't for you, or they might I dunno." Jason said shrugging.
Steve slung his rifle across his back and followed Jason as he walked off.
"What do we do know?" asked Steve.
"Head back to the castle, here." said Jason handing Steve a sack of caps "Thanks for the helping hand kid, remember lemme know if you want to enlist with the Minutemen I'll put in a good word for you. But I understand if you want to settle down."
They walked through the front gate and into the courtyard of the famous Minutemen HQ. Jason went to go check if any work was available, in the meantime Steve went to the infirmary. A curtain covered the doorway signalling a patient was being treated. Steve took off his rifle leaning it on a wall as Ellie made it explicitly clear that weapons were for warzones not infirmaries and homesteads. A familiar voice spoke from behind a curtain.
"I stitched you up as best I could but you still need to be careful when you're out there I can only fix you up so many times."
"I understand, You're a saint doc." said a woman's voice.
"I'm just doing my job." said Ellie
The curtain was drawn back and Minuteman walked out bandages on her torso. She nodded as she passed him. Steve nodded back. Steve walked in, Ellie was sitting on a swivel chair wiping off her medical utensils.
"Well look who it is." she said looking up from her tray. "Need another bullet removed?"
"Funny. Where's your sidekick?" asked Steve
"Kaiffe?, think he said he was going to pick up some food or was it stimpaks? don't remember. Can't understand the kid his accent is so thick." she said.
"Jesus yeah, gotta admit though it's pretty hilarious." Steve said.
"Oi what's pretty hilarious mate?" said kaiffe walking in.
He took of his hat, his brown hair was cut into a fade with the top combed back. He put down a bag and took out a box full of Stimpaks and radaway's.
"Nothin'." steve said waving his wand
"Whatevah yuh say mate. Aye E, goh us some Stehm's and rad medicine." he said.
"Good, those'll come in handy."
"Well I'm gonna go see what Jason dug up see you at home." said Steve
"See you at home then." Ellie got up and kissed Steve on the cheek.
"Later kaiffe." said Steve grabbing his rifle.
"Dohn I geh a kiss too?" He joked.
"Get a girlfriend, or in your case a boyfriend." he said.
"Aye I'll 'member that next tyme ya get shot" he called as Steve walked out.
Danse got up from his bed and stretched, they say you're as old as you feel and right now he felt 20 years older than he really was. He walked over to a large tub of water and splashed some into his face. He dried himself off and went about his usual routine in the morning: patching up his old jumpsuit, getting dressed, eating, and going to work. He exited his home that lay on the outskirts of Sanctuary and made his way there. Ever since they first returned to boston Danse had made it clear he was done being on the frontlines so he quit being a soldier and opened a workshop in sanctuary where he spent his time listening to the radio and repairing anything people brought in to the best abilities. He arrived at his shop unlocking the front door, switching on the Neon OPEN sign and taking his seat behind the counter. His life wasn't as exciting as it used to be but he enjoyed not having to dodge bullets for a living. He got walking over to his suit of power armor than sat in the corner of the shop as a kind of guard dog. Danse leaned back in his chair and rested his legs on top of the counter. The day went by rather uneventful a couple people came in with busted radios or jammed guns, nothing unusual until it was almost closing time. Danse was packing up his things in the back room when he heard the sounds of footsteps on the metal floor.
"Listen buddy, We're closing, if you need something fixed I can look at it and get to work tomorrow." he said walking into the main room.
A man stood looking around, he wore a sleeveless duster with a light blue button-up underneath paired with battered jeans and boots. The man had brown cowboy hat that covered part of his face. Danse also notice the old Pip-Boy on his arm.
"Nice place." the man said in a smooth voice.
"Thanks uh, do need something?" Danse asked.
"Yeah, you see I've been hired to find someone and I was told they lived 'round here. I'd appreciate any info you got."
"Who're you looking for?" Danse asked placing a hand under the counter grabbing the laser-pistol underneath.
"Well actually it's multiple people, but I do have a couple names." the man said.
"I was told to look for people by the names of Danse, Jason, and Steve." said the man tilting his head up a bit.
Danse whipped out his laser pistol but before he could shoot he was hit in the neck by something sharp. He tried to remove the object in his neck but he couldn't move his body locked up as the dart did it's work and he fell to the ground.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." the man shook his head walking over to Danse. "Wrong move cowboy."
The man put Danse in shackles and gagged him as so he couldn't talk. The man whistled. Two men in black combat armour came and picked danse up.
"Take him to lock-up." said the man before Danse was carried off.
"One down, two to go." the mans said before adjusting his hat and walking out of Danse's shop.
