Chapter 3

Foreword - So I finally got my computer, hopefully I can write. Unfortunately the car I was supposed to use may not be able to actually be usable, and may need to be scrapped as the cost for fixing it would be too much. This is fun… Onto the story, I will work on this as I go.

Arthur went back to the general store and bought some minor food, alongside a world map, and a general world Atlas. After paying a few dozen Lien, which the pipboy managed to give out without much issue, even converted for the proper amount. He left the store after storing the items in his 'inventory' and looked around, seeing a bar. "Well not a saloon, but close enough."

Upon entering the bar, it had AC, alongside a long bar and several tables, both had various patrons that were waiting for the heat to die down before they got out and went back to work. He went to the bar and looked at the back board, and then said "One root beer please." After getting the bottle of drink, he paid for it and sat down.

Going to an empty booth, he took off his helmet, and took a long pull from the soft drink. "Alright, let's check out the map." When he went to pull out the world map, it was missing from his item list. Looking through it, it was missing. After a second, he flipped to the data section and selected the World map. And it was fully located, with the town of Half-Moon being marked and shown on the south-western section of the world.

The world of Remnant was…strange geography wise. There was an entire continent that seemed to be a dragon for fucks sake. That one note aside, there was the three other continents that according to the atlas had the entire population of the world, alongside the small island of Menagerie. Strange how they named it after an old style zoo, but who was he to decide it. Sighing, he finished his drink, put his helmet back on and stood up, moving over to the bar. "Excuse me, ma'am?"

The barkeep turned to him. "What do you need, buddy?"

"What is the fastest way to get to Vacuo?" Arthur asked, setting the empty bottle on the counter.

As she took it, she thought it over. "Should be by the bullhead that brings supplies occasionally." She tossed the bottle into a trash can behind the bar and looked at something called a 'scroll'. "Next bullhead should be coming in around noon tomorrow." Arthur nodded and thanked her.

He left and took a walk around the small village of Half-moon. There was a well that was pulling groundwater, and next to it was a mine, for what he couldn't tell what it was exactly. There was also the bar, the store, the smith which handled some other things in the town, a sheriff's office, and the various houses in the village. It was surrounded by a stone wall that seemed to be rather thick.

As he was walking along the wall itself, he saw someone leaving in a hurry from the wall itself, a blank portion without being next to any of the watch-towers. Waiting a second for the man to be gone, he went over and looked at where he was. Looking at the spot, there didn't seem to be anything until he moved aside the sand. And yeah, there was a satchel charge. "Fucking hell."

After making sure there weren't any sort of pressure triggers, he saw that the charges were set to a timer. "Looks like it is set for…shortly after the Bullhead take off. So potential sabotage, but for what?" Standing up he disarmed the satchel and headed over to the sheriff's office.

Seeing a woman with long, golden rabbit ears sticking out of her head, dressed in a rancher style outfit that reminded him of Cass, which caused a minor ache in his heart. "You the Sheriff?" He asked, causing the woman to look up, and she had violet eyes of all things.

"Nope. I'm a deputy. Sheriff is inside. Name's Juliet Gromwell. Call me Julie. What do you need?" The rather forthcoming deputy said.

"Name is Arthur. I came from out of town, but I think there may be someone trying to take out the wall." He said as he set the disarmed charge on the railing between them. "And I'm wondering if you may know who."

Julie quickly stood up, and he noticed a rather large revolver on her hip that she immediately put her hand on. "What the hell! …Shit you ain't joking, are you?"

Arthur looked at her, and he said "I don't know about much around here, but you need the wall for defenses don't you?" He raised his hands slowly, and she relaxed slightly after a moment. "Fuck. Shit Fuck. Shit Fuck!" Julie said as she started to pace back and forth on the short porch. "I've had this job for a damn week, and now we have this! Dammit. Let me go get the sheriff.

As Julie left, Arthur looked at the disarmed bomb. The material that we used to make it was similar to C4, but red in color. Probably this Dust stuff, made into a more inert but malleable form.

Arthur heard the door open and looked up, and saw Julie and a rather rotund man that reminded him of a wealthy brahmin baron. "Alright Jules, where is this feller?" The sheriff said, looking the wrong way and then the other. "Oh! There you are, fella. Now, what is this about an explosive?"

Arthur set the opened up explosive on the wooden porch in front of him. "Found this next to the wall, after watching someone plant it. Couldn't get a solid look on them however. Want my help finding them?"

"You a Huntsman?" The Sheriff asked, and looked at Arthur. "More of a Courier, but I've been known to help with certain issues." the sheriff gave Arthur a look, and chuckled. "I'll deputize ya, and have Julie be your aid in this issue. Jules, make sure he isn't our saboteur. If there is one. I need to open the report on this." The sheriff said, handing Arthur a deputy badge. As he pocketed it, Julie was checking her revolver, which looked to be custom, compared to what the sheriff himself had.

"So I'm rather new around here. Is a huntsman something other than an animal hunter?" Arthur asked as he turned to Julie. She answered with a raised eyebrow. "Where are you from again?"

Afterword-

So…It has been awhile since starting this chapter, but running D&D campaigns and handling home issues. *smashes head into keyboard* Luckily no computer issues. Knock on wood. Review cause I need improvement, and High impact criticism is always helpful. Favorite if you want. Have a good one!