The walk to Primm didn't take long, but when we got there I was annoyed, actually I was pissed off. This guy called Barton sent me to save his 'girl', so me being stupid, I went running up where he sent me and made quick work of the geckos that were up there. When I went back to Barton he tried to kill me for some 10mm pistol rounds. I had to kill him, but that's not what annoyed me, I was trained to kill people, but what got me was that I didn't see it. I used to be able to guess people motives by looking at them. My old mentor Mike Lawson was the same. But he went to some sort of battle station in orbit, and I never heard from him again.
At Primm, a guard in some form of military armour came running up to me and asked what I was doing. I told him I was looking for the Mojave Express, and he told me Primm was off-limits, due to a group of convicts from a prison over the way. I was even more pissed of at this.
"They're fucking convicts! You must have some combat training, get some men and kill em for fucks sake! What are you pussies?" I shouted at him. The guard mumbled something about orders. That line sparked a memory deep with-in me.
"They're falling back! Keep it up!"
The remains of the regiment pushed forward, supported by the 12th Mechanized division in their new power armour.
"First squad take the flank, second squad look out for snipers. We need to link up with the 22nd and ensure that those dirty commie bastards are completely out of Anchorage" I relayed orders to my men. The Chinese hadn't fully left, and were organising a counter attack on our lines, supported by their Sovremenny Class battleships offshore. We were taking heavy damage, and I was given orders to hold my line at all costs. I sent a group of AT soldiers up to try and damage some of the ships, but they were picked off by sniper fire. I disobeyed orders and gave my men a retreat command, but I had planned to blow our main supply cache, which contained micro nuclear weapons. When I left with the command team, I detonated the explosives, killing 25,000 people, most of the civilians.
"Congratulations, Captain. You managed to hold the Chinese long enough for us to get naval reinforcements. As we speak the 1st fleet is mopping up the remains of the Chinese Navy." Praised General Chase
"But sir, I killed thousands of people."
"Forget about them. They were civilians. They don't matter. They ain't worth shit in this war. You were following orders."
"Orders? Fuck your orders! I'll kill em, and if you don't help, then god help me I will kill you weak fucking maggots as well!" I shouted at the Primm guard. I grabbed my rifle, and making sure that I had enough rounds, went into Primm. I didn't kill the bastards, I butchered them. I put rounds in their kneecaps and when they begged for mercy I laughed at them, put my rifle in their face and killed them…finally.
"John! What are you doing? Stop this" Sunny shouted at me, breaking me out of whatever trance I was in.
"Su-sunny? I don't know what happened"
Just then, a sharp pain ripped through my arm, and I fell to the floor in pain, with Sunny taking cover behind an old dustbin.
"He's on the rollercoaster; I can't get a clear shot off." Sunny stated…but I didn't hear her. I was back in military mode. I unholstered my pistol and crawled toward the coaster, with bullets popping around me. When I finally saw him, it was a kid, nearly Sunny's age, but that didn't stop me. I shot his thigh first, and as he collapsed I put a round into his ankle.
"Shoot me you little cunt. Well let's see if punks like you can be educated…." I grinned at the thought.
Sunny watched as I very slowly killed the man that shot me. When I had finished I dropped to my knees. Sunny came running toward me asking if I was alright.
"I-I-I dunno babe. I didn't need to do that. Why did I do it?" I cried
"John I'm going to tell you something that you once told me: Killing for me is easy. Any thing else, I don't know how to deal with it. You were trained to kill. Its instilled in you. You are going to have to learn to control it, but I will help with that."
A strange man came strolling up to me, dressed in Jet black combat armour, with a black duster covering it.
"You Davenport, former USMC marine?" he asked
"Yeah what's it to you?" I asked, while Sunny searched him.
"My name is Webster, and I don't know where you're going, but im coming with you, believe me you will need as much help as possible."
"Wait who are you?" I questioned
"I am—was a member of the NCR 1st Sniper Battalion. That's all you need to know"
Who the fuck is this guy? I don't but I will need the help.
"I believe this is yours."
"My old rifle! Where did you get that?"
"You left it with me, when you take the Strip job. Told me to find you if you didn't hear from me. No more questions. Lets get moving"
With that we entered the Vikki and Vance casino.