Echo's of Eras Past
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A Fallout: New Vegas fanfic
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We're angels with dirty faces
Livin' all alone
Angels with dirty faces
So far from home
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Angels With Dirty Faces, by Warlock
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By Zombie Boy
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Molly's eyes cracked open and she found herself looking up at a metal ceiling.
"This isn't ERB Yakima..." she thought fuzzily.
She blinked a couple of times and then she remembered where she was.
"Oh, right, this is the Vault 21 Casino." she thought.
And now that she was more awake, she realized that there was something soft and warm lying up against her, like someone was using her as a body pillow, and the person was moving ever so slightly.
"Ami." thought Molly. "This is Ami's room. I came here so I could sleep with her."
Molly lifted her head up and found herself looking at Ami, who was indeed lying up against her, her mouth happily clamped on Molly's nipple. Feeling Molly's body shift, she looked up at her.
"Morninpfh." she said with her mouth full.
"Morning,": Molly replied, brushing Ami's bangs back from her face. "You know I gotta get going, right?" she asked.
Ami nodded, mouth still over her nipple. "Yeaph." she said. "Buph canph youph stayph ahph lipplph biph morph?"
Molly shook her head sadly. "No, sorry." she said. "I wish it was otherwise."
"Aaaph." Ami said, and lifted her head, Molly's nipple clamped firmly but gently in her teeth. "You never told me where you were going."
"Nnh." Molly grunted. "Legion territory, for Mr House."
Ami's mouth went slack and Molly's tit slipped out. "What?" she squeaked, worry flooding her face. "What're you doing-"
Molly put a finger on Ami's lips. "Shh." she said. "Don't worry about it. I'll be fine."
"But-" Ami said, pulling her head away from Molly's finger. "- the Legion..."
"I'll be fine." Molly insisted, propping herself up on an elbow and cupping Ami's chin in her hand. "They can't get me, remember?"
Ami whimpered slightly and Molly sat up in bed. "C'mere." she said, and pulled her into a hug. "I'll be fine." she said, holding her tight. "I'll still be around when you're old and gray, okay?"
"You sure?" Ami asked.
"Yeah, I'm sure." Molly said. "I'll be there."
"Okay." Ami said with a sniffle.
"Don't cry." Molly said, breaking their embrace and wiping a tear from Ami's eye. "I told you, I'll be fine. Now lets get up and get going. We both have places to be."
"Okay." Ami said.
Climbing out of bed after Ami, Molly started looking for her clothes, and as she did she couldn't help but notice Ami's naked body.
"You know, that's gonna take a while to get used to." she said, nodding at Ami's chest.
"Huh?" she asked, and looked down at herself. "What's wrong with my chest?" she asked.
Molly found her panties and stood up to face her purple haired friend. "Well..." she said, lifting one leg so she could step into them "They're glowing."
"And what's wrong with that?" Ami asked, cupping said luminescent appendages. "They're still cute and perky, they just glow."
"Yeah." Molly said, pulling up her panties. "But I never said I minded the glowing. I just said it's gonna take a while to get used to."
"Okay." Ami said. "Though I have to say, who knew that eating a Golden Gecko kabob with glowing cave mushrooms washed down with a Nuka Cola Victory could give you glowing boobs?"
"Certainly not me." Molly said, locating her bra.
Ami on the other hand put her hands on her hips. "Now where the hell are my panties?" she asked, then snapped her fingers. "Oh, that's right, I didn't wear panties!" she said, then reached over to her bag and dug out a pair.
Molly just shook her head and kept dressing.
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"Morning Boone." Molly said as she walked into the lobby of the Lucky 38.
"Morning." Boone said, sitting on the steps, with their packs leaning up against the steps "You have fun?"
"Yeah." Molly said, and massaged her shoulder. "Man, though, I gotta say, that girl's strong as a Brahman."
"I know." Boone said, getting to his feet. "She hugged me."
"Did she break any ribs?" Molly asked, walking over to take her pack.
"No, but I don't think it's entirely impossible." Boone said, and grunted as he hefted her backpack and held it out to her. "Your pack."
"Thanks." Molly said and took her pack with a grunt. "You're not exactly a weakling yourself." she said. "This thing has to weigh fifty pounds."
"My parents were scrap prospectors." he answered simply.
"Ah." Molly said and shouldered her pack.
"So what about you?" he asked. "You've got plenty of strength yourself."
"Lot's of exercise." Molly said as Boone shrugged on his pack. "So, I was thinking that we can hit the Gun Runners kiosk."
"Anti-Material Rifle?" Boone asked as they started walking to the door.
"Among other things." Molly said. "And get a can for your rifle."
"A can?" Boone asked.
"Suppressor." Molly clarified. "You need one."
"I did not realize that I needed one." Boone said.
"Well, you do." Molly said as they stepped outside. "Silence is golden after all."
Boone had seen how effective Molly was with her can -equipped rifle. "You have a point." he admitted.
"Thanks." Molly said.
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They left the Gunrunners kiosk down quite a bit of caps, NCR cash, and Legion coinage, but up an Anti -Material Rifle and a set of reinforced Mark Two combat armor that needed some new straps and such.
The suit's condition was not good, but the plates were solid and the straps could be easily repaired or replaced with some tanned gecko hide that she had strapped to her pack.
"Something to do around the campfire." she mused, taking a swig from her canteen.
Next to her, Boone shifted his rifle and did the same. They were standing on top of a large boulder, using the elevation it provided to survey the countryside and see what was out there, and avoid if need be.
As they scanned the area, Molly saw a crow rise up into the air, cawing loudly.
"Boone."
"What?" the man asked.
"I think we're being followed." she said.
"So what do you want to do?" Boone asked.
"First, lets get out of their sight." Molly said. "In the shadow of the rock. Look casual about it."
"Right."
Clambering down off the rock, they got into it's shadow and Molly then dumped her pack.
"You stay here, guard the gear." she explained, digging around inside her pack. "I'm gonna take this-" she held up a Stealth Boy "-and double back on them."
"Okay." Boon said.
Slipping the device onto her wrist, Molly flicked a switch and tapped a couple of buttons on it, and then she went invisible.
"Have fun." the patch of heat mirage that was Molly told Boone, and then she was gone.
Swinging wide, she snuck through the scrub, keeping an eye on the area that the crow came from. Pausing from time to time, Molly scanned the area around her for movement before moving, keeping herself in a low crouch. She might have been invisible or close to it, but she could still be seen.
After about ten minutes of this, she went past the spot that she wanted to check out and started to angle in on it, taking a long looping path. She was about twenty yards away when she spotted a pair of black boots sticking out from under a bush.
"Got ya!" Molly thought with a smile.
Drawing her pistol, Molly took a very careful look around that her mystery stalker didn't have any backup, and seeing none, started stalking forwards. As she approached, more details of the person became apparent:
The person was wearing snug fitting blue jeans which were tucked into the boots. There was a black leather vest with a logo on it, and the persons figure was slender, but definitely feminine, and long black hair-
"Oh, crap. It's that Khan girl." Molly thought in annoyance when she was about five yards away.
When she was standing over the girl, Molly crouched down and placed the muzzle of her pistol against the back of the girls head.
"Got ya." Molly said.
The girl stiffened, then chuckled. "What ever you say, fatass." she said. "I've been following you and your murderer boy friend for the last three hours."
"Bitter Springs is what you guys got for kicking the Bear." Molly told her. "Hands where I can see em'."
The girl sighed and held her hands out in front of her. "So, you guys out looking for more people to murder?" the girl asked as Molly stepped back.
"On your feet. Slowly." Molly said, not rising to the girls verbal baiting. "And keep your hands up and out where I can see them."
The girl growled in irritation that Molly wasn't rising to her bait, but complied anyways.
"So what are we doing here?" the girl asked. "You gonna kill me? Or you gonna let your boyfriend do it?"
"We're not gonna kill you." Molly told her. "Even though I should, seeing as how you were sneaking up on us with with a varmint rifle."
"I wasn't gonna kill ya." the girl said. "I was just waiting for a chance to get the drop on ya."
"You were going to try and stick us up?"Molly asked in surprise. "That's a new one. Hands on your head."
"Yeah, fatass." the girl said as she did so. "I want my belt back."
"It's my belt, kid." Molly said, holstering her pistol and grabbing the girls hands with her left hand. "And my name is Molly, not fatass."
"Yeah, right." the girl said as Molly began to pat her down.
"You really thought you could get the drop on us?" Molly asked.
The girl was silent for a few moments. "You and your boyfriend each pissed once, had a snack, you smoked two cigarettes, and shot a blue gecko."
"Were you the one that was following me outside of Goodsprings?" Molly asked.
"No." the girl said, annoyance in her voice. "Jessup, that dumb fuck had me stay back. If I had been there we woulda got you with no problem."
"Hm." Molly said, then frowned as she felt up inside the girls vest and felt her ribs. "Cripes, girl, don't you eat? I can feel your ribs."
"I've been having a bad run." the girl answered cryptically.
"Don't your parents feed you?" Molly asked.
"I don't have any." the girl told. "And I'm not very important."
Molly just shook her head and kept with her pat down.
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Molly's pat down turned up a length of steel pipe, twenty three rounds of 5.56 for a rather beat up but still serviceable varmint rifle, a small fixed knife, some matches, and that was it.
The girl carried no other gear, no canteen, not even a blanket.
"Okay." Molly said, picking up the girls rifle. "Just how the hell did you think you were gonna pull this off with no gear?"
"Easy. Live off the land, like I usually do." the girl answered. "Water's there, if you know how to look. Same thing with stuff to eat."
"I know that." Molly said. "But no blanket, no other gear, and just over twenty rounds? At best, you'd end up passed around by a bunch of Powder Gangers."
"Wouldn't be the first time." the girl muttered.
Molly sighed and spun the girl around to face her. "Okay." she said, noting that the girl did get an awesome shiner from when Jessup hit her "What the hell is your problem?"
"What?" the girl asked.
"You." molly said. "From the sound of it, you have a really crappy life back in the Khans. Why are you staying there?"
"It's all I got." the girl said. "Can I drop my hands? My arms are getting tired."
"Sure." Molly said, then frowned for a moment. "Hey. You want my belt, right?"
"Yeah." the girl answered, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "What about it?"
"If you want it, you got a chance to get it." Molly said. "We're going to Fortification Island."
"What?" the girl squeaked. "The Legion's main camp?"
"Yep." Molly told her. "You want my belt, you gotta come with us."
The girl fretted for a moment, then her stubbornness won out. "Alright." she said. "You win fatass. I'm coming along." she said. "Gimme back my gun."
Smirking, Molly handed the girl back her rifle. "Here you go." she said. "Let's go, Mosquito Bites."
"My name is Sara!" the girl argued.
"Call me Molly, and I'll call you by your name." Molly said as she started walking.
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"So that's it?" Sara whispered.
"You don't need to whisper." Molly said. "They can't hear us from here."
"So what the hell are we doing here?" Sara asked.
"We're here for three reasons." Molly told her. "First, this is the best spot to observe The Fort on the NCR side of the Colorado. That leads to the second reason, which is that this is the closest point to The Fort, which puts us in range of that little toy of Boone's there."
Boone shoved the bolt forward and slapped the handle down, the action on the massive rifle locking up like a bank's vault. Smirking, he brought the rifle up to his shoulder and sighted in on The Fort.
"And they know that, which is the third reason why we're here. They see move movement here, they're gonna keep a close eye on this place. Which means that they're not going to be paying attention to some other place." Molly continued.
"You're gonna swim over there and sneak in?" Sara asked, turning her attention back to The Fort.
"Yep." Molly told her.
"Fucking hell, you're both crazy." Sara said with a groan.
"Pretty much." Molly said.
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The sun sank below the horizon, and on the scenic overlook at Camp Guardian Boone lay in his shooting position behind some sand bags and kept an eye on The Fort. Next to him Sara lay curled up behind the barrier of sandbags and helped herself to the biltong in Molly's pack.
"You know, I don't think Molly would like you eating all of her food." Boone commented.
"I'm not." Sara answered. "And she told me to eat as much as I like."
Boone grunted and kept on his vigil.
Meanwhile, down near the water, on the side of the cliff that was out of sight of the The Fort Molly stood on a rock and stared at the water.
"I really hope that there isn't a Lakelurk in there..." she thought with a sigh.
Molly had taken the plates off of her armor and was wearing the black knit under clothing, giving her a set of crude but effective sneaking attire. On her back was a sealed bag with a Stealth Boy, her belt and her 10mm, a couple of scarves cut from a spare blanket, and her boots.
Molly had darkened her face and hands with some face paint made from lard taken from the supplies of the abandoned camp guardian mixed with some charred wood from an old campfire.
"Here we go." Molly thought, and taking a deep breath, stepped off the rock and began wading out into the water.
The ground dropped away quickly from the shore, and soon Molly found herself treading water. Getting her bearings, she struck out for the island. As she came around the point, she took a breath and dove beneath the surface of the water.
"I'd kill for some rebreather gear right about now." echoed through Molly's head as she swam.
She swam until her lungs burned, then surfaced. Without breaking her stroke, she exhaled and took another breath, then dove beneath the surface again. Using this method, she was able to swim to the opposite side of The Fort, and carefully swam to shore.
When she hit the beach, she didn't hear any shouts or gunfire, so Molly figured that she was unseen. Finding a large boulder, she hid in it's shadow and quietly geared up. A few minutes later, she loped out from behind the boulder and began sneaking up to the walls of The Fort.
It took her forty five minutes to close the distance to the wall, using every bit of shadow and cover to hide her approach to the walls. When she made it to the wall, Molly stopped and listened for several minutes for any sentries.
Not hearing anything, Molly swore mentally when she saw that the corrugated metal of the wall didn't offer any hand holds. Going right, she carefully padded along the wall, noting that there wasn't a foot path along the wall, which meant that they didn't run patrols along it- which was a good thing in this situation.
After sneaking along for about fifty feet, she lucked out. There was a rather large gap where the sheets of metal making up the wall were badly bent and gave her a way in. And as icing on the cake, it was right at the abandoned weather station.
Checking the metal, Molly found that it was attached securely and so then carefully slipped her way through. When she was through, she took her Stealth Boy out and activated it. Figuring that the front door wouldn't be near the antenna, she went right and carefully peeked around the corner.
What she saw was the door, the sentry guarding the door, and a training area beyond that, thankfully deserted. Thinking for a moment, she drew back and went over to the other side to take a look at what she could see there.
From the other corner she could see a lot of tent, but there was no one stirring over there as well. Not seeing anyone, Molly had a good idea on what to do, and picked up a pebble.
Going back to the other corner, Molly peeked around and saw that the guard was still where he was, staring straight ahead. Chucking the pebble over his head, it went soaring out and hit one of the training dummy's they had set up.
"Huh?" the guard said, turning to face where the noise had came from.
The next and last thing he said was a startled gurgle as the blade of Molly's knife slipped between his vertebrae and severed his spinal cord. Leaving her knife in him, she grabbed him before he could fall and opened the door.
Walking backwards dragging him in, she shut the door and then looked around. She was able to quickly locate where the entrance was and punched the button on the wall. With experienced ease, she drug the corpse of the guard down the stairwell to the hatch that lead to House's bunker.
Setting the body down, Molly pulled her shirt up and reached into her cleavage to where she had hid the Platinum Chip. Pulling it out, she placed it in the slot and the hatch clicked, swinging open like it was brand new.
Taking a moment to appreciate the level of craftsmanship in the door for it to work that well after two hundred years. Molly retrieved the Chip before hefting the corpse up and drug him in after her.
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Molly finally got to the terminal that she needed to use to update the Securitrons in storage- after fighting her way through a bunch of Protectrons and Securitrons, the three legged variety, not the mono wheeled kind that House used.
The constant radiation was a nice touch, too.
That was the extent of the troubles she experienced while at the Fort. Exiting, thankfully, was much easier for her. The door guards absence had gone unnoticed and she was able to slip out the door and back to the gap in the fence.
Getting back to where Boone had set up his snipers nest was a bit more challenging though, but that was because she had to swim across Lake Meade. When she reached the nest, Molly found Boone still in his shooting position and Sara curled up next to him, using Molly's pack as a pillow, out cold.
"Hey." Molly said in a low voice as she plopped down next down Boone.
"Hey." Boone said. "You do it?"
"Yeah." Molly answered and shivered in the cold desert air. "Shoulda built a fire."
Boone grunted in acknowledgment and shifted his aim.
"You gonna shoot?" Molly asked.
Boone said nothing for a few seconds, then glanced out of the corner of his eye at Sara.
"No." he said, lowering the rifle and rolling away from it onto his back. "It's too dark to get a clean shot."
Molly looked up at the sky, where there was a sliver of moon peeking out from behind a cloud.
"Yeah." she agreed. "There'll be more people out when the suns up anyways." she added, then reached over to where her bedroll was. "Need a blanket. It's freezing out."
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