Chapter 4: Heads Up

Authors Note: Okay, I like your characters guys really, but it is getting hard for me to write a good story when you keep asking me to change their personality or their back story. I aim to please, but guys I can't keep tweaking these characters. Stick to your original script. Also, this is sort of the last intro chapter for the group. Next time they start taking on contracts, so if you have any ideas for your characters please inform me. Okay, here we go.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fallout.

Noah and Michael scouted ahead of the group. Their night in Novac was nice and relaxing and just what they needed for the day. If they kept their heads both literally and mentally, they could get this done by the end of the day.

Noah looked through his binoculars and caught the sight of their first mark. Violate, this crazy dark skinned bitch breeds her own dogs and they eat what she kills which is mostly man flesh.

This psycho bitch may be the weakest of the bunch, but she is the most vicious. She once chewed a man's ear off and fed the rest of him to her dogs. He screamed for hours before she finally put a knife to the poor bastard's skull. Noah looked back at his team.

"Okay, she is stationed on top of the middle trailer in the old trailer park." Noah explained. "She is alone aside from her dogs. So…any volunteers on who is going to bait the bastards?" He chuckled sarcastically.

"I'll do it." Zachary said as he readied his laser rifle. "I'll get every one of those little bastards."

"You won't get close she has a hunting rifle." Noah said. He pointed to her lookout. "Besides I was joking. She would clip you in the leg and let her wild dogs eat you."

"And our guns can't reach her," Mike stated. "A repeater and a varmint rifle are decent, but they don't pack much of a punch."

"So lay down suppressing fire." Noah said. "You two open fire on her on my mark and the three off us," He pointed at Zachary and Drake. "We'll take out those little bastard dogs when they show their toothy grins."

"Wait." Mike said as he pulled off his bag and started rummaging through it. He let out a small chuckle and tossed Noah a couple of blood packs. "These things feed off of human flesh so they'll know blood. They will come running like bats out of hell."

"Okay, let's get started."

Noah led his group while Mike and Skye took point behind an abandoned truck. Noah ripped open the bags and he moved towards the trailers and threw the packs. The dogs scurried out like mad men as Noah picked them off with his service rifle. Zachary fired turned them to ash with his laser rifle and Drake rained down on them with his 9mm SMG.

Violet aimed her rifle right at Noah, who was too busy reloading to notice. She had his head in her sights until a bullet whipped past her head and grazed her ear. She was taken aback by the pain and fell off her outpost. Violet staggered to her feet and took a shot at Drake, but he quickly ducked behind a nearby trailer before she could hit him. He quickly whipped out his caravan shot gun and fired a round into her chest.

He was ready to collect her head, but another dog jumped on him. It slobbered on his face and clawed at his shoulders and chest. He held it back with his shotgun before a bullet whipped through the side of his head.

Drake looked over and his left and saw Skye pointing her varmint rifle at the dog. Drake gave her the thumbs up and pushed the dog off of him. He loaded two shells into his gun and approached Violet who was lying on the ground coughing up blood. Noah and Mike stood over her with the look of vengeance across their faces.

"You killed a lot of innocent people to get the rep you have." Noah snarled. He raised his boot and brought it down on her wounded chest. She let out a gurgled cry as Mike kicked the side of her ribs.

"And you fed on a lot of our friends too you fucking psycho!" He raised the butt of his rifle and was ready to crush her head until Drake stopped him.

"We got her we don't need to be like her." He stated. "Besides if you crush her head we lose half of our caps." Mike lowered his rifle and drew his knife.

"You're right." He brought the knife down and stabbed the center of her chest. She let out one last chocked gasp before her entire body went limp. Skye looked away as Mike sawed her head off with the serrated side of his knife.

Drake held open a plastic bag and tied it up good before stuffing it in his back.

"Okay, one down and two to go." He chuckled. "Who's next?"

"A brutal son of a bitch by the name of Cook-cook." Noah said. "He's a pyromaniac a rapist and a drug dealer. He's pretty close by so he might be on his guard, but he has a weakness. His pet Brahmin Queenie. Take her out and that crazy bastard will lose his shit and go berserk."

"Are you sure that's what we want?" Zachary asked while loading Lucky. "For a pyromaniac to lose his mind while wielding an incinerator?"

"Sure, he'll be so broken over that fucking cow he'll just kill anyone to make himself feel better. His men included." Noah smirked.

"All for a cow?" Skye asked in disbelief.

"He doesn't get along with people." Mike shrugged. He picked up Violet's discarded rifle and tossed it to her. "He keeps her in a corral. You should be able to hit it and kill it with it from a safe distance. Can you do it?"

She looked at him before pulling back the bolt, loading a bullet into the chamber. "Can I do it?" She mocked as she ran off in the direction of Cook-Cook's hide out. Drake reassured him with a pat on his back and ran after her.

The team had made it to the outskirts of Cook-Cook's hideout. Skye took point and kept low to the ground. She had caught sight of the Brahmin Queenie. The name like Violet was a bit off putting, but Queenie was defiantly no prize. It was a big fat short tempered slob that bit the hand of a poor girl that was only trying to feed her.

A sadistic grin spread across her face when she pulled the trigger and watched that mutated freaks brains splatter all over the place. The girl not knowing what had happened decided to take off before the shit hit the fan.

Noah and the rest of the gang had joined up with Skye and were awaiting their results. They saw Cook-cook cladded in his metal armor and welding mask stand over his dead Brahmin like a statue. He remained like that for a few minutes before one of his men cautiously tapped him on the shoulder.

He was just trying to help him and his reward was a hammer upside his head. His men let out a few surprised shrieks as Cook-cook quickly grabbed his incinerator and emptied a barrage of fire balls at his own men.

"That's our cue." Noah quipped. Everyone readied their weapons and attacked Cook-cook's hideout.

Zachary aimed his laser rifle at a fiend and turned him to ash, but when he was vaporized two more Fiend's popped out from cover aiming their laser rcw's. Red bolts rained down on the small crew.

They all took cover behind an aging wall which was tearing down with every shot. It wouldn't be long before they managed to land a hit. The two fiends rained fire before their ECP's ran dry. They tried to reload as fast as they could but Noah and Mike were a team once so this was child's play. They both poked out of the sides of their cover and opened fired on them, killing them instantly.

Cook-Cook who was still crying over Queenie, ran towards the group screaming as he let out a barrage of fire balls at the team. Drake fired his shot gun at him, but they bounced off of his metal armor. In his blind rage he forgot to load his incinerator but it didn't stop him from throwing it at him. The large weapon struck Drake and knocked him onto the ground.

Cook went in to attack him when Noah drew his knife and stabbed him in his lower back between the metal plates. Cook-Cook let out a staggered cry before choking on his own blood and falling dead. Noah decapitated him as we did Violet and bagged him before tossing it to Drake.

"Well that was strange." Drake said in an uneasy voice. "All this for a fucking steer?"

"Hey the guy's hobbies were burning things and drugs." Mike said. "I wouldn't be surprised if he had thought of a rad scorpion as a son and a deathclaw for a wife."

"What a sad and pathetic excuse for a man." Zachary grunted. "We must make haste to Driver Nephi's known location before he makes it back to Vault 3."

"Where was he last seen?" Drake asked.

"He was seen dealing drugs with the Khans near an abandoned building, north of the Samson rock crushing plant and South of South Ruins East Entrance." Noah explained. Everyone was looking around confused as if they were trying to find the right direction. Noah was looking at them skeptically. "What the hell are you guys doing?"

"I'm trying to find the rock crushing plant." Drake said.

"I'm trying to find north." Mike said.

"I'm following the sun to find South-East." Zachary said.

"I'm putting in the coordinates on my Pip-Boy." Skye quipped. Everyone looked at her astounded. Skye looked up and pointed North-East. "It's that way."

"Fuck your toy." Noah grunted as the team made their way to their final target. Zachary grabbed Cook-cook's incinerator and reloaded it. After a few minutes of scavenging they made their way to Driver's hideout.

Dusk was soon upon them when they had made it to the outskirts of the abandoned building. They were sitting around a barrel of fire, sticking and themselves full of psycho. Skye counted six Fiends plus Driver.

Noah had explained to his group that Driver was the most vicious of the group. He had earned the name Driver bludgeoning a group of NCR troops to death with nothing but a nine iron. He was as vicious as they come and to top it all off his guards were armed with laser RCW's.

The group was running low on ammo for their primary weapons so it wouldn't be long before they would have to use their secondary weapons. Skye had her sights trained on a Fiend who was perched on the top of a corner wall.

His head was blown off and the entire Fiend's scurried like rats. They hid behind cover and fired on the group, who also let out a few blind shot. Skye and Mike had run out of bullets. Mike switched to his 10mm handgun and Skye went back to her varmint rifle.

As much as it disappointed Zachary, he knew couldn't use his incinerator without risking the damage of Driver's head so he stuck with his laser rifle. Noah had a clip left for his Carbine and Drake had four shells left for his shotgun.

Bullets and laser bolts flew left and right. Drake fired his last shell into the chest of one of the Fiend's. He flew back into a pile of rubble dead. Noah planted his last round right between a Fiends skull, but not before getting burned in his left shoulder by that Fiend's last shot from his energy weapon.

Noah fell right before Driver. Panic flooded his veins when he caught sight of his iron raised above his head ready to strike down Noah. Driver brought his iron down halfway before being tackled to the ground by Drake.

Noah looked over at the two scuffling on the ground. Another Fiend runs up behind Drake with a knife in hand ready to kill him. Noah drew his handgun and fired. The Fiend fell back clutching his throat as the blood splattered out. He fell dead leaving Driver the last one standing.

Driver was currently crushing Drake's windpipe with the shaft of his iron. Drake was scratching at his left ankle trying to grab his razor. The second his hand grabbed the handle he ripped it out of his sock and swiped it across Driver's throat.

Driver loosened his grip on his club and started to stagger away. He wrapped his hands around his throat in a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding. Zachary walked over to him, pressed Lucky into the center of his chest and ended the day with Driver's heart splattered on the walls.

Everyone gathered around and smiled at one another. Drake drew his knife and severed his third and last head.

Dhatri was looking over the heads and the driver as Noah stood before him. Camp McCarran provided Noah and his friends with dinner and bed for their hard work against the Fiends. Noah and Dhatri were eating together in his tent counting his caps while Dhatri examined the driver.

"Well, well, well. Driver Nephi. Nothing to say, you son of a bitch? No tips on my golf swing?" He chuckled as he swung the club as if he were golfing. "I gotta say you sure as hell surprised me when I saw you with those mercs today."

"Well I figured I needed a change of pace." He said.

"You know that that's AWOL right?" He said while sitting back down. Noah gave him a disgruntled look.

"Technically I was declared KIA when I was ambushed by the Powder Gangers." He leaned in and gave him a cold hearted stare. "So don't ever think I would abandon the NCR at the drop of a hat."

"Settle down, I paid you for a job well done and as long as you don't go breaking any laws you and your crew will be fine."

"It's not my crew it's Drakes." Noah said. Dhatri looked at him as if he were crazy.

"The kid, why him?"

"Eh, he has his potential. Besides, he's the one who helped us make it this far." Noah explained. He had grown a partnership with Drake he hasn't had with any of his troops in years. "I'm actually starting to think I could get used to this life." Dhatri just smiled.

"You've changed since Bitter Springs."

"Yeah, speaking of which how is my little brother?" He asked.

"He's fine, that nightmare at Bitter Springs is nothing to him." He chuckled. "He said he wants to be just like you."

"He'll be better than me."

(!)

The next morning the group set out for their next destination, the gun runners.

They sold everything they had raided from the Fiends. The Incinerator and the laser RCW's and all the additional ammo.

Drake had bought himself a black duster and a second bandolier which he wore under his black duster. He had also bought a pair of black shades and a cowboy hat. As for weapons he bought a bowie knife, a .45 pistol and a riot shotgun.

Noah had gotten himself advanced combat armor Mk. II with the NCR colors painted on. He kept his sawed off and had it holstered onto his lower back. He then bought a Marksman carbine, two 10mm pistols and a bowie knife as well.

Mike had just kept his list short with a carbine as well and a .44 magnum. All was covered by his bounty hunter coat, but no hat. He didn't want to ruin his hair.

Zachary had taken a huge bite out of their funds, but thanks to their weapons and armor they would easily make it all back.

He bought himself brotherhood power armor and his own pip-boy which he had grafted to his suit's left sleeve. He left the helmet and just bought a pair of authority glasses. A smile spread across his face when he got his hands on a multiplas rifle. Everyone was a little weary near him when he got his hands on assorted grenades.

Everyone couldn't keep their eyes off Skye when she was fitted into her recon armor. Then they frowned when she wrapped a trench coat around herself. They were soon surprised when she bought herself an anti-material rifle with a suppressor, two 10mm pistols. She had one with a suppressor and a combat knife and three grenades on her belt.

When asked about why she had a suppressor for one of them she said 'It is because the silencer helps to take down targets quietly when the situation require me to do so, but in a fire fight the noise can help to warn my enemies to take cover or scare them away, a silencer can't do that.'

Drake looked over his crew and smiled, the Mojave Wasteland wouldn't know what was coming.