Ok, fourth chapter up. first off, the talon company merc wasnt supposed to be jericho from megaton but I hadent planned on using him so beleive that if you want. sorry this took a while, I wrote like three others but they werent good enough.

Thanks for all the comments be sure to submit one when you finnish the chapter.

"Something green." Reaver took a drag from his ciggerete and looked over at his new partner.

Lance scratched his head. "That irradiated puddle we just passed."

"god dammit." Reaver sighed and began looking around for another idea. Games were unfamilier with him, but he figured if he was going to work with this guy they would have to be at least a little friendly with each other. They had been walking for about an hour now, the first half filled with uncomftorbale silence, the second with this trivial game which Reaver had played during his childhood. "Something brown."

"oooh thats a harder one." Lance took a look around. "its not the ground?"

"No." Reaver looked down, the dirt they stood on was hardly brown, more grey than anything else.

"Then it must be that bombed out house over there." Lance stuck out his arm towards the mangled wood of a ruined pre war house.

"You have got to be fucking with me." Reaver took another drag from his ciggerete. "alright if your so good at this then you think of one."

"Verry well." Lance rubbed his chin before smiling. "I got it, something red."

Reaver took a look around. "Shit, you know what screw this."

"Not one for games are we?" Lance laughed but abrubtly stopped as Reaver gave him a distatfull scowl. Lance decided to change the subgect and diverted his attention to the sky. "its getting dark, we should find shelter for the night."

Pre war houses were a luxury in the wastland. Most were destroyed by the bombs during the great war and others simply degraded over time. But few still remained. It was in one of these houses where Reaver and Lance had spent the night and now planned their travels.

"So your saying we shouldnt go to tennpeny tower?" Reaver asked as he examined the map Lance had placed on the kitchen table before him.

"Yes, there's some better stuff down in rivet city." Lance said as he pointed to the south east corner of the map.

Reaver took a cigarette from his coat pocket. "What do you mean better stuff?" He asked as he patted his jacket looking for a match.

"Take your pick, booze, chems... whores."

"Hardly my point of interest, Lance." Reaver said. "What about jobs?"

"plenty of those too." He said as he looked up from the map. "Although the way you'v been lately I would recommend the booze, chems and-"

"Enough Lance."

"Fine, fine." Lance raised his hands in surrender before pointing to a spot on the lower part of the map. "Anyway, were here, so it should take us about two days to get there. How are we doing for supplies." He motioned to the bag resting next to Reaver.

Reaver hesitated. "Lance, I've been meaning to ask, how exactly do I know you're not luring me into a trap?" He narrowed his eyes.

Lance laughed. "Reaver I'm hurt, why would I betray you?"

"2000 caps from the regulators, all my equipment, bragging rights."

There was a pause. "Believe me Reaver. You're much more valuable to me as a partner than a corpse."

"I'm flattered." Reaver replied sarcastically. Despite Lance's statement, Reaver was still unsure of his trust.

"Anyway, about the supplies." Lance asked as if Reaver hadn't questioned his loyalty at all.

"Right," Reaver reached to his side and grabbed the bag and dumped the contents onto the table. Various foods fell out along with a carton of .44's, two bottles of water and a pack of matches. Reaver grabbed one of the matches and lit his cigarette. "Think that'll get us there?"

"Probably." Lance said as he rubbed his chin. "Might need more but it's pretty easy to find."

"I have a safe house just outside of DC. We can resupply there."

"Perfect, oh yea and I have a little something for you." Lance stood up and walked out of the kitchen. He returned seconds later with a weapon that Reaver immediately recognized as a .308 sniper rifle. "Merry Christmas." He dropped the weapon on the table with a thud and slid it across to Reaver.

Reaver picked up the weapon in both hands and began examining it. "It's in good condition."

"Only the best for my new partner!" Lance chuckled and leaned on the table.

".308 calibre, twelve magnification scope. Where'd you find this?"

"Clenched in the hands of a dead brotherhood paladin, but that's irrelevant. Iv been carrying it for a while, dissembled in my bag. Like you I was unsure of my trust. But back in Russia..."

"What?" Reaver looked up from the weapon with a quizzical look.

"Oh of course. Back before the war my great, great, great grandparents came to America from Russia. It was another country across the ocean to the east, they were apparently wanted by the goverment or something."

"Oh..." He took a minute to digest the information. "It never occurred to me."

Lance shrugged. "Dont worry about it, my ascent has long since left me. I'm supprised that you even knew about Russia. Most wastlanders don't even know that there's anything outside of Washington. Valid I guess, you spend your entire life in one place never leaving to explore the outside, you forget that there even is an outside."

Suddenly a memory came to Reaver. He recoiled and with great effort dispelled the thought.

"Anyway," Lance said, "in Russia, at least before the war, it was customary that when new partnerships are established, you would exchange gifts as a sign of trust and friendship. And this is my gift to you." He motioned to the rifle that now rested on the table.

There was a pause. "What makes you so sure of my loyalty?"

Lance smiled. "A man seeking to betray me wouldn't have told me the location of his safe house, nor would he have shown me all the supplies he was carrying. And besides, I have a good feeling about you." Silence. After a moment Lance spoke, "anyway, if were gonna get to our destination before nightfall we should get going."

Lance turned to exit the room but Reaver spoke. "Wait." Lance turned and looked at Reaver. He reached into his duster and from one of his holsters emerged a .10 submachine gun. Reaver cracked a smile and through the weapon. Lance caught it by the grip and admired its various attachments, a silencer, a sight, and a folded stock.

"Had that for a while now, and it took a couple weeks to get all the attachments. But I guess since I'm gonna be sniping, you should have it." Reaver stood up and rested his rifle on his shoulder. "Now let's go to DC... Partner.

Theres chapter four hope you liked it! submit a reveiw and give me your oppinion!