New chapter, I'm sorry about how slow these updates are coming i just have more ideas then i do sense.


It was a couple days latter and both Louise and Wheatley had been pulled from class to speak to the Headmaster about the 'incident'

Tabitha had been call in as well due to the fact her flight may have meant she might have seen something. No idea why Kirche was there though.

Right now Wheatley leaned against a wall as Louise told the headmaster, and the entire teaching staff, everything that had happened, the Golem, the fight and that he had stolen something.

"This is grave." the Headmaster Osmand said frowning behind his mustache. Then he spoke to Wheatley.

"You were already fighting Foquet? How do you make of him?"

"He's tough. Very strong. He was able to move his golem even with a bullet wound. Was not even slowed from what I could tell. At least we have a advantage." Osmand raised a eye brow. "The afford mentioned bullet wound. No way he can move with out a limp."

"I see." Osmand said smoking on his pipe. "Louise mentioned you had a suit of strange armor?"

"T-51b the best power armor made by the USA." with that he pushed a button on his pipboy and the light blue light that showed he was deatomizing something flowed over his body until he was completely covered by the off white armor save the helmet.

Osmand just about swallowed his pipe in surprise. That armor!

Mr Colbert was less surprised and asked a question.

"Power armor? How is that different from normal armor?"

"Power armor has servos that make me stronger amplifying my movements." he then deatomized a revolver spinning the cylinder threateningly. "Now then. Where can I find this Foquet? I got a bullet with his name on it."

"What?" Louise said confused.

"A bullet with his name on it." he said again. Then clarified "It means the bullet that is so destined to kill him, it has a name his name on it. Old saying back home." he said at Louise horrified expression. "every one has a bullet on there name on it. Of course they also said that bullets have names, and explosions are addressed to who it may concern."

"That does sound a bit extreme. We want to capture this criminal live if at all possible." Loungeville said.

"Really?" Wheatley said. "Seriously? Back home I got the impression that if you picked up the wrong can you'd get the ever loving shit kicked out of you."

"Be that as it may." Miss Miss Loungeville said. "We have evidence on where Foquet may be."

"Well good then." Wheatley smiled. "I'm in."

"As am I." The Lone Wanderer turned to face Louise as Kirche and Tabitha spoke there agreement as well. He was a bit unsure what to think about that. On the one hand: they were kids on the other hand.

Goddamn it! People were actually lifting a finger to help themselves! About time!

"You sure?" at Louise solid face he nodded. "Right then. When do we start?"

SHIFT

"A bullet with his name on it?"Louise said as the two walked down a hall ways as Wheatley reset some of his hot keys. This time he was going to use his Gauss rifle on him. "You are going to kill him!"

"Of course I am." He said adjusting his glasses. "I learned early on there are two ways to help people. One: Find ways to help them live. Two: Kill people who would harm them. Either way helps."

Louise spun to face the hard face of the Wasteland Messiah, victor of the battle of project purity, slayer of the Fire Ants, freer of slaves, burner of paradise falls, destroyer of Talon company and many more titles. "The wasteland is a hard place to live. Its kill or be killed as I have told you. What made you think I would be exempt from that?"

Wheatley shook his head and sighed his hard face softening. "At times I look back at my time in the vault and wonder what that little Vault Dweller I was would think about me, what he would become. I think it be a mix between shock and disappointment on the face of it. O the wonder of Naivety and childish self righteousness. Bit like you now." he said after a moment of thought.

With that he shrugged. "As it stands, I'll try to take her captive. Glad I never got rid of this toy." he deatomized his Mesmetron. "Never really used it for its intended purpose. But it comes in handy." with that he atomized it. "It will either take him captive, or blow him skull up." he frowned at Louise look.

"That's what we call a, minor, side effect."

"Minor! Dry mouth from a healing potion is a minor side effect! Having you skull blow up is pretty major side effect!"

"Minor to the user. You know how hard it is to get brain out of your coat?" at Louise horrified looked he shrugged.

"OK that joke when one to far."

SHIFT
The cart rumbled down the road. The three students and Wheatley riding in the back. He was clenching a plasma rifle in his hands as the cart slowly rolled back and forth.

"So something I don't understand. Why have only three students and one familiar volunteered to go find this criminal?" Kirche asked.

Wheatley hissed in derision. "Most people are cowardly on there own. If you volunteer to do something they normally won't do anything content to let you do it."

"If that's so. Then why do you bother?" Louise asked.

"Some times I don't know." Silence, and a hard one at that was the response. Check that he seemed to be muttering under his breath, sounded like a name.

But who was Amata?

On a different note Wheatley spoke up breaking the last chain of thought.

"So if this Foquet can use magic then she's a noble right? So why would she steal from other nobles?"

"Not all nobles are mages." Loungeville said "Some nobles have been demoted to peasant for a wide verity of reasons. Among them some disguise themselves as labors, guards or become trouble makers. Such as thieves or mercenary's. Even I have been demoted from my position of a noblemen."

"Really?" Wheatley asked "How did you lose your nobility?" his level 9 (how the heck does a pipboy know how smart he was? And then give it a number?) intelligence working though the gears of that train of thought.

"How can you be so rude familiar!" Louise shouted standing up on the card to yell at him. That threw his train off the rails.

"I do have a name. I like it when people use It." he said turning on his spot to face Louise.

"How many magic weapons do you have?" Louise asked surprised at the glowing plasma rifle.

"Not magic and don't change the subject." he frowned and then sighed. "You know been playing a bit loose with the whole familiar thing lately. O forget it." he said after a pause. "We have a thief to catch."

The rest of the cart ride was near silent. Only the crackling of the plasma rifle energy broke the silence.

SHIFT

The small team of mages, and Wheatley approached the cabin.

"Right so Foquet's suppose to be in there. How do we keep him in there?" Wheatley asked softly.

"I'll loop around and keep him in there." with that Loungeville just about faded into the foliage as she started to flank the house.

"Right, we wait a few moments then we go in."

"How do you plan to stop Foquet any way?" Louise hissed. "You could not harm his golem to save you life."

"This time he will us me." Derflinger said. At Wheatley's scoff the sword spoke up. "Partner you did everything short of using me lat time. What do you have to lose?"

"Fair point." he said at last atomizing his plasma rifle reluctantly. On second thought he deatomized his Mesmetron.

"Ok then. We have a plan?"

"Yes we send you in and we cover you." Louise said.

"Me?" a affronted Wheatley said. "Why me? Alone?"

"Were mages." Kirche said, "well some of us are any way." before Louise could snap she kept talking. "Were better at range. Beside you have the fancy armor."

"Joy." He said deatomize his stealth armor rather then his power armor.

"And that does?" Kirche asked. In answer he turned invisible with a slight fuff of energy.

"wow." she said. The three of them watched him, or rather tired to keep track of where the grass was moving toward the shack.

"He really worry's me at times." Kirche said. "Aside from the fact I know he can now stay hidden in the girl's dorm when ever he wants. Invisibility is square class spell, a really hard one and he has a suit that does it easily."

Tabitha nodded.

"You sure hes not a mage?" she asked Louise. Before she could answer Wheatly yelled from over by the house.

"Its empty!"

The three mages broke cover and approached the house. A quick wave of Tabitha's staff to clear for traps and they were in.

"Right spread out. Were looking for a,," he paused for a moment. "Honestly speaking I think I missed what he stole."

"Staff of Obliteration." Louise said as the three girls and one wastelander began to poke though the house.

A few minutes of scanning latter the box was found.

"gezz." Wheatly rubbed the back of his head at the box Louise had been sitting on while everyone else looked.

"This staff thing must weigh, 30 pounds." he said rubbing the back of his head.

"How do we carry it?" Louise asked.

"Well some of can manage levitation spells." Kirche said and a wand wave latter the box was a foot in the air.

"humm, somethings off." Wheatley said. "Where's Foquet? He was suppose to be here."

"What do you mean?" Louise asked.

"Trap." Tabitha said. The word was accented by the roof being smashed off by a massive golem fist.

"You don't say!" Wheatley yelled as he deatomized his Gauss rifle and fired into its head.

A second later Tabitha pointed her staff at the Golem, focused and fired.

A twisting piller of storm wind pounded it too the golem. To no effect.

Another blareing thunder clap blast of the rifle had no more effect then the wind storm of a few seconds ago.

Kirche turn was next. Her land lowered and a firestorm pounded into it stumbling it back a few steps. For a moment it looked like it worked only for the flames to go out a moment later with nothing to burn.

"Son of a super mutant how do you kill a boulder?" Wheatley asked. He had give up on the Gauss rifle and was instead atomizing it drawing Derflinger.

The golem raised it arm high, the sun glinting off its massive fist as it readied to smash them.

"Quick forward!" Wheatley called and the small group between the Golems legs.

Once on the other side: "Where's Louise?" a scream from the house gave them there answer.

"O crud we left her behind!" Wheatley yelled, but soon the golem had there full attention.

"I say again: how do we kill this? Or is are plan just run like hell?" Tabitha whistled amplified by wind magic.

"Running is a workable plan don't doubt it." Wheatley continued as he held the Derflinger at ready in front of him.

The ground thumped and the wastelander turned his head to stare into the eye of the dragon, "funny." he thought "a song is in there some were."

SHIFT

The golem had turned away from Louise and was getting ready to "Golem Pawnch!" Kirche, Tabitha and Wheatley. She lifted her wand to do some explosive spells on it, when she remembered the Staff of Obliteration.

She reached for the box and worked the catches lifting the heavy staff out.

Trying to grip it she found her self failing to get a good hold on it.

"How do you use this thing!" she yelled at no one in particular.

SHIFT

Focusing back at the Golem Wheatley looked for Louise back in the ruins of the house.

The whole front wall had been knocked over and he had a clear view in side.

His blood froze.

"Is that a? Where did! O god!" he said at last after sputtering. Yelling over his shoulder he charged forward.

"Cover me!" the golem fist dropped just behind him. As he passed he made sure to slice the left leg in a spray of gravel.

"Good going partner" Derflinger said. Wheatley did not answer.

He ran beside Louise and snatched the staff from her.

Louise mind seemed to view everything detached.

First: he deatomized something and placed it on the staff and with a grunt pulled it back till it dinged into place.

Second he took the staff and cocked it over his shoulder like a builder would hold a big piece of lumber.

She suddenly remembered with the thing he deatomized was called, a mini nook.

He fired.


Who saw that coming?