A/N: Big message at the bottom. Final Chapter. Enjoy! Remember to R&R
Amata dropped to the ground sobbing, the result of another physical blow at the hands of Officer Mack. Amata had become a motivational tool at the hands of Allen Mack, in an attempt to get her father to sign over leadership of the vault. Alphonse however, did not appreciate the way Mack treated his daughter, and ordered him to stop, but he also could not hand over Vault authority someone to like Mack. Amata's suit was ripped, and her body was almost bare to the eyes of her sadistic interrogator. She watched as James was spied on by both her father and Allen Mack, watched like a rat in a maze and mocked like a child. Amata's face was bruised, and she could not overpower the animal strength of Officer Mack. Amata began to cry.
"Well, I hate to ask my boy to keep ruining your daughters face Alphonse." Allen Mack mocked as he gripped Amata's cheeks between his thumb and index finger.
"Hell Dad…I'd still do her!" Stevie Mack said, a sick grin on his face.
Amata prayed for something to save her, as tears ran down her face. She didn't know he was walking head first into a trap, when she left James in the clinic. She didn't want things to end like this, raped and beaten by a twisted individual.
"Don't you dare!" Alphonse barked, as he struggled to get free from his bounds.
"Actually….That's not half a bad idea, Son. Have some fun." Allen Mack said with an evil grin on his face.
Amata's face twisted into a terrified expression of fear. Her head began shaking in refusal, before she was thrown to the ground like a chicken bone for a hungry Radroach.
"Oh I plan to daddy!" Mack said, his face a portrait of perverse intent.
"No…Please no!" Amata begged, scurrying back as far as she could from the inclosing pervert.
"STOP! Please just stop!" Alphonse begged as the Mack's smiled.
Suddenly, they were frozen in place by a sound erupting from the intercoms. The sound was a heavy thud and caught the attention of everyone, not only in the board room, but in the entire vault.
"Sorry. Sorry…Dropped the microphone…. What do you mean it's on?" The familiar voice asked, stirring up a soup of emotions in the vault inhabitants.
"James!" Amata shouted in happiness, before common sense hit her.
"Wait. James?" She repeated, wondering what the man was doing.
"Helloooo Vault 101!" James junior announced over the intercom in a cheerful manner.
"What's that mad fool doing now?" Alphonse asked, looking at the intercom.
"This is your new Vault Loyalty inspector talking!" James's voice echoed over the intercom, a sense of glee present in his voice.
"WHAT?!" Alphonse blurted out, as if he did not hear what the kid was saying.
"So for those who don't know what this role means…It basically means, I am the second most powerful person in Vault 101 at this moment." James stated, in a manner similar to that of a disappointed parent.
"Is what he says true daddy?" Stevie Mack asked, looking towards his father.
"Shut up boy!" Allen Mack grunted, trying to recall the last Loyalty officer, and what he did.
"Now I look around this vault and I see a distinct lack of loyalty!" James said, still holding the condescending parental tone.
"None's gotten that position in years. The last one was…" Allen Mack said to himself as memory was slowly coming back to him.
"Now who could possibly be to blame? The men who started this little rebellion? The security officers abusing their power? Or! Is it the man who let it all happen?" James asked the rhetorical question, emphasising the final point.
"Oh no!" Allen Mack announced as it all came flooding back to him.
"Who? Who was the last one?" His son asked, now as nervous as his father.
"Now…Reading through the records I found out what happens to Vault 101's Overseer should he fail to fulfil his role and….Oh my. It says here…" James explained, trailing off at the end as if he was reading it directly off the console screen.
"Alphonse!" Allen Mack announced, bringing all attention towards Amata's father.
"I am now your new Overseer!" James said in a prideful manner, to the shock of many of the vault residents.
James sat in HIS new chair, speaking into HIS new intercom system. It was all there in green lettering on the console.
"Should the Overseer fail to fulfil his appointed duty to his people, the Vault Loyalty inspector is permitted to strip the Overseer of his title and relinquish it onto himself? Provided he has cause to do so."
"I think allowing a fucking rebellion is classified as failing, don't you?" James asked Susie Mack, as Wally Mack remained unconscious in the corner.
"You know you probably have pissed off a lot of people, right?" Susie said, a smile on her face.
"You probably pissed off a lot of people….Sir." James said with a smile, leaning back into the chair.
Both of them let out a hearty laugh, allowing them a moment to forget their current circumstances. James rubbed his dog playfully, as he readied himself for the final confrontation. He ordered his dog to guard the prisoner, and removing his pip-boy, James began wiring it up to the monitors behind him. James pulled out his box of cigarettes, and looked inside. To his great disappointment, it was empty.
"Fuck..." James grumbled, as he threw the empty box to his left.
"What?" Susie asked with concern on her face.
"Out of smokes…" James grunted, as he began opening the drawers of the desk.
In the first drawer, James found some old Vault 101 food vouchers and a stapler. Grunting at the lack of cigarettes in this drawer, James continued searching the other drawers for something to satisfy his need. Hell, he was even willing to smoke one of those god awful Vault 101 cigarettes. It was then that James gasped, as he found something in the last drawer of the old wooden desk.
"Holy Moly!" James exclaimed, pausing and pulling an annoyed face at himself.
He had no idea why he said that, and he hated himself for saying it. But this hatred quickly subsided, as James gripped the contents of the final drawer and withdrew them from its wooden chamber.
"What?" Susie asked, smiling at the exclamation he earlier expressed.
"Cigars! Alphonse you devious bastard." James smiled as he held a pack brown cigars in his hand.
"And there's more in here!" James shouted in delight, as he began pocketing all the cigars he could from the drawer.
James had never seen real life cigars before, but he had seen them in some old world Holo-vids and thought they always looked so cool. Placing one into his mouth, he looked for his lighter, and remembered it was taken from him by those asshole guards. Looking back into the drawers, he searched for a lighter. He found a pristine silver lighter, with the vault-Tec logo and 101 engraved on the front of it. Smiling, James was going to keep this as a souvenir. Jericho was right. With Alphonse still in power, James would never be able to come home. Besides, he couldn't just abandon his father's life's work. Of course, the option to stay in the vault was there. Remain the Overseer, and never think of the outside world again. Begin a new happy life. James's eyes began to well up with tears, as he knew he couldn't do that. He had seen and experienced too much out in the wastes, for him ever to return to a normal life. Holding back his tears, he needed to be strong for what was to come. Lighting the cigar, James took a heavy suck on the brown roll. Exhaling its thick smoke into the air, James waited for his guests.
"Bring Wally over here Susie. Dogmeat, no biting until I say. " James ordered, as he turned the mic on for another speech.
"Any and all 'Loyal' security officers, please move down to the reactor and bring the prisoners to your Overseer." James announced, wanting to get Jericho and Butch away from the reactor as soon as possible.
"No excessive force is needed. I want them Alive…" James stated.
"Jericho! I'm talking to you!" James said knowing the Officer's wouldn't kill them unless ordered. He could almost hear Jericho's laughter now.
Sitting back enjoying the cigar, James readied his equipment for his meeting.
Amata was being handled like a rag doll by Stevie Mack, as they marched through the halls towards the Overseer's office. Amata wasn't sure what his plan was, or what the Mack's would do once they entered the office. What she did know was someone was going to die, and she prayed it wasn't going to be her. Allen Mack pounded at the door of the office, expecting someone to open it.
"Let us in you little shit!" He barked, as his fist connected with the door.
Alphonse Almodovar was worried, Mack no longer needed him to become Overseer, and what's worse was there was now a madman in charge of the entire vault. The door glided open to reveal a scarred youth sitting in the overseer's chair, pointing a gun at the entrance, smoking a cigar and smiling. To his left, there was another young man, crying and whimpering behind the desk. To his right, was a young woman holding a pistol, shaking in fear as she stood her ground. Finally to the visitors left was a growling dog, unhappy to see the intruders.
"Gentlemen…Step into my office." James said, a cocky grin on his face.
"How could you do this to your own father, Susie?" Allen Mack asked, as he looked at his daughter.
"Fuck you…I'm doing this for the greater good!" Susie said meekly, as her hand shook holding the gun to her father.
"James?" Amata said weakly as she entered.
James was angered by what he saw, a battered and bruised Amata standing in the doorway. James sat up and looked directly at the group, pulling the cigar from his mouth.
"So… How was your meeting?" James asked, his pistol trained on Allen Mack.
"You little shit! Who do you think you are?!" Stevie barked, but was silenced as James fired off a round narrowly missing him.
"Overseer…Why?" James asked sarcastically, a big grin on his face as he placed the cigar back in his mouth.
"What's stopping me from killing you right now and taking the position myself?" Allen Mack asked, an angered yet fearful tone in his voice.
"A pissed off dog, an inexperienced girl holding a pistol, and I got a pistol on you and a shot gun on your sons nuts." James threatened pushing the shot gun into Wally's testicles.
Allen Mack growled as he considered his options, but he realised he had none. The kid held all the cards, and the only thing Allen held in his hand was his dick.
"Now…according to Alphonse's records…Stevie is responsible for the death of Jonas, as well as the beating of Ms Almodovar I assume." James stated, inhaling some of the cigars rich taste.
James felt worse for what he had done to Kendall, but he felt no remorse for what he was planning to do with Stevie and Allen Mack.
"Now my question is…What's the penalty for murder in Vault 101?" James asked with an evil grin on his face.
Silence fell over the crowd, as James exhaled thick grey smoke into the air. The penalty was death, exile or life imprisonment, and Stevie Mack was not going to be sentenced to any of these options. Sweating, he looked for a way out of this situation. Then it struck him like a bullet, Alphonse's little tramp could be used as a bargaining tool. Grabbing Amata and putting her in a chokehold, Stevie held her as a human shield, much to the displeasure of his father.
"What are you doing son!" Allen Mack asked, as James sat up in his seat.
"Fuck off Dad! I am not going out there! We are playing my game now, and I make the rules!" Stevie barked nervously, his grip tightening around Amata's throat.
"I'm sorry….did you mention rules?" James began, a smile on his face as he waved his pistol at Stevie.
"Fuck your rules, Im the Overseer!" James announced, firing his pistol at Stevie.
Hitting Stevie Mack in the head, James sat back down and began typing on his Pip-boy. Susie Mack watched in fear as her brother hit the ground. Amata fell to her knees in shock. He actually shot at her, barely missing her to kill someone else. This was their new Overseer.
"Susie…Clean Amata up and see what the damage is. Jericho should be around any minute now." James smiled at Susie, showing the most charming boyish grin he could muster.
Susie sat Amata down on the couch and began checking her bruises and wounds.
"Dogmeat. Say hello to Amata." James smiled at his dog who rested his head on Amata's lap.
"Now…Allen….Alphonse… you both sit the fuck down so we can start this meeting!" James ordered, as he monitored the corpse at the door.
"Why are you doing this? Why did you come back!?" Alphonse asked, a clear sense of anger in his tone, breaking his silence.
"Excuse me?" James asked, placing the cigar in his ashtray.
"Did you just come here to cause trouble? Or was it to get into my daughters Pants! Or do you want to play the hero!" Alphonse continued, gaining the attention of everyone in the room.
James was taken aback by this comment, and left speechless for a moment as he processed what was said. He didn't know if Alphonse knew James had slept with Amata or not, and frankly didn't want to know.
"I'm guessing it's a mix of all three, Alphonse!" Allen said, as if the two were the best of friends now.
James sat back, and contemplated what he was doing. Not just in Vault 101, but in the wasteland. How could he define his actions in the capital wasteland, without contradicting himself? He decided he would explain it how it was, that there was no point in sweetening the shit he had committed.
"My purpose is defined by the actions I have taken, if the time demands it I'll be a revolutionary, a slaver, a monster, or a healer. I go where I am needed, under no flag to guide my hand. I fight for myself, my beliefs and what I deem to be right. I need no reason to fight…I fight because I am needed." James explained, as he resumed smoking his cigar proud of his answer.
The room fell silent once again, as James typed on his pip-boy. He then began loading something onto the screens behind him. Pushing what remained of the cigar into the ashtray, James looked back towards the girls.
"She okay Susie?" James asked his associate about the Health of his childhood friend.
"Nothing serious…just a few bruises and busted lip." Susie explained as she looked towards James.
"Great…because this next part is about the outside. And this is for her eyes too." James explained.
Amata staggered over to the chair, which had been placed in front of the desk for her. Pictures began showing up on the screen behind him. They were all from the recorded Data base of the pip-boy, and depicted bear like creatures, giant insects and monsters with huge claws. James had learned a long time ago, to record any information he could on the creatures of the Wasteland. This was partly for Moira's pet project, and partly for his own research on how to kill the monsters. Also he liked having proof of the monsters he killed, whenever he got into an argument with someone over whether or not he had killed a deathclaw.
"I lost my arm out there…." James said coldly, looking at his fake arm.
"This is a cybernetic arm, connected to my nervous system and coated in prosthetic skin so it looks natural…but that doesn't mean it feels natural." James explained outstretching his arm to showcase its realistic appearance.
Pinkerton was proud of his work, upon completion of the arm. He called it his Mona Lisa to cybernetics, whoever the hell Mona Lisa was. James was just happy to get his arm back, even if it did feel cold.
"Every now and then, I can feel my arm, my hand…My fingers twitching! It won't stop hurting… It never stops hurting." James muttered, his own words felt like a knife twisting in his gut.
"And your saying you want us to send our kids out into that?!" Mack barked in an accusative tone, as James snapped back to reality.
"NO! I want to show you what's out there..." James explained, seeing the fear and shock on Amata's face.
"What? monsters!?" Alphonse asked, awaiting the answer from the Exile.
"Yes. But there are good people out there! Safe places to live, food, and communities! Humanity!" James stated, as the door opened and Jericho entered carrying a wounded Butch. Both were escorted by Officer Gomez. Butch, on Jericho's recommendation, was drinking a bottle of whiskey to numb the pain he was in.
"That's right ya little vaultie, drink up." Jericho motivated, sitting Butch down on the couch next to Susie.
Jericho turned his attention to the kid behind the desk and the three Vaulties listening to him attentively.
"Causing trouble kid?" Jericho asked, a smile on his face.
"You know it, Old Man." James answered grinning his famous grin.
"Happy to hear it." Jericho responded, happy to see the kid alive.
"Want your shotgun back?" James asked, lifting Jericho's shotgun up.
"The fuck do you think?" Jericho asked, a hint of aggression in his tone.
Throwing the shotgun over to Jericho, Wally sighed in relief to be rid of the gun attachment on his balls.
"Treat you okay?" James asked, sitting back in his chair.
"Yeah Gonez was real Gentle. Used protection and all. Made me feel reeeeeeeeeeal special." Jericho answered, his fuck you smile present.
Both men let out a laugh that echoed in the room.
"Anything else Overseer Cole?" Gomez asked, as James decided to reward the officer.
"That will be all thanks, Sargent." James answered, dismissing his old friend.
"Susie tend to Butch." James ordered, returning to the topic at hand.
"You aren't the little kid we kicked out two years ago…." Allen Mack said, as he watched Jericho analyse his weapon.
"And now you want us to change, for your world? When our own is fine the way it is?!" Allen continued, waiting for a response.
"Shut the fuck up asshole!" Jericho barked as he knocked out both Mack's.
James took a deep sigh, stood up from his seat, and walked towards the Office window. He looked out at all the people who had gathered below, waiting for his decision as Overseer. It was ironic that not too long ago they wanted his blood, now they wanted his ruling.
"We all change… but that's good, you gotta change in order to survive…But it's important to remember who you were, all your mistakes and all your pain. All your hate and all your happiness. This is why I will never forget who I was, because I will always be who I am." James smiled as he looked out into the vault.
"And that's what I want for all of you. To evolve." James smiled, giving an appropriate answer.
There was just one more thing he had to say. Turning to Alphonse, James took a deep sigh and began to speak again.
"Alphonse…I can't tell you how long I've waited for an opportunity to wrap my hands around your throat and squeeze until your eyes popped out. But, over time….I learnt that you were not worth my time or anger. But I have one question…why do you hate me?" James asked, facing Alphonse Almodovar.
"Of course I hate you. An outsider and his son does not belong in Vault 101… Their nothing but savages with good table manners, and with that in mind you should never have gotten such a high score on the G.O.A.T. Inferior genes don't belong in the vault, and they certainly don't belong in the seat of Overseer!" Alphonse exclaimed his anger and disdain of James and his father clear to everyone present.
"That's it?! You were going to have JJ killed over grades?" Amata asked, shocked at her father's actions.
"I've heard worse reasons for trying to kill the kid, princess." Jericho said,
"Jericho…stay out of it." James said concern in his tone.
"Fucking Whatever!" Jericho announced, rolling his eyes at the Vaulties.
"He was in line for the position of Overseer! I couldn't let that happen! I saw an opportunity to fix it and took it!" Alphonse explained, trying to rationalize it.
"STOP IT!" Amata shouted in objection to her father's actions.
"Dad…How could you?" Amata asked, her eyes full of tears of disappointment.
"Amata…I..." Alphonse interrupted, before he was cut off by Amata again.
"Let me finish!...I never thought of you much as the father figure you believed you were…But I always respected you as a Leader…until now." Amata sobbed in anger, hurting her father further with words instead of actions.
"Anyone in my position would have made the same choices as I had, Amata!" Alphonse exclaimed, angered at his daughters ignorance.
"You mean mistakes! And I don't think anyone is that stupid!" Amata announced throwing her hands into the air in anger.
The room was silenced, by four shots being fired into the air from a gun.
"Ahem…Amata?" James intervened, holding his gun in hand.
"WHAT?!" She shouted, still angered at her father.
"First off, I'm sorry it's come to this. Second, do you still think it's a good idea to go out there?" James asked, having stated the question on everyone's mind.
"Why does my opinion matter?" Amata asked, as James approached her.
"Just answer the fucking question princess." Jericho said, receiving a glare from James.
Wiping a tear from her eye, James shot Amata a soothing smile. The rough skin of his hand against her face, felt soft and soothing in a paradoxical way. Then he leaned in closer to her with a faint smile on his lips.
"Whatever you decide now…I'll support one hundred percent." He said with a loving smile, as Amata gained back her confidence.
"I still think we should have the freedom to come and go as we please." Amata said, finally answering the question.
"Well that's good to hear…" James said as he walked over to his pip-boy and typed in a command.
"There we go…All the information I have about the wastes is now in your data files. That should give you a head start!" James explained as he disconnected his pip boy, and placed it back on his wrist.
"I appoint…Amata Almodovar as new Overseer of Vault 101!" James announced as he smiled at Amata.
An applause erupted from the small crowd, as James smiled clapped with the group for the new Overseer. Their cheers of congratulations washed over Amata with a new found sense of responsibility, which left a bitter taste in her mouth.
"What's your first orders as Overseer Amata?" Butch asked, as James smiled at Amata.
"It's hard to forgive what he's done…but I can see the logic in why he did it." Amata said, as James's smile turned to a frown.
"Our ways of leading may be different, but in the end he's still my father. It was his leadership that kept me inspired to become what I am now. So I have to do what's best for the Vault." Amata said as the smiles in the room faded to frowns, except for Alphonse who now wore the biggest grin of them all.
James felt that knot in his stomach again, the one he felt when he knew something bad was coming. He knew he wasn't going to like what was coming next. Amata walked over to James with a serious look on her face, but held great sadness in her eyes. What it was he did not know, but he was sure it wasn't good.
"I have to ask you to leave James…and not come back." Amata stated, her fist curled into a ball.
There it was! The swing of the axe, which dashed James's hopes of return. He was overwhelmed and left speechless, as a result of this request. Jericho didn't enjoy this victory. The kid actually looked like he was about to off himself then and there.
"What?!" Butch asked, surprised at Amata's decision.
"If you really care for the vault, you will do this!" Amata continued to the unresponsive man, trying to stay in control of her emotions.
"But that's not fair Amata…he saved us…and you!" Susie stated, standing against Amata's decision.
"I know, and don't you think this is hard for me? But if he stays there will be more fighting among the vault dwellers. This is how it has to be!" Amata explained, tears forming in her eyes.
"Two fucking peas in a vault. That's what you and your father are." James grunted, finally breaking his catatonic silence.
"Please don't make this harder than it has to be!" Amata begged as James stepped forward to Amata.
"Yes my boy…Listen to your overseer…" Alphonse said with a big grin on his face.
Silence fell over the room, as James turned to face Alphonse. Alphonse began to chuckle and laugh at the sight of James's glare. James soon began to join him, as if they had heard the same joke.
"Hey Alphonse…I fucked your daughter!" James said, halting all laughter from both sides.
Alphonse's face grew dark red, and he lunged at James with anger. Missing he turned to face James again. James greeted Alphonse with the hardest punch he could give someone, who had taken his life from him. He made sure this would knock Alphonse the fuck out.
"I'm leaving… I hope your happy Amata…you got your victory." James said, as he walked out of the Overseers office.
Dogmeat growled as he walked past Amata, following his master out of Vault 101.
Nothing was said as they walked out of Vault 101. But as he stepped off the cold blue steel into the brown dirt of the caves floor, James halted and began to speak.
"You were right…Jericho you were right." James snuffled, feeling as stupid as a molerat.
"….Kid." Jericho muttered as he approached James.
"I am brain damaged….why else would I come back?" James asked himself, pulling out his father's gun and placing it in his mouth.
"Kid don't!" Jericho barked, lunging forward to stop James.
*Click!*
James opened his eyes and realised the cylinder was empty. He dropped to his knees and began laughing like a man who had lost everything. Tears ran down his eyes as his laugh echoed into the cave.
"I can't even off myself properly!" James shouted, as he began punching the ground over and over repeating 'stupid' to himself.
Jericho kicked James in the gut and rolled him on his back. Holding his shot gun to his young friends face, Jericho was ready to kill James.
"You wanna fucking die?! I'll fucking kill you then!" Jericho glared, hurt in his tone.
"You got people who care about you, you ungrateful shit! And you wanna throw that away?! "Jericho barked as he looked down at James.
"You make me fucking sick!" He continued, spitting on the ground next to James.
"Who the fuck cares!?" James asked sitting up into the shotgun, questioning Jericho's statement.
A tongue trailed across James's face, bringing him back to the reality Jericho was talking about. Dogmeat cared about him, he cared about him so much. James cared for Dogmeat too. He cared about all his friends out in the Wasteland, and he was sure he could get some help getting over this. Dogmeat whined in concern for his master, as James hugged his dog close.
"So…do you still wanna die?" Jericho asked, as he lifted his gun from James's chest.
"I don't know…do you think that pea shooter can kill me?" James asked, a smile crossing his face.
"Hey… where do you's guys think you're going?" A voice from the vault asked, getting the attention of James.
Approaching them from the vault, was Butch Deloria and Susie Mack. Confused, James got to his feet with a bewildered look on his face.
"You're going nowhere without us assholes." Susie said, blushing as she tried to sound tough.
"You guys are sure? I mean…It's not a playground out there." James explained, hoping this wasn't some cruel joke.
"If you survived for a year bud…I think a tough as nails tunnel snake like me won't have any problem." Butch said in confidence as he and Susie stepped out of the vault.
"Fuck! This is all I need…More Vaulties." Jericho said with a smile, as he turned his back to the two.
"Shove it up your ass Jericho!" Susie barked at the old Raider.
"…Okay I like her…" Jericho said genuinely impressed with the balls on the girl.
The warning alarm began to sound, indicating the door was closing.
"Last chance to change your mind guys?" James said with a smile as he rubbed his dog.
"Not on your life." Susie said with a sheepish smile.
The vault door began to close, replaying the same sick screeching sound it had when they entered. The four watched, as the gear rolled back into place and was then pushed forward. It was now sealed away for God knows how long. James Cole Jr, his dog Dogmeat, Jericho, Susie Mack and Butch Deloria stood and stared at the Gear for a few minutes. Pulling out a cigar and lighting it with his new lighter, James turned his back to the gear shaped door, and walked towards the wooden door that exited the cave.
"Where'd ya get those kid?" Jericho asked, eyeing the Brown cylinder in the kid's mouth.
"Found em..." James muttered as he exhaled some smoke.
"Give me one." Jericho asked politely in his own little way.
"Sure." James said, handing the Raider a cigar.
"Can I get one of those?" Butch asked hoping to get one as well.
"When ya grow up, maybe." James responded, getting a laugh out of Susie and Jericho.
"Fuck you I'm as grown up as you!" Butch said as they reached the doorway.
"Sure you are Butch…" Susie said with a smile on her face.
"Oh Hey! Butch, do you remember that question you had for me? Ever get to ask Jericho?" James asked, as he recalled the question he thought Butch was joking about.
"What question?" Jericho asked as James opened the door to the Wastes.
"Well see, I heard there were dragons out there… And I want to know if you ever seen one?" Butch asked the old Raider.
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
Authors Note Cont: So this has been a long and nice run with Homeward Bound, and this is not the End of the story. A new story will be coming out as soon as A Settlement of Ants is finished up and that is significantly shorter than this one. My plan is to deviate between Timelines. Jumping back and forth from before he became a badass to his journey now. And once that is done I'll probably move on to NV. Who knows at this point in time.
Thanks for all your support and Reviews.
Thanks again. Any quests or events you would like me to add my own little twist to, PM me with the request and I will see what I come up with. Hope you enjoyed Homeward Bound.
*Update*
The direct sequel to this story is up and called Megaton stories. The link is here: s/11149694/1/Megaton-Stories
If you are interested in following James's story.
