Alright, last chapter Shamus joined Night Raid and gave them a brief run down on his world. Now it's really time to get into the episodes. Now before we start, a response to the reviews of Ediros.

Screw you. At first I was trying to appease you, and build on the critiques you gave me. Now you're just being a dick! In case you haven't noticed, the entirety of the fallout series is equal parts gruesome and goofy, sad and silly, heart breaking and clever. To deny the Wander and Survivor who they are is going against the entire mood of the game. So goodbye.

Now that I got that out of my system, let's begin. Though I must warn anyone with a weak stomach to beware.

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Ch. 4 On The Job

I may be on the side of the angels, but do not for one second think I am one of them.

-Sherlock Holmes

Shamus

The next day, Tatsumi was assigned to be trained by Akame. Being the supportive person that I was, (and wanting to see how he would embarrass himself) I followed him.

His first task, as expected was cooking. Just about every green NCR soldier was forced to make some sort of meal for his squad. Both as a hazing and seeing whether or not they liked his cooking and whether or not to be the designated chef. It seemed to be no different here.

After several days of eating meals prepared by the boy, I could say one thing for certain. In my personal opinion, it gave the Ultra Lux's meals a run for their money.

I was watching both Akame and Tatsumi as they fixed another meal while wearing aprons. Considering that that was the only thing he had done, he was rightfully pissed. It also seemed that Akame had put herself in charge of the food, dragging the boy into her duties. It also became apparent that the deadly assassin was a bit of a glutton.

"Your in charge of the food so you can snack on everything, huh?" Tatsumi asked.

"No, of course not." She defended. Though it didn't really help she was snacking on grapes as she said it.

"Don't bother kid, she's a food addict. Nothing'll stop them from getting what they want. Hell, I have a buddy who's addicted to Nuka Cola, a drink from my world. He once stabbed a guy who tried to steal some from him." I said. It never ceased to amaze me what people could get hooked on.

"That outfit really fits a Newbie like you." The voice of Pinky said. Turning, I saw the girl, Bulat, Sheele and Lubbock standing in the doorway. All looked set and ready to travel.

I raised an eyebrow. "You four going somewhere?"

"Yeah, we're going out on an emergency assignment." Bulat answered.

Tatsumi lowered his kitchen knife and started pleading with them. "An assignment? But what about me! You guys haven't let me do anything, hell not even Shamus is allowed!"

It was true, Najenda hadn't deemed it fit to allow me to go out on a mission. I had always had a wanderlust, being stuck here with little action was making me…irritated. That is never a good thing for anyone. The only thing keeping from just leaving on my own to visit the city and find a few targets of my own were the sparring sessions with Night Raid.

It started out as a few taunts from Leone about only being able to hit her because she hadn't seen me coming. To prove it, she challenged be to a match. Deciding to at least do something, I agreed. No weapons and no imperial arms, only fists. It didn't last long. I had frequently sparred with Veronica, the self proclaimed Punching Queen and had put her on her ass. This was no different.

I even let her use that belt of hers, Lionell, the thing that allowed her to transform into a cat woman. The result was of course still the same. She got a drastic increase in strength but also increased her blood lust as well. If out of control, you get sloppy, make mistakes and are far more predictable. Though I had to give her credit for determination, she still challenged me sometimes.

My other spars were with Bulat, and those gave me more of a challenge. Deciding to forgo any weapons besides the staff, we went until we, well he, got tired. I had yet to master the spear, merely adept. My experience with the weapon mainly came from dealing with the Ghost people of the Sierra Madre. I planned to correct that.

Anyways, it seems Tatsumi's question had simply given Mine another chance to insult him. "A newbie like you couldn't handle it, so why don't you just stay here and keep on chopping those cucumbers, since that's all it is your good for. Plus, the hobo hasn't done anything other than follow you around. I don't see why we would need him now. Now see ya newbie." She said walking away with the rest of the group.

Tatsumi was not happy. If that look he was sending Pinky's way meant anything, he looked' to quote Cass 'ready to stab at bitch.'

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Later that day, Akame decided actually train the kid. I followed them to a small beautiful lake with a waterfall. These people have no clue how good they have it here, even with the Empire as it is. If this were Earth, lots of people would gladly commit mass murder just to see, let alone live in a place like this. Though I particularly didn't care. The wastelands were my home, and that's where I'd rather be. Not many ever understood the savage beauty that I saw, then again, not many would gladly walk into the storm ridden Divide with a smile. Especially considering I was the one who accidentally created that new level of hell.

Akame put down her bag and started undressing. "Today, we'll gather our prey from this lake." Though I thought it funny when Tatsumi scrambled backwards and covering his eyes as Akame took off her top, only to see she was wearing a white bikini.

Ignoring Tatsumi, the girl made her way to the edge of the cliff. "Today our objective is Koga Tuna. This is the best spot for them."

"Aren't those the mysterious, rare and vigilant fish? Those things are supposed to be extremely hard to catch, even knowing to avoid hooks and nets." Tatsumi said.

Akame wasn't listening and dove into the water below. She hadn't been in five seconds before she started throwing several fish up to us and in her basket.

"Well, no one can say she isn't efficient." I commented.

She broke the water and started giving orders. "Dive into the depths of the lake and mask your presence. The moment your prey comes by, attack. Commitment is key. Can you do it?"

"Bring it on!" Tatsumi said throwing off his upper clothes.

"And would you like to train as well Shamus?"

I thought about it before shaking my head. "Nah, stealth isn't my forte, as you know I am not a subtle man. Besides, I can catch plenty from up here."

Bring up my pipboy, I reatomized the AER14 laser rifle. When dealing with water, bullets tend to lose velocity and go off course, plasma disperses more easily and explosives were to imprecise. Heat and light based laser beams had no such trouble.

Making out the faint silhouettes, I took aim and….

PWEEEM! PWEEEM! PWEEEM!

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The meal we made with the fish was nice. Unfortunately for the country boy, he only caught two. Akame and I caught the same amount, though mine had the good fortune of already be cooked when I pulled them out of the water. Over all far, more tasty than lakelurk meat.

Leone was ribbing Tatsumi while Akame was saying how he still had much to learn. For some reason, she was holding the fishes head in her gans while looking into its eyes.

What an odd girl.

Najenda finished her meal, dropped the small talk and then got down too business. "Alright, now then. Leone, let's hear your job."

"Okay," Leone reached into a nearby bag and pulled out two sketches. "The targets this time are Ogre, of the Imperial Police, and Gamal, an oil merchant." Ogre was a tall brutish looking man with few dreadlocks and his left eye gone, replaced with two crossing scars. Gamal, was, well, whatever he was he was ugly as shit.

"According to our client, Gamal constantly commits crimes, and pays Ogre bribes to keep him off his back. When ever he's paid off, Ogre fabricates lies and frames someone else. The clients fiancé was framed and sentenced to death." Leone reached back and pulled out a coin purse. "This is the payment. When I talked to her, I sensed pain….she probably sold herself many times to earn this." She grimaced.

Definitely not the most safe or pleasant way to earn money.

"Have you verified the case?" Najenda asked.

"I checked with my own eyes and ears. They're guilty."

"Well, that's all I needed to hear." I said standing up. "I say we take out the trash."

"Agreed" Najenda said lighting a cigarette. "We won't need any abhorrent garbage in our new country. We shall bestow divine punishment.

"Gamal the merchant should be easy, but Ogre will be a formidable opponent." Leone said. "Ogre, the demon. He's a highly skilled swordsman and even criminals fear him. Normally he's surrounded by lackeys and is never alone. Not only that he's cautious. When accepting money, he invites Gamal into his room. When he's off duty, he drinks on main street. The problem is the police are strictly in the vicinity of the palace. It'd be to dangerous for Akame since her face is well known."

"Well, that leaves two options. We either cut him down in the street along with his guards, or lure him away into some back ally and kill him there." I said earning a nod from Najenda.

Leone raised her hand excitedly. "Hey, I'm not on any wanted posters!"

"Are you up to it?"

"The stronger the enemy, the more I'm up for it!" She bragged. I just smirked.

"Really? Want to spar right now?" flashing her a smile as she paled and scooted away. "Maybe not right now." She said in a meek voice.

Akame spoke up, "Why not wait for Mine and the rest?"

"We don't know when they'll return right? Then let's do it ourselves!" Tatsumi said getting pumped up.

This just caused Najenda to smile. "Oh, so your saying you'll defeat Ogre?"

"Oooh, that was some big talk there." Leone smirked.

"I like that idea. Tatsumi, your a pretty good swordsman, if you catch him off guard you'll be set. Plus, it'll be a good experience."

Akame didn't seem to like the idea. "This is beyond him. And I do not mean his skills. I mean he won't be able you make the kill."

"But I have experience…" He started.

"You swung your sword in hatred when you killed the girl. Are you saying you can kill without hesitation, at any time?"

Yes.

This question just got a rise out of the boy. "Even while we sit here, others may be getting framed, right? Then I'll do it. Loved ones taken away for such stupid and selfish reasons. I don't want anyone else to feel this way!" He said with true determination.

"Alright Tatsumi, use that drive, and eliminate Ogre." Najenda said while Leone congratulated the boy. "Now Akame and Leone you eliminate the oil merchant. Shamus you-"

"I'll head over and break into Ogre's office." I interrupted and caught the boss by surprise.

"Why?"

"Simple. If Ogre is on the take for Gamal, who else is he covering for? If he's as cautious as you say, then he's most likely kept a ledger detailing whos been bribing him. That way incase some one ever tried betray him, he could have plenty of blackmail on them. We might want to know who else is trying to cover up their dirty deeds."

"Good idea. If you find any evidence then I give you the freedom to send them to their eternal punishment."

Nodding, I brought up the pipboy and this time my body was bathed in light. When it faded, my regular attire was replaced with dark brown long coat, olive colored pants, bandoliers, and dark green armor on my legs, body and arms. Clipped to the belt was a rather intimidating green helmet and metal gas mask with blood red optics that glared at everything that encompassed it's gaze.

Obviously my comrades took a surprised step back. "What?! You can carry armor as well and equip it in an instant?" Najenda asked.

"Yep. This Beauty is simply called the Elite Riot Armor. This was some of the best prewar gear around, designed for the police force of one of the most crime ridden cities of America. It can stop blades, lasers, plasma and bullets, only the most powerful weapons and sharpest of claws are getting past this baby. It also comes with a built in radio, flash light, and can allow the user to see at night. Strong, yet light, and extremely versatile." I stated with no small amount of pride.

Reaching down, I unclipped the helmet and put it over my head. It connected with a hiss as the red lenses lit up. When I spoke, it came out through the voice filters, adding an unnatural ring to my voice. "Now how about we get to work."

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Creeping along the darkened hallway of the police headquarters, I considered the men here lucky they were drunk off their asses. They were completely intoxicated and had no idea I was here, had they been sharp enough to spot the armored man sticking to the shadows would have forced my hand.

Making my way to Ogre's office without any trouble, I got to work and ransacked the place. It was small but luxurious, purple carpet covering the floor and furniture that probably cost more than some people's houses. I cut open the chairs and couches, went through his drawers and oak desk. Found several empty whisky bottles, a few coins I pocketed and reports that he arrested several women and had 'interrogated' them. I was about to give up on the ledger, when I stepped on something that far more solid then the wooden floor.

Pulling back the carpet, there built into the floor was a steel door with a hole the perfect size and shape for a key.

Hidden safe, of course.

Pulling out a bobby pin, I got to work. It was a well made lock but I had experience dealing with military grade doors that were much harder. With an oh so satisfying click, the latch popped open.

Lifting the top, the first thing I got a look at were several small bars of gold and a few pieces of jewelry. Instinct kicked in and I was taking the valuables before I even knew what I was doing. After pocketing the expensive loot, there at the bottom was my prize. A small red leather bound book.

Opening it up I started reading through it. Just as I expected, Ogre kept track of all his employers and what he did for them. Most of it was Gamal, however there were several merchants who paid him to look the other way when they sabotaged and stole from their competitors. Nothing but small fries though. However, there was certain individual who caught my attention. One Mr. Frey. Owner of a high end upholstery and furniture store that commonly sells to rich nobles.

Alright, says here we have several payments to cover up missing persons cases. All cash payments and the price was increased when Ogre discovered what Frey had been doing with…oh my. That's a new one.

I felt a sick grin spread underneath my mask.

Well Frey, has anyone ever told you karma is a bitch?

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Frey

"Another successful day huh Horace?" I asked my body guard. The large armored and mute man just grunted.

Dusting off my Grey suit, I started locking up my shop. Mr. Stark and Lady Barder had both come and asked for more leather love seats. I had always prided myself on have the best merchandise. What made my shop stand out was that I always used the best material, the richest wood, the most comfortable padding and the softest leather. The problem is how expensive it is. But that's what you get when you want quality.

"Now, if you will, please escort me while I acquire my materials I need for-"

PWEEEM!

Startled, I turned around just in time to see my hired muscle suddenly turn to ash. I was about to run when I sensed someone to my right.

"Night, night."

Suddenly something slammed into my jaw and just like that the world was gone, replaced by darkness.

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"Ugh my head..." Waking up should have been a relief, instead all I fealty was pain. Opening my blurry eyes, I could hardly make out that I was in the work room in the back of my shop. The dark interior didn't help my sight, although faint moon light was allowed in from a the skylight.

I attempted to get up, only to realize my wrists and ankles were held in place by metal clasps attached to my worktable. Try as I might, no matter how much I struggled I couldn't break free.

"Oh good. You're awake."

That voice, the one I heard right before I was knocked out, came from some where in front of me.

Raising my head, I saw…it come out of the shadows. I could only make out is to silhouette in the darkness, that and it's glowing red eyes. Looking at that thing, only one word came to mind.

Demon!

"Please, please let me go!" I begged. "I'll give you anything! Y-You want money?! I can give you money! Just please leave me alone!" I screamed. I could feel the tears rolling down my cheeks.

The thing just chuckled. "Please, I already took your money while you were unconscious. No, what I want from you is your blood. You see, I found your notes in your office." He said holding up a book as I felt my face pale.

"That's right, I know your dirty little secret. I got to hand it to you, this was a new one for me and I've seen just about every sick crime imaginable first hand. Even committed more than a few, but kidnapping people to use for furniture, well that's just plain nasty." He threw aside the book and picked up a small machine with what looked like a metal needle. "If I'm not mistaken, you tattoo designs on your captives with this huh? You wait a few days for the skin to heal, then you bring em in this room, and strap them to that table your on. You take off their clothes, Inject them with a paralyzer, then you grab a knife and start skinning them alive. Take the skin then turn it into leather for your furniture, not a nice thing to do."

He crept closer and pulled out a large knife from his hip. Those eyes never leaving me.

"Please, it wasn't personal! I just needed the best material, it was only business!" I tried to convince him.

When he got close enough, he grabbed a rag and stuffed it in my mouth, effectively muffling my plies. He grabbed the back of my head and painfully pulled me up so we were face to face. "I'm sure it was extremely personal for your victims. Now stop with the excuses and take your punishment like a man, or squeal like a pig I don't care. Right now, I thinks it's time to start cutting." He said.

I could almost hear the smile in his voice.

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Several hours later

Shamus

That went well.

Walking back to the base, I was in a good mood. After eliminating Frey, and burning down his shop I decided to leave a….message outside the police station. Finally I got the restlessness out of my system.

After removing my helmet and cleaning the armor, I strolled into the main hall. "Hey guys I'm back, how did….what is going on?" Inside were the girls, all surrounding a blushing and nearly naked Tatsumi.

Najenda was the fist you notice me. "Ah, Shamus, we were just checking Tatsumi over for wounds. Didn't want him to get prideful about his first mission and not report a possibly poisoned wound and die. Now how did your mission go?"

Reaching behind me, I took out the ledger and tossed it to her. She grabbed it out of the air and started skimming through the book. "Several businesses were bribing Ogre. Most for small stuff, but I took out one who kidnapped and killed people. He's dead now, so mission success."

"Alright! Score another successful day for Night Raid!" Leone cheered.

"Yes it has been." Najenda said looking up to look at the nearly nude boy. "By the, You'll be training under Mine next Tatsumi. Do your best."

Tatsumi went still with a horrified look on his face. He was like that everyone for a minute before he let his thousands be heard.

"NNNNNOOOOOOO!"

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The next morning

Seryu

Walking towards my station, I continually wiped my eyes. I had been like this ever since I had heard the news about Ogre. Not even Koro could help the sadness I felt.

Damn you Night Raid! I swear on all that is good in this world is bring you all to justice! I'll tear you all apart for everything you have done to the Capital I'll…I'll…what is that?

Stopping in front of the station, I looked upon an odd sight. Hanging above the door was a pale hide. If the still dripping red liquid was an indication, it was still relatively fresh.

Yet, what drew my attention was in the middle, professionally and delicately carved into the animal skin was the symbol of Night Raid.

It seems Ogre wasn't their latest victim, and won't be their last.

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Well that got gruesome.

Now before you all starting thinking I'm a psycho for even coming up with the idea, know that the whole skin in furniture thing was unfortunately inspired by the Nazis. Since those crazies saw jews as nothing but filth, they decided to take ones with tattoos and use their skin for things like this, even lamp shades. Nasty right?

This chapter was really to give you first hand experience of what Shamus is willing to do and how he enacts Karmic justice. Essentially, he believes in an eye for an eye, and throws the sins of his victims back on them. ~Foreshadow~

Next time, Night Raid might get some new additions.

Please leave a review and have a beautiful day!