Watching the skull of a super mutant split into little tiny pieces was just the thing Jericho had been missing since his retirement from the life of a murderous wasteland wanderer. He took delight in feeling a small spray of massively irradiated blood splash across his face and let out a victory cheer as the hulking creature's headless body fell to his feet. He kicked it and glanced over to see how the kid was doing with her mark.

They had been ambushed by what was probably just a super mutant scout as there was only one super mutant accompanied by just one of those centaur things. It had been her first real encounter with a super mutant and her reaction was one you'd expect from someone who had been holed up her entire life. She fell on her ass.

When he checked back to see how she had handled the centaur, it was all he could do not to burst out laughing. She had killed it, but the damn thing was still twitching which had apparently freaked out the vaultie who, in her panic, was furiously beating the dead creature with a bat.

She caught him staring at her with his hand clamped over his mouth in order to stop himself from laughing his head off at her frightened assault on the dead super mutant bloodhound, "Don't you dare laugh at me old man!" Cassie swung her bat back over her shoulder and backed away from the lifeless centaur, "You said the super mutants were ugly but you could've warned me about these creepy things! NOTHING should have three tongues"

"I thought you'd like a little extra tongue," He chuckled bending down to relieve the super mutant of his hunting rifle and ammunition, "Muties may not be the smartest cock suckers around but they'll notice when there faceless friend and his adorable puppy don't come back. We have to keep moving." He tossed the rifle to the kid and dusted himself off, "Take that. It'll do better damage that that little pea shooter and a crappy wooden bat," He coughed slightly, it'd been a while since he had a good smoke, "You do know how to use that don't ya?"

"Yeah, I used to have a BB gun sort of like this when I was a kid," A look on nostalgia played across her face for a moment before she snapped back to the present, "A-anyway, we have to find that tunnel access."

"Uh… kid."

"Hold on a sec," She consulted her pip-boy, "According to this, we're not too far from a metro tunnel that'll take us out to a place called… Chevy?"

"Hey, kid look over there."

"In a minute, I'm trying to figure out how far we are from the tunnel…" Jericho let out a shrill whistle to get the kid's attention and pointed to a small hill sticking out of the ground with a busted-looking metal door marked, "METRO TUNNEL ACCESS."

Her face turned red and she let out a nervous laugh, "I guess we weren't that far were we? Heh… heh… *cough*"

He rolled his eyes and walked over to the access point. He'd only been out on the road with this kid for about four hours. She seemed to think that because they were traveling together now he wasn't such a bad guy. Like all sins are washed away because he was under her employ. Naïve little girl.

He pulled at the door, but the thing seemed to either be locked or rusted shut from years of neglect out in the wasteland. Annoyed and not wanting to waste energy trying to get the damn thing open, he decided to waste ammunition instead. He pulled out his Chinese assault rifle and unloaded a clip on the door, laughing maniacally as he did so before trying to open the door again… Still couldn't pull it open.

"What the fuck?" He growled, putting a leg up next to the door and pulling even harder, "This damn thing's wired shut! We'll have to find another access point."

The kid started giggling uncontrollably, "The fuck you on about?" He hissed releasing his grip on the door. She stopped laughing, straightened up, and tried to keep on a serious face as she stepped up to the door, grabbed the handle, turned it, and pushed before bursting out in girlish laughter again.

"Shall we?" Cassie was still giggling as she skipped inside the dark entrance to the metro system. Jericho glared at her but said nothing, following her into the tunnel. Shutting the door behind them may not have been the best idea, the tunnel was pitch black and smelled damp.

"Hey kid, ya got a light on that computer thing of yours?" Jericho reached around blindly, groping around in the darkness. He stepped on something round, probably an old tin can, and found himself falling on top of something small and fleshy, "Well, well…" He grinned wickedly, not that anyone could see him ginning in this darkness, "What a position you've found yourself in kid." The person below him, wrapped their arms behind his neck and tried to pull him down aggressively, "Heh, I knew you wanted me kid," He chuckled, "Easier to admit it to yourself in the dark is it?"

A faint buzzing sound, amplified by the metallic walls, sounded from behind him and a faint blue glow illuminated the area. Jericho's eyes shot back to see the girl waving her pip-boy 3000 with an irritated expression on her face. He looked back down to see the figure that had been holding him and flailed as he flung himself off of the thing.

The feral ghoul got to its feet with a hiss and lunged for Jericho again, "GOD DAMN SHUFFLER FUCK!" He grabbed it around the throat and held it at arms length as his other hand reached for his side arm. He unloaded about six shots into the things face, effectively silencing the rabid ghoul.

Holstering his gun he shot a venomous glare at his employer who just crossed her arms and flashed him a sinister look, "So, you really do have a thing for ghouls… What was it you said?" She stepped over the rotting zombie-like carcass lighting the way through the metro tunnel with her little Vault-Tec device.

"Easier to admit it to yourself in the dark."

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Author's note: I wanted to take a break from uber seriousness for this chapter and instead bring you some minute silliness.

The way things look, I'll probably go through the whole Fallout 3 game. Oh well, I don't mind it…

Special thanks to R.G. who puts up with my constant ramblings about the Fallout 3 universe. Also thank you Kasia and Miss. Your comments built my confidence in my writing abilities… YOU WIN A COOKIE!

One more thing: My birthday is on the 8th of July, so if I don't update, don't take it as a sign of me giving up… I'll see this thing through 'til the end.