Authors note: I recently received a review on my other story from a guy called "I'm not impressed", Who said my writing is lame and I should give up for the sake of the Internet. Id like to thank him cause now hes given my writing purpose, to piss him off ;)
It was around 10pm when Boone and Hart finished Drinking. Boone had neglected to arrange sleeping arrangements.
"Excuse me." He asked the Bartender. "Who's in charge around here."
The Bartender pointed towards A door and went back to cleaning his glass. Boone knocked on the door.
"Come in." Said a voice from behind the door. Boone opened the door, inside was a black haired lady typing away at a terminal. She sat round on her chair towards Boone.
"Hello, i'm Trudy, This is my saloon, how can I help you." She said smiling.
"I was wondering who I should speak to about sleeping arrangements." He asked. Trudy chuckled.
"That would be me." She said. "We have some space in the attic above the saloon. Its availiable for purchase if you are looking to live here, only Two hundred caps."
Boone reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bag. He handed the bag to trudy, who took the appropriate sum and handed the bag back. This put a dent in Boones funds.
"Thank you." Trudy said smiling. "Looking to stay awhile, then?
"Looking to start fresh, so yeah." He said and smiled and walked back towards the bar. Hart was still sat down, finishing off a glass of whisky.
"Iv got our sleeping arrangements." Boone said.
"Sweet." Hart said, standing up. "Whats the plan then, 5 star hotel for me and the dumpster outside for you?"
"Funny." Boone said smirking "I bought a safehouse above the saloon, in the attic."
Trudy walked out of the office with some keys.
"Follow me." She said. Boone and Hart followed suit. She lead them into a hallway towards the back of the saloon. She reached upwards towards a Hatch and put the key in the lock. She pulled upen the hatch, from which a set of stairs descended down to the floor. Trudy gave Boone the key.
"Your room is up there." She said smiling. "Enjoy" She walked away.
Boone and Hart Climbed the ladder into the attic. There were Some Bunk beds against the wall, a dining table in the middle of the room, a sofa and some lockers and cabinets for storage.
"Id say you found your little base of operations." Hart said admirably. Boone sat down on the sofa.
"A good place to hide as well. Do you think those bandits would be looking for us?"
"They were Powder Gangers." Hart said gravely and sat down. "They operate by wiping out caravans completely. We got away, which means that they are properly looking to finish the job."
Boone sighed. He got up and put his Rifle in one of the lockers.
"In that case, we need to be careful." He said "We should lay low, This will be our safehouse, they shouldn't be able to find us here."
Hart sat down at the dining table and put his feet up.
"Well we need Money." He said "I still have to tell the Store manager that the caravan was attacked, We wont be getting paid the full sum."
"Im sure il find something" Boone said.
Boone walked over to the dining table, took off his pack and sat down. He opened the main compartment and took out two of the lunches from the caravan trip, and tossed one to hart.
"Here, Eat up." He said.
The two ate there meal in silence. Hart stood up after eating.
"Im going to go tell the store manager what happened. See if I cant get him to at least try and pay up something."
"Ok man, Im gonna get some sleep." Boone said as he yawned.
Hart was halfway down the stairs when he peaked his head up through the hatch.
"Oh and I insist on paying you half for this room, "Room mate". I owe you."
Boone laughed.
"Deal." He said, as he settled down to sleep.
Hart walked into the general store. The store owner stood up as soon as he saw his face.
"We were attacked, Chet." Hart said loudly as he walked towards the counter.
"What!" Chet said extremely surprised, and frightened. Hart showed Him the bandages on his arm.
"The powder gangers jumped us, only me and another guy survived. We risked our asses bringing you that cargo, and five men paid with there lives!" He yelled. "I want compensation, we almost died!"
Chet stood up and slammed his fist on the counter.
"You were doing your god-damned job! You'll get the standard rate, If anything! Hell if what you say is true iv lost more money than you'll ever be worth!"
Chet walked into the back room, Hart could hear him rummaging around in a drawer. He walked back out with a big map and spread it out on the counter.
"Show me where you were attacked." He said. Hart scanned the map and followed the roads with his finger. The area around Goodsprings alone was large, mountainous and rocky, With many winding roads going off in obscure directions, just to get over the mountainous terrain. He slammed his finger down on the road where they were attacked.
"Here. Powder gangers attacked from the north." He traced his finger north on the map, and stopped at a mountainous region.
"They must be coming from here." He said. Chet sighed and walked towards a locked cabinet.
"You and your Buddy feeling up to a job?" He asked as he started twisting the dial on the cabinet to put in the combination.
"Does it pay?" He asked, with arms folded.
Chet took out a large locked box and opened it with a key from his pocket. From the Box he took out a medium sized sack. He threw the sack onto the counter, Jangling as it landed.
"2,000." Chet said, Locking the Box.
"Il need a weapon, and ammo." He said almost demandingly
Chet sighed in anger and pulled out a case, Inside was an old, but functional "Greaser" Submachine gun.
"That will do nicely." Hart said smirking.
"You know what to do." Chet said Turning away.
"Clear the powder gangers out. No problem." Hart said, He picked up the case, and the caps and walked out of the shop.
"Mans an Extortionist." Chet said as he left.
