"Hotel Rexford. Great memories here." "Oh, yeah?" "Yeah." "...Alrighty, then. So, where can we find this guy?" I observed the lobby of the Rexford. Dark, and gloomy as always. Walking up to the receptionist, I noticed it was a young girl, about twenty-five, looking bored as her dark brown eyes watched me saddle up. "Hey, sweetheart, I'm looking for Marowski. Know where I can find him?" She scoffed, turning her attention to Courier, who was walking up beside me. "Uh, hello, what does that mean? I need to talk to Marowski, where can I find him?" She rolled her eyes, sighing as she turned back to me. "Listen, Romeo, if Marowski needed to talk to you, I would know. He would tell me. But he didn't. And you're definitely not one of those little gangsters that works for him-" "What makes you say that?" "...Are you serious? I have other guests to attend to, so could you please walk out back the way you came? You'd have better luck finding him out there than in here." "Listen, get Marowski down her-" "Kid! Why are we even trying this?" "What do you mean?" "This diplomacy shit. It worked for an army, but this is just one guy, let's just go in, fuck her." She gasped, looking offended. "Excuse me, gentlemen, don't make me have security escort you off the prem-" She was knocked back, splattering the wall behind her in blood. Two more shots, and she was no more. I watched as she hit the ground, mentally laughing at how he could just shoot someone like that. Still, three bullets left, shit. Life is amazing isn't it? How? In just three pulls of a trigger, an entire LIFE was just ended...Ain't it weird? ...I try not to think about it too much. We stood in the lobby, the other patrons looking at us in shock, watching as their receptionist was just gunned down in cold blood. "Hey! Who the fuck are you t-...Holy shit..." I looked up, seeing Marowski taking a step back from the balcony, and looking at his bodyguard. He gestured to us. "What are you waiting for?! Get him." "B-But-" "Go!" Marowski threw his cigarette off the balcony, and spat on the ground, as the guard rushed over to the stairwell.
"You rat fuck." "Now, I know you ain't talking to me." Courier looked between the two of us and threw his hands up. "That's your guy's beef." He rushed over to the stairwell, intercepting the terrified looking guard, easily pushing him back, and disappearing behind the wall. I turned my attention back to the scowling Marowski. "You know what you did to my business?" "Probably not." "With my number one dealer scared to death because of you, she stopped selling all together! Instead, she took the product, and started helping herself..." I shrugged. "And?" "She overdosed, moron! Taking my product with her! And the news of the docks got out, bloodbath, the triggermen are afraid to even travel near Diamond city because of that stunt!" "This is supposed to be bad for me?" "All I know, is that you are linked to that, and everyone knows, asshole! You're gonna fucking pay!" Reaching behind his back, he drew a pistol, but I already was aiming down the sights. I fired twice, but only one hit. His shoulder ripped open, blood leaking from his wound, but his other hand raised up, along with his revolver, firing, and grazing me in the side of the stomach, before falling backwards into his chair. I winced in pain, holding my side. One bullet left. Better hope he has less.
I hobbled my way to the staircase, feeling the warm sensation on my palm made my breathing start to get ragged and my heart rate speed up. "C-Courier!" I stepped over the dead body of Marowski's henchman, resting against the wall, before heading up the final steps. "Hold him down!" I threw off my coat, as the Courier grabbed at Marowski, holding him in his chair, and giving him a brutal headbutt, stopping his attempt at escape. I sat down in the opposite chair, trying to examine my wound. "He tag you?" "J-Just a scratch..." There was a moment's silence, as the Courier looked at me, then looked down. "I...I guess it's your time then..." I held the revolver in my hand. The weight seemed to increase since the bullet grazed me. Marowski looked at me with genuine fear in his eyes. "Scared?" "No...Excited, because...If I die...You know what happens, don't you?" "Probably not." "F-Freddy...He's gonna tell the whole gang about what you did...And they're gonna tell the whole city...And they're gonna tell the mayor." "Y-...Your point?" His fear faded...It seemed more like mischief than anything else. "He's gonna take you down, and if he doesn't, his city will do it for him, whether he likes it or not...An innocent receptionist, first day on the job, too...Plus, Goodneighbor's saint. All gunned down in less than forty seconds...So, shoot me. But remember, in reality, I've already won...Ha...haha..." He stopped rubbing his head, instead spreading his arms, challenging me to shoot him. "Do it! Kill me!" I looked towards the Courier, who seemed indifferent to this whole thing. "Fuck it. Do what you think is right." What I think is right, huh? "What is the best option here, kid?! Taking a drug dealer off the streets, or leaving him there, poisoning the youth with chems?!" Marowski cracked a smile. "C'mon...Do it...Please." I smiled, alongside with him. "I aim to please..." I lifted the revolver, aiming it right between his eyes...I sighed, as I pulled the hammer back...And exhaled again, as I pulled the trigger.
"You shouldn't have killed him." "Fuck off." "Hahaha...What the hell is gonna happen when we get back there?" "I don't know, but we're gonna need to get to the Truck Stop and meet up with my friend, Preston. He'll help us." "Man, I hope so..." "You in?" "Don't got anything better to do." "Well, okay then." We continued our walk through the run down, filthy streets outside of Goodneighbor. Gonna be a long walk...
We stepped into the stop, noticing Preston leaning over the counter. Seeing me, he clasped my back, and gave me a nod of respect. "Garvey. This is Courier. He's gonna help us with this thing of ours." He eyed up the Courier, each one studying the either. "Courier, huh? Too afraid to use ya real name?" Courier half-chuckled at that. "I don't know how old you are, but obviously I'm more experienced if you think using your real name is a good idea." "Not even about experience. Triggers don't care about how much experience the user has when they get pulled." "And my piece has enough experience to know that I could kill both of you in a matter of seconds if you two don't shut up and listen." The men settled down, and I laid out my plans. "So, Preston...The minutemen." "I'm familiar." "They need weapons, ammunition. And I can get those. I'll have it delivered by tomorrow. And I gotta have a talk with one of my friends..."
"Ah!" I was thrown to my knees in front of the man. I could've killed every single person in this room, but I needed them to feel in power. Helped negotiations go smoother. "Well, well, well. I thought we'd never meet again." "Neither did I...At least, I hoped not." My escort piped up. "He walked up to us with his hands up. Didn't put up a fight or nothing. Wanted to talk to you." "Oh, really?" "Yeah...I'm sure you don't get many second dates." He laughed. "You'd be smart to think that. So, you wanna talk, let's talk. I don't get many friendly visits, so I assume you want to talk...Business."
"And after that, Courier's gotta say hello to some old friends. "
"This is a very stupid idea." "You're not the one with a bomb on your neck, so just do your fucking job." He sighed. "Yes, Paladin." I looked over at the courier, he was fuming at the recruit's incompetence. "You fuckers strapped one on me for a week, you sure must know how to disable it."
"I know a couple people there, sure." "And after that..."
"Hey!'' The annoyed guard walked back into our room. "Yeah?" "Look!" I walked over to where the Courier was fake sleeping, grabbed him by the shirt, and threw him on the ground. I started wailing on his face, as the guard rushed over to the entrance. "Hey! Break it up!" As soon as I heard the jingles of keys, I knew it was time to act. He stood above us, and grabbed me by the shoulders, trying to throw me off. The Courier stood up, and charged at me, pushing both me, but mostly the guard, into the walls of the cell. "Oof!" He slid down, and I took that time to muffle his mouth, as I slammed his head full force against the cell again. Grabbing the keys, and the gun, we unlocked our restraints, and headed into the main room of the lockup. There were about ten guards, standing around, bullshitting, and telling exaggerated stories. I gave a slight nod. We couldn't simply sneak by them...
"I made a fail-safe bag stashed in Kellogg's hiding place. I should have enough ammunition to give you guys."
"This shit can supply a small army like the minutemen." "You sure? I don't want the day to come, and we're all standing around throwing our guns at the enemy." "Well, you could throw up some grenades and hit them like baseballs."
"I'll make it back to Sanctuary, and we'll start the assault." "Yeah, okay, so what should I tell them, that we're just gonna go take down an entire city, and become the new power?" I smiled, looking between courier and Preston. "Yes...That's exactly what you should tell them...And if you don't tell them, I will. This city will be ours. It will be mine, courier's, Piper's, and yours. And nothing will stop me. Nothing will stop us. Not the Brotherhood...Not the Raiders...Not Goodneighbor...I'll make sure the minutemen get the fame they deserve, Preston...And they will recognize us as their leaders." I looked outside the window, out into the desolate wasteland. "It's chess on their checkers board. Mobsters vs Gangsters. The good guys vs the bad guys...It'll be World War three, when I go after the Institute, and I'll make them pay, for what they did to my wife...Now...We have work to do...Don't we?"