An infamous hunter

Night passed, and daylight served to continue the trail.
The shack was near a large and looming gully, and no other landmarks near that would be worth turning toward.
It made sense to them that their prey had gone in that direction.
Fresh footprints only confirmed to Eve that he was there.

There was a long stretch ahead before the gully took a bend. So another story was told.
The robot and the man both looked at Surgeon. After a sigh, she caved in
"Fine…"

She didn't share much of her childhood. She had loving parents, despite the harsh post-apocalyptic world.
But when she reached the age of 23, she started getting a headache for a week straight.
She couldn't sleep, and had nightmares.
Doctors, working on already limited medicinal knowledge, feared that she'd have a brain tumor.
Told her parents to come back in a week for surgery if it still kept up.
Medicine struggled to attain its knowledge in the post apocalyptic world. Her chances of survival were slim.

But she knew it wasn't a tumor. Her head hurt from all the things she started to see and know.
Suddenly, she knew how to handle a gun, a rifle, a shotgun, and clean them.
Despite not even owning any of them. It was as though eons of knowledge was unlocked to her in the course of a week.
She knew things even her companions wouldn't believe.

But it also changed her. As she first was happy-go-lucky, she had become stern and almost emotionless.
After a week of recovering with her parents, she hugged them, kissed them and told them she loved them, but that she had to go and make a career for herself.

It started with hunting Gecko's. Her father's pistol was ready to fall apart, but it lasted long enough for her to earn her a real weapon.
And as Gecko's turned to Ghouls, and Ghouls to even larger prey, it didn't take long for her to start hunting the most dangerous of prey.

Man.

Skilled with all sorts of weaponry, she took a liking to a caravan shotgun.
She didn't know how, but if she focussed hard and deeply enough, she could make her buckshot hit the tiniest of targets, with no pellets missed.
It's that skill that earned her the title of Shotgun Surgeon.

Years go by, and she finds herself being a familiar face to the NCR. The girl that took all of their targets down.
Until there is one bounty of a man. A man she's never seen before, but recognizes still.
A deep memory, one she can't yet grasp. Like an itch you just can't scratch.
She takes the bounty, tips her hat at a man in polished leather armor, and now she walks next to him, accompanied by a robot lady.

"So, you just knew how to handle a gun, just like that?"
Diamond asked, seeing how close to the gully's bend they had gotten.
"Do I seem like a liar to you? You've seen how well I can shoot."
He shakes his head "Sorry, sorry. Just seems like you've been blessed by some god or some such."

Those words had only just come from his mouth, or they heard music play around them.
They hadn't noticed the speakers until they started to make a sound. A connoisseur would recognize the song as Tchaikovsky's "1812 Overture".

They rushed toward the bend, only to see a large structure before them. And on the balcony up high… their target.

The Mad Mojave Bomber, in all his glory. Hands learning on the railing, smirking at the sight of the trio.
"Welcome!" his voice spoke through the speakers, slightly drowning out the song.
"And congratulations… You've found me, now all that is left is to kill me… if you can manage that!"

The trio pulled their weapons. But what they didn't see was the small detonator in the Bomber's hands. Triggering an explosive near, it was strong enough to push them aside, but it caused a lot of dust, disallowing them to fire precisely.
"Now come! Catch me if you can!" and he retreated.

The entrance swings open, and at the 11 minute mark, the trio enters the premises.
The song only becomes louder until it reaches a very specific moment… the pace of the song picks up, accompanied by a few minor explosions.
They weren't enough to falter them. The moment was now, and he was to be chased.

Around the 12 minute mark, they saw him on an open field.
Hands in the air, almost surrendering.
Closing in, they quickly grabbed and cuffed him.

But as the song reached a specific mark… Even bigger explosions happened.
Rigged mini nukes that were quickly turning the area into hazards.

Diamond saw the last one, ready to be dropped from up high, in close enough proximity to kill them all.
So he drew his gun, alerting his companions, and fired the one bullet that would prove to save them all.

The mini nuke exploded up high. Some shrapnel started to fling at them in consequence, but Surgeon yelled at them.
Let's go! The Fallout of that is going to mess us up otherwise, come on!"

They made their way out. They could barely hear the cackling of the Bomber that they were holding on to, dragging with them.
They didn't go all this way to leave the bounty behind.

The song ended, but the last set of explosions caught the trio by surprise, and they found themselves knocked out.