Janice and Silent Sara Chapter 3: Rough Meetings
*Tink Tink Tink*
The sound that moves the wasteland.
The caravan master slowly drops caps into Janice's hand as he counts out one hundred of them. Satisfied, Janice ties up her bag and places it inside of her vest for safe keeping. Sara winces as she approached the brahmin that has their weapons bag so she could retrieve it. Upon checking the contents, she gives Janice a nod.
They then enter the gate of Sanctuary City.
The street was lined with vendors selling their wares. The smells of various foods, such as brahmin or mole rat almost flooded the air. Other vendors were selling weapons, some good, and some rather questionable. One vendor was selling clothing and armor. He even had parts to an old T45 power armor. But the duo wasn't interested in buying things today.
The pair rented a room at a local "motel" that had a room with a door that locks. Sara then put the gun bag down and prepped the security measures. Which means it blows up if anybody but them gets inside of it. And so with the key in hand, the go across the street to the local bar called "Vaults Luck."
The bar was dimly lit inside, many different people were sitting throughout the place at old tables. The one-eyed barkeeper looks up from wiping the counter to see the newcomers. There was a radio in the corner playing Diamond City Radio. The whole place smelled of beer and regret.
"What can I do fer ya?" asked the Bartender.
"Two of your cheapest rotgut and one sweet roll if you got it," ordered Janice.
The duo then goes take a table against the wall and sit with their backs to the wall.
Sometime later a fiery redhead enters the bar. She had a rough air about her. She had on a tight vest, studded gloves, and rather snug pants that left little to the imagination. She seemed to have one purpose in mind as she strode up to the counter.
"Gimmie a sweet roll and be quick about it." she commanded.
"Sorry Cait, I already sold the last one." stammered the barkeep.
"To who then?" quizzed Cait.
"Her." said the barkeep, pointing to Sara.
Cait quickly shot a look over to Sara. Normally this wasn't an issue, she would just go about her day. But today didn't feel normal to her. She started to go over to Sara but was intercepted by Janice.
The women stood eye to eye as if sizing each other up. The bar patrons, realizing something bad was about to happen, quietly exited to the outside or leaned on the outside wall. The bartender let out a quiet curse word as he ducked behind the bar. Sara continues to eat her sweet roll watching the action unfold.
"I came for a sweet roll today and I aim to get one." sneered Cait.
"Then you gonna have to go somewhere else." Janice shot back.
"There is nowhere else that has them!" said Cait as she shoved Janice.
Janice comes back with a right cross that catches Cait's jaw, sending her crashing on a table, and shattering it. Cait immediately gets up and gives one of her own causing Janice to stumble. Cait then follows up and tackles Janice, causing a table and some chairs to break apart. Janice manages to kick Cait off causing her to land in a chair, which gave way and the two combatants trade insults and blows all the while Sara eats and finishes the sweet roll while watching the action.
Suddenly three men enter wearing the tan coats of minutemen. The one in the lead wears a hat with part of the brim pinned up on its side.
"Alright you two stop that!" he commanded as the other two men subdue Cait and Janice, with some difficulty.
Looking at the destruction caused by the two, the lead man says "Ok you two in the brig overnight."
"Aww c'mon Preston, we were just having a little fun." protested Cait.
"No Cait, You're in the brig tonight," Preston responded, "You and Your friend."
Sara jumped up and latched on to Janice's arm, holding it tightly.
"What her deal?" asked Preston.
"She wants to come with me. She doesn't like to be alone at night," answered Janice.
"Well we cant take her, she hasn't done nothing wroo…." groaned Preston as he falls to his knees with his hands between his legs.
Sara stands over the fallen man with a sour look.
"OK take her too." Preston weakly said.
