The two were quick to speedwalk towards the Wrangler and enter. Boy were they happy to see the familiar face of a fellow survivor. However, the stern look wasn't so familiar. Harley has been acting different ever since the three of them entered Freeside. It's like she's a whole new person.

At the moment, she was talking to the male bartender wearing a white suit of whatever this building was for. From the back of the bar were shelves with liquor on them and a door where a woman, who wore a black suit, walked through. She and the male bartender had a resemblance. Were they siblings? They had to be.

"Look who it is!" the woman greeted Harley. "Back to entertain for us are you?" the woman asked.

Troy and Griffon turned their heads away from the scene towards the rest of the room. There was a huge stage, obviously to perform on. In front of the stage were tables and chairs just for the audience. There were also doorways and stairs leading elsewhere in the building. Those weren't to be explored. At least not yet.

"Listen, a couple friends and I need jobs. You two got any?" Harley's voice interrupted Troy and Griffon's view of the scenery. Now the two men were backed to focusing on her and the two similar looking bartender.

The bartenders looked at each other. "You start" the woman was quick to say.

The male glanced away and scratched the back of his head. He sighed before actually speaking. "If you say so Sis" he replied like he was embarrassed.

"Ohhhh!" Troy and Griffon together interrupted.

"They were sib-" Griffon started.

"Yeah" Troy interrupted.

"Explains the lo-" Griffon would have finished, but Troy was nodding in agreement. When the two looked back at the three, they both jumped when noticing that Harley and her two former employers were staring at them.

Harley held the bridge of her nose and shook her head. "Unbelievable those two..."

"James, you start with your job" the female bartender says before walking towards the end of the counter to another register.

The male bartender looked over at Harley and sighed like he was going to regret this request. "We have had some" James paused and sighed again. "Unusual requests" he spits out. "They're from our wealthier customers" he claims. "If you can recruit escorts to match these customers'... proclivities... I'd be willing to pay you finder's fees."

Troy and Griffon looked at Harley. They didn't know what the word proclivities meant. Harley rolled her eyes and looked at James. "Can you explain to them?" she asked.

James smirked and nodded. Troy didn't like the look. He felt like the bartender was making fun of him. Griffon didn't happen to care though. The rifleman probably didn't notice the intention.

"Our wealthiest client has a thing for ghouls, and a thing for cowboys. He wants an escort who can satisfy both fetishes" James explains.

Troy and Griffon both covered their mouths to prevent themselves from laughing.

"Plenty of customers have said they'd be willing to pay extra for a suave talker, someone who can fake the 'boyfriend experience' real good" James continues. Now, the third request he struggled to spit out. He coughed to clear his throat before starting. "Lastly, there are these disgusting robot fetishists you may have heard about? Well, those creeps want a sexbot."

Now Troy and Griffon were both laughing. The suave talker wasn't all that bad, but a cowboy and a sexbot?

"Ignore them" Harley tells James. "Just keep talking."

"Right..." James says while glancing towards the two as they make a fool of themselves. "Have you even ran across a sexbot?" James asks Harley. "Not that I'd ever want one within 100 feet of me, but I gotta be a businessman about it."

Harley snickers. "Of course you do James. Either way, I'm assuming we get payed after each escort we secure?" she asks the co-owner of the Wrangler.

James nodded. "Just don't rough up the merchandise before delivery. You break it, you bought it" he says.

Harley sat up straight and stuck her nose in the air with a smirk. She was going to do some bartering now. "Surely these escorts are critical to your business. How about double the pay?" she requests.

James formed a grin. He's witnessed Harley's tricks before. "Alright, for old time sake you've got yourself a deal. Find escorts to fill the position and I'll pay double."

Harley nods at the bartender and looks at her companions who had actually stopped laughing. "I'm getting the suave talker" she decides.

Griffon actually caught on quickly. "C-cowboy ghoul!" he blurts out.

"Oh! Um..." Troy had a clear smack across the face of what job he has. "Fu-!"


"A fucking sexbot! They task me to find a sexbot!?" Troy pouts in rage. He kicks a can across the street. Harley and Griffon had left on their own to find their suave talker and cowboy ghoul. "Alright, where's Mick and Ralph again?" the courier asks himself. Troy had walked through a junk gate after asking himself that question. It wasn't even a gate. Just the door of a broken down vehicle.

"Come to Mick and Ralph's for all your shopping needs!" an advertiser hollered. The voice definitely came from a child. Troy looked over and noticed a kid spewing nonsense about this Mick and Ralph's.

"Hey Kid!" Troy calls the boy out. "Which way is Mick and Ralph's?" the courier asked.

After being given directions, Troy would make his way towards the shop. While doing so, the courier would mentally prepare himself for the request he was about to make. Poor guy is going to witness a distasteful look by the cashier. For now Troy would talk to himself to calm down, but now that the Mick and Ralph's sign was so clear, he got nervous again.

"Hey man, you lookin for a fix?" a sudden voice suddenly broke Troy's thought process. That distraction was actually a good thing on the courier's hand.

"Hm?" Troy responded not exactly sure what the settler meant. This dealer wasn't looking too good. Then again, most never look well. This one had a wrinkled face and a thin mustache. He had on cap with goggles on it and a sleeveless trench coat with a white t-shirt underneath.

"Have a look baby, I got what you need." The dealer crouched down and opened up a sack. Inside were Jets. A lot of them.

Troy blinked a few times before widening his eyes. This guy was right. He could use this right now.

"What's your name?" Troy asked.

"The name's Fixer mate" the dealer responded.

"You got a lot over here Fixer" Troy points out.

Fixer nodded. "Sure do. Made em myself. Cheaper then the usual" he adds on.

Troy grins at his new business partner. "Is that so?"


"Ha! Are you some kind of machine fetishist or something?" a caucasian man with a red checkered collared shirt asked. He also happened to have black hair running down to his neck.

"It's for the Garrets, Mick" came a response by the courier.

"It's Ralph" the cashier responded.

Troy looked confused. Clearly he switched the two brothers around. Mick was the one with shorter hair who sold useful gear. In other words, weapons. He also was the one trying not to laugh at Troy's sudden request that actually belonged to a pair of twins.

"It's for the Garrets" Troy said as a way to prevent more nasty opinions on him.

"Well, the only place I know of locally would be Cerulean Robotics, but that place has been overrun by vermin for years. If you want to check the place out, you can find it on the west side of Freeside. The entrance is on the back side of the building" Ralph informed. "Just watch out for thugs. The rats aren't the only vermin you need to worry about" the cashier added a warning.

"This seems too easy. Don't I need a holotape or something?" Troy asked.

Ralph sighed. "I don't know of any, but if you give me a few days and some caps, I think I could probably make one on my terminal" he offers.

This was a bit of a problem. Troy was suppose to make money, not spend it. Then again, to be on good terms with the Garrets will help in the future. Harley said that they could even help improve Troy's name on the streets.

"Fine" Troy gave in and handed over the caps.

Ralph smiled in amusement. It was just a humorous sight to see this deal go through. "Alright. Come back in a couple days and I should have it ready for you."

Troy nodded before exiting the building. The courier took out some jet. He already took a hit earlier, but he could use another one. Turns out Troy is addicted to brahmin shit. As the courier began to walk, something had caught his eye. Another Freeside settler actually. The dirty looking dude was waving Troy over like he needed help. When Troy showed interest by stepping towards the stranger, the man went deeper into the alleyway.

"This is sketchy" Troy muttered before cautiously following behind. At the same time the courier pulled out Lucky.

The stranger had stopped besides a couple dumpsters which brought out a foul smell. It shouldn't be odd since trash smells like trash. This trash however smelled dead.

"Check it out. Between the dumpsters there" the stranger said.

Troy turned his head and noticed a corpse. The sound of several blades unsheathing followed afterwards. The jet kept Troy calm though. Three gunshots soon filled up the alleyway before Troy walked away back onto the streets.

"Annoying ass thugs" he muttered again while making his way towards the Wrangler. For now, he's going to need to find something to do while Ralph works on the sexbot's holotape.

It was a miracle that Troy didn't encounter anymore thugs along the way. Perhaps they heard about him? Probably not. Once Troy entered Freeside's only casino, he couldn't help but be irritated at the sight of Griffon and Harley with cowboy ghoul and an older looking gentleman in a suit.

"Oh come on!" Troy couldn't help but blurt out. Everybody had faced him. Only Griffon and Harley laughed. The Garret's both had amused looks on their faces, so they knew a bit of what is going on.

Troy crossed his arms and looked at the four with a pouty look on his face. "You guys try looking for a sexbot before laughing" Troy tried to defend himself.

Griffon had managed to find a way to contain himself while Harley still childishly laughed away. "Oi, Six. I just gotta say I'm sorry" Griffon tried to sympathize.

Troy rolled his eyes before turning to leave the building.

"Ay, come on now bud" Griffon tried to call him back, but was only met with a slam by the front door. "He ain't having a good day" he says to Harley.

By now, the blonde was done with the humor. "Oh, he'll get over it. Either way, we still need more caps" she replies before looking at the twins. "Y'all know any other jobs out there?"

James looked up and rubbed his chin. "Well, the NCR have bounti-"

"Hang on James" his sister quickly interrupted. "I have some bounties now that I think of it. While your boy Troy struggles, help me out with this will ya Harley?"


"What's the big deal with the Silver Rush? Sounds like regular laser weapons to me" Troy tried aggravating the crier.

"Listen man, why don't you go talk to Gloria about that? I bet you wouldn't say that shit to her face" he concluded.

"Troy" a female called out to him. The courier turned his head to have his eyes meet with the hooker he and Griffon previously spoke to before. "You might not want to mess with them" she warned as she continued her alluring dance. Troy would be lying to claim that he was not distracted by the beautiful movement.

Troy did regain focus after a long and awkward silence. "Alright, fine" he gave in.

"That's what I thought" the crier commented. He was trying to sound intimidating, but Troy wasn't affected.

"I'll check your little shop out" the courier arranged before heading towards the building. He was sure that whatever the Van Graffs were selling, they were good quality. However, Troy's preferences do not include energy weapons. That's probably due to his cowboy like fighting style.

The moment Troy stepped to the door, he was stopped by the guard. "Hold up" he ordered. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to search you before letting you in. The only weapons allowed on the premises are the ones we're selling." The man like the crier was African, but the difference was this guy actually looked and sounded more intimidating.

Troy sighed. He really hated to give up his gear, but this was probably the only way he was going to be permitted an entrance. "Alright" the courier complied before handing the guard his weaponry.

"Don't worry, I'll keep your stuff safe" the guard promised. Troy really hoped the guy will keep those words.

Upon entering, Troy felt a more in danger compared to his last ambush in the alleyway. A total of four guards dressed in black painted combat armor and armed with energy rifles were in the way of both the passageways Troy needed to take to get to the shop's counter. In front of him was a fence where he could see the entire situation go down. It appears that this was a business meeting and seeing how guards are posted, something was going to go wrong. Still, this entire scene doesn't really tell Troy whether there was something of interest for him. He looked at one of the guards, wanting to know what the big deal is.

The man shook his head while keeping a stern look on his face. "The bosses are having a meeting. You'll have to wait until it's over."

Troy found this bizarre. Aren't these guys suppose to run a business? Why a meeting in the middle of store ours. "Well how long is this going to fucking take?" he outrageously asked.

His question was met with a few chuckles by a couple of the other guards. The that spoke to him formed a devilish grin. "Sooner than you think" he replied. Troy didn't like the sound of that. The way the man said that reminded the courier of the raiders he encounters.

All Troy could do now was either wait or leave. There wasn't much else to do though other than gamble. It sucks that Troy needs to wait until Ralph finishes up with the sextape. Troy still shivers at the thought of the final product.

"Ms. Van Graff, my associates and I have decided that we wish to renegotiate the terms of our deal." Troy looked at the other side of the fence that separated the platform he stood on and the main area of the Silver Rush. There was a much taller looking guard and a woman wearing a light blue attire that could be used for both formal events and combat, both of African decent. Alongside them were two businessmen. If it weren't for the building's dim lighting Troy would have an easier time noticing the details of their looks.

"Might I ask for what reason? The shipment was delivered. The guns were tested before leaving this facility" the woman responded to the well suited man. Now it was clear who the negotiators were. Almost. The other businessman was oddly standing farther away than the other three.

From the looks of it, the man the woman was talking too started to adjust the collar of his suit. Clearly he was nervous for whatever reason. "Regardless, we feel that the quality of the weapons is below expectation, and hoped to adjust the price accordingly. The entire building went silent for a very long moment. It was pretty scary, but Troy alongside the other guards were interested in how this conversation is going to continue.

The woman then started snickering before transforming it to regular laughter. "Ah, I think I understand what the issue is. Excuse me for a moment, would you?" She didn't even give the businessman she spoke to time to reply before turning towards the guard beside her. By now Troy could tell where this was going. The nod she made to the guard was a dead giveaway. "Do it" she ordered.

Her henchman didn't even hesitate. There was no way anybody could react in time to stop the man from firing a blast from the laser rifle towards the poor businessman's partner. It was pretty impressive that a single shot vaporized the guard's victim to the point that all that was left was a pile of dust. Troy is far from an energy weapons user, but he had to admit that the quality of that laser rifle was impressive. Now hopefully the rest of the rifles of the same model being sold is the same quality.

The main businessman was by now terrified. He looked at what had become of his partner with a fearful expression. "Never break faith with the Van Graffs, Mr. Soren" the Silver Rush leader said as the man continued to look at his now deceased partner. "I expect you'll have the rest of our payment tomorrow morning" she demanded as she walked back behind the store counter. All Mr. Soren could do was timidly nod in agreement before hurrying out of the building. The guards gave a bit of room for the terrified man to leave. Every one of them gave a threatening glare as Mr. Soren passed by. "Okay everyone, shows over. Back to work!" the woman in charge hollered. Everybody of course had gotten the message as everyone would spread out away from the door.

"Okay..." Troy mumbled. Just like a lot of experiences he had in the Mojave, this was very random. No matter though. The courier could still find use for this place. He'd walk down towards where the woman was selling her fine merchandise. As he walked up to her, he noticed the guard that shot the other business man. Apparently staring at the man had pissed him off.

"Get the fuck away from me" the guard aggressively lashed out. "The last man who bothered me 'volunteered' to help test our weapons."

The man's attitude already pissed Troy off. How big to threatened a man that was required to be disarmed before entering the place. Troy opened up his mouth to make a smartass remark, but realized that was a bad choice due to the huge disadvantage he has. Nobody else even tried to stop the guard's behavior. "I noticed" was all he managed to get out. He then walked towards the woman, ignoring the aggressive guard. That probably pissed him off, but that would only satisfy Troy.

"Welcome to the Silver Rush, where only top of the line energy weapons can be found. What can I do for you?" she greeted. It was much more polite compared to her asshole guard, but this was probably so they can keep Troy as a potential customer. Troy already didn't want to be here, so he turned to walk away.

"Not even going to say anything to the woman!?" the aggressive guard snapped again.

Troy sighed and glanced over. "I'm no longer interested in anything here" he simply responded. This made Troy receive a growl from the tall guard. Apparently he looked ginormous now that Troy stood right in front of him. The courier would already felt inferior due to possessing a much tinier frame.

"Hm" the woman crossed her arm. "I've got a position that opened up recently. We currently need another boy to guard the entrance outside."

"What? Really Gloria? This pussy?" the tall guard turned towards his boss in shock. Troy lightly groaned at how disrespectful this guy is. Thankfully the woman ignored the tall guard, not willing to let him push her around.

"Think you can handle that?" she asked Troy.

Troy was hesitant at first since he already hated this place. However, he, Griffon, and Harley could really use the caps to enter the Strip. Plus, he really wanted to prove this fucker wrong. Freeside was sure to have thugs that would break into this place right? Maybe Troy can show off. "Alright, count me in" he accepted the offer. Nobody seemed at all impressed unfortunately.

"Wonderful. I already have a man outside who can show you the ropes and get you set up. His name is Simon" Gloria started to explain. "He's been with the family for years, so listen to what he says, and follow his instructions" she informs.

Troy nodded before turning and walking towards the exit. He exited the building, and turned towards the guard who was supposedly Simon. He must have been dozing off since he didn't even notice Troy leave. A typical guard persona. "Hey" Troy alerted him.

Simon jumped before quickly turning towards Troy. "Welcome to the Silv- ah crap, don't tell me you're my new guard."

Troy felt genuinely offended by the insult. Why do these pricks hate him so much? Is it his looks? Maybe his scar? Troy took in a deep breath before letting it out. It's so unfortunate Lucky isn't in his holster. These guys would be dead. "Looks like you're stuck with me" Troy replied. 'You little shit' he thought.

Simon shrugged as if it were no big deal despite just now insulting the courier. "I've been paired with worse, I guess. Anyway, let's see if you can follow instructions. You'll be covering the other side of the door there. Take your position while I get your stuff out" he ordered Troy. For now, Troy was just going to do what he was told until he's out of this mess. Just like requested, Troy stood at the opposite side of the door. "Good. Look and get a feel for where customers and risks can enter" Simon told Troy while still grabbing gear from the metal footlocker. At first, Troy thought it was a dumb idea, but figured that thugs can jump out of the alleyways and debris when least expected.

"Okay, now let's get you geared up. First, your armor" Simon says as he gave Troy the same black combat armor all the other Silver Rush guards wore, which he'd start to put on as Simon explained some more needless stuff. "Standard issue is your run-of-the-mill combat armor, with a nice dark coat of paint for both brand recognition and sheer intimidation value." Just how the Van Graffs judged him, Troy judged the armor, but kept all thoughts in his head. So these guys were really going to call the color black their brand? Why black of all colors? So original.

"Next, your weapon. Guards are required to use rifles. Anything lighter compromises your combat effectiveness. Anything heavier and people are too scared to come in the door." What ridiculousness. People are going to be too scared to come back once they meet that tall fucking asshole of a guard inside. "Laser or plasma?" Simon asked.

Troy blinked a few times. Did he really have to use a energy weapon. "Wait, I can't get my old weapons?" he asked.

"No."

"Wh-"

"Just choose one!" Simon interrupted.

Troy growled before making a quick decision. "Plasma." He's seen laser weapons more often then those, so it'd be nice to use something that rarely shows up in his life.

Simon smiled. Apparently Troy picked the right choice, or so it seems. "Nothing wrong with going plasma. Just make sure you hit what you're aiming at" Simon commented. Troy questioned that remark. Was that suppose to mean plasma weapons are inaccurate? As in, Troy should have picked the other option?

"Now that you're equipped, a quick word on the job at hand" Simon continued to talk. "In a nutshell, we're here to keep the riff-raff away. Drunks, punks, and capless vermin are to be turned away. Potential customers are to be permitted normal entrance." he explained.

Troy slowly nodded. "Make sense" he agreed with Simon's way of doing things. Simon unfortunately still was not finished. Troy was honestly starting to get tired of all of this. The Freeside thugs should use this opportunity to attack, but chances are they still see the Van Graffs as a threat, so they aren't even around to know how vulnerable the front door guard currently is. By now Troy knew that it was a big mistake to accept this stupid job.


The entire experience was just how Troy expected it the moment it started. Bloody terrible... It felt like no matter what he did, he was wrong. There was no encouragement whatsoever when a Troy encouraged a gambler from the Wrangler to enter, after the man complied with every one of Troy's command. Apparently Troy was sloppy when a bum tried to resist the search, so the courier shot the fucker in the head. He swore he's going to kill Simon and the rest of the Van Graffs. The worse part was when he supposedly ended up having a potential customer lose interest. Well how the hell is it Troy's fault that the man didn't want to let Troy and Simon search his body. It's not like Troy was very happy to let Simon search his body. The Silver Rush is just a bunch of bitches. Then some King bastard came to talk to Simon. It was clear they were buddies, so Troy tried to steer clear away from the conversation. However, the greasy haired bastard wanted the courier to flirt to Gloria for him. Of course, Troy wouldn't agree to such a stupid request.

Once the shift was over, Troy was more than glad. The caps unfortunately were not very worth it. Especially after that tall thug scolded him for his 'mediocre' work. What made it worse was that Gloria fucking fired him! Apparently she found somebody 'better' than him. Troy of course disagreed. He'd of love to see how well that new recruit could handle him in a one versus one. By this point, Troy was done with the Van Graffs. He completely rejected an offer from Gloria to deliver something. These people sucked.


"Oi! Troy!" a loud knock woke the poor courier up. He sat up and looked towards his room door which soon was bashed open by an angry blonde.

Before things began to escalate, Troy noticed a blush on Harley's cheeks. It didn't take the courier long to realize the reason behind it. He began to notice a cold and bare feeling on his skin. As he looked down, he noticed that he was shirtless. In fact, the other lower half of him which was under the covers was also without apparel. Troy froze for a second as he began to hear soft breathing right next to him. As he turned his head, he was shocked to see another figure resting almost soundlessly right next to him. Troy rubbed his eyes before taking in a second look. This appears to be the exotic dancer that advertises the Wrangler at the corner of the street. Another way to say it, Harley's friend.

Troy was about ready to freak out and try Harley down, but the door soon shut, leaving him and his one night stand alone. "What the hell just happened?" Troy asked himself. The last thing he remembered last night was ordering a bunch of drinks. This was his first hangover in a damn while. Or perhaps it actually is his first? The courier really doubts that possibility though.

Anyways, Troy has shit to do. Harley probably woke him up since she and Griffon both are getting impatient with his progress. After gearing up, he went out towards the bar to rendezvous with them. This was going to be a really awkward meet up. Well, that's what Troy thought. Upon meeting up with his small party alongside the owners of the Wrangler, only one of them had on a look of disappointment and embarrassment. That person being Harley, the one that woke Troy up. Meanwhile, Griffon had on this happy and proud look while the two bartender twins didn't seem to care. This type of shit must have been normal for the two.

"So why'd you wake me up?" Troy asked while stretching and yawning. He didn't know why he asked since he already knew the answer to the question. Perhaps having just got up caused him to act on instincts. That question ended up as the first thing that popped into the courier's mind.

Harley groaned. She was still annoyed at the sight she just witnessed. Two of her very good friends just slept with each other and it appears that at least one of them doesn't remember shit. "Just go get the sex bot already" she ordered.

Griffon and both Garret twins couldn't help but chuckle at the demand. While Griffon attempted to poorly disguise his reaction, James and Francine didn't even think about hiding their's. The amusement of the three only pissed Harley off a little more. Troy figured that it was time for him to go. "Right, I"ll see you guys in an hour or two" he says his farewell to the four before exiting the Freeside casino. Once outside, Troy sighed as he tried to remember the night before. "What a terrible hangover" he mumbles while getting out a pack of cigarette and his lighter. He'd light the cancer stick as while walking towards his objective.

The path toward Mick and Ralph's wasn't hard to remember. Especially with all the criers around the large slum. Troy was really hesitant to enter the shop, but he needs to hurry up and get this bullshit over with. The courier will use his revenge on Benny as his motivation. Just thinking about the privileged looking bastard helped him enter and face Ralph. His entrance brought on amused looks from the two brothers.

"Alright let's just get this over with" Troy snapped. He knew why they were laughing. Who wouldn't after all? "Is the holotape ready?" Troy asked the merchant.

Ralph nodded as he stood with that same grin formed on his face. "Yep, here you go. You'll need to use a terminal to upload the data to the robot" he'd inform the courier.

"Alright, thank you" Troy thanked before saying his farewells.

The encounter was not as embarrassing as Troy thought. Well, perhaps he thought that too soon. Mick just had to make a comment. "Hey, let me know how the ride goes." Troy shot a glare back at the gun merchant who only laughed at the reaction. This wasn't worth the trouble. Troy left and made his way towards his brand new destination. Cerulean Robotics was the location that James informed Troy about. Somewhere towards a more secluded side in Freeside. That location wasn't too assuring since the place was filled with thugs. Hopefully its noticeable how well armed Troy is. Still, he made sure to keep an eye out while heading towards the robotics building. The trip took longer than he wanted due to all the debris piling up alongside all the broken down buildings. Shortcuts were very hard to find.

Before entering the building, Troy pulled a combat knife and his trusty and unique .308 revolver. The gunsling courier made sure to keep Lucky aimed while having his blade ready to stab something that was a bit too close. The interior of the building was very open and dusty. Sure, it was messy and all, but all the furniture remained intact. Well, most of them at least. The cloth and wood on the couches and chairs were torn with many bite marks. Large bite marks. The sight was unsettling. Suddenly, the sound of scurrying and scratching alerted Troy. He pointed his revolver towards a doorway. There were glowing eyes in many of the corners. After blinking a couple times, the small four legged figures revealed themselves. This building was filled with giant fucking rats.

Troy was a bit relieved though. These buggers were really easy to deal with. A single bullet was all that was needed to take them out. After using an entire clip, Troy switched to his combat knife. It's better to conserve his bullets. After killing off a few of the mutated creatures, Troy could confirm that the area was going to be clear. Now he was able to get a clear view of the details of the room. The place was filled with a bunch of scraps. Junk which were both useful and useless. Only one thing was useful to Troy right now, and that was the one sealed up Protectron sealed up towards the end of one of the rooms. This area must have been the workshop. There was a conveyor belt, a few workbenches, and a whole lot of scrap metal. Troy approached the Protectron and noticed a terminal attached to the wall besides it. This must have been the computer Ralph needed Troy to go to.

Thankfully hacking wasn't needed. That was more of a Harley type job. All Troy needed to do was load up the lewd holotape given by Ralph. After a few more clicks on the terminal, the Protectron's seal opened up.

"Fully Integrated Security Technetronic Officer active and reporting for duty" the metal figure announced in its robotic and monotone voice.

"Uh... okay" Troy awkwardly replied. "Let's shorten that a bit" Troy replied while thinking up a name. He thought about the first letter of each word of the very long name of the robot. Troy pressed the palm of his hand to his head when thinking the name it spelled out. It shouldn't be a problem though. This is a sexbot after all. "Let's call you Fisto."

"Yes, sir! Fisto reporting for duty" Fisto replied. The voice sounded a bit more excited. It was a weird tone coming from something robotic. "Please assume the position" the sex crazed robot requested.

Troy thought he didn't hear that right. It took a while for the courier to process the request. He then flipped shit when understanding everything. "Wait, what!? No! Hell no!" Troy aggressively refused.

"I am programmed for your pleasure. Please assume the position" Fisto asked again.

Troy pulled out Lucky and pointed at the bot. "Listen your sex addicted motherfu-"