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Chapter Four

Housing Issues.

Fell opened the door, and left. I stepped out after her, the damn crazy woman. I flinched internally. I shouldn't have overslept, leaving the task for Fell on her own.

I kept beating myself up until we found ourselves at Simms' doorstep. Fell pushed the door open. "Simms!" She called. "Get down here!"

We heard some grumbling, and after a minute, he walked down the stairs. "What the hell do you two think you're doing, shouting when my boy's asleep." He said angrily.

I looked at Fell, and she looked at me. Simms continued, shaking his head. "Now what do you want?"

Fell reached into her pocket, and dropped a wire onto the floor. "Done." She said, with a smirk on her face. Simms' jaw dropped slightly.

"You did it? Well, hot damn! Wait here while I get your reward." He said, turning away. He was talking to himself all the way up the stairs, but I only caught, "....n't damn believe it." I could guess the rest on my own.

I glanced at Fell, and realized that I'd never gotten a chance to thank her. I'll thank her once we're in our new home.

Simms walked down the steps again, grinning from ear to ear. "Here you are." He said, handing us a bag and small paper. "Five hundred caps, and the deed to the house. It's on the other side of the steps."

Fell smiled, and thanked him. She turned to me, nodded her head to the door, and we left. "Well." She said. "About damn time we got a house."

I raised an eyebrow, something I do quite often now. "Oh?"

"Hell yeah!" She stated, beginning her rant. "Remember when those raiders attacked from Springvale, and if it weren't for me and you, we would've been overrun? Or how about when a pack of ferals came and broke through the gates, and your rifle stopped all of them?"

"But that's-" I started, but she cut me off.

"Or when those sixteen super mutants came, and dragged off Maggie and Harden Simms, and we had to go and find them? Or when-"

"Alright!" I exclaimed, exasperated. "I get it, we earned the house. Jesus."

Fell knitted her eyebrows together. "Who?"

I felt my eyes widen. "Wh-! He was....ah never mind. It's not important."

"'Kay." She said, and stopped. "We're here. Ready?"

I rolled my eyes. "No. Now let's go in." I took the key from her outstretched hand, opened the door, and stepped in.

There was an odd buzzing sound, as if some kind of...energy weapon, was being charged, but finding nothing, I continued inside.

I scrolled over the whole first floor. Shelves near the stairs, two lockers in the farmost corner, table on the Southern wall.

I walked towards the small hallway behind the staircase, and saw racks holding cook-ware, a refrigerator, and a small door in the stairs. Not bad.

During this, Fell was looking in the lockers. "Hey Shift! I found some ammo in here, and it looks like some kind of holotape! Wanna hear?"

"Not now Fell, I'm looking at something. Go check out the upstairs." I responded. I opened the door, and found a small storage room, full of medium sized metal boxes.

"Check that! Fell, go through these boxes, I'll help you in a moment." I called to her.

"Fine. You go upstairs then." She said, only getting up the first few steps.

"I'll be down soon enough. Put the stuff that you find on the table." I walked up the stairs, and looked around. A door in front of me, a metal table in the corner, and a small table with a lamp in another. I started towards the first door.

I opened it, finding a couch, a rack of metal shelves, and a small table. I stepped back out, keeping the door open. I'll keep my weapons in here.

I turned towards the second door. Inside, there was a bed, desk, and a filing cabinet. I stepped in to see what was in the cabinet. Two caps, and a cache of stealth boys.

Interesting. I wonder if the prev-

My thoughts were interrupted by Fell yelling up at me. What now!? I thought. "I found some kind of, well, sword, down here! Come and see!"

"I'll be down soon Fell! Let me see the upstairs first!" I called down, still looking through the cabinets, now finding assorted knives in the top cabinet. Some kind of warrior? Who was th-

"Well hurry up! You need to see this! I think you'll like it!" She called back, interrupting again.

I rolled my eyes. "Fine!" Time to finish the search. I thought. I searched through the rest of the cabinet, finding a stash of ammo in the bottom drawer. I'll have to ask Simms about the previous owner.

I turned to go see what Fell had found, but stopped. There was a terminal right in front of me. And it was typing on it's own.

I stepped forwards, cautiously drawing the 10mm from my left hip. I glanced at the screen. It read;

Human. If you understand this message, press y/n accordingly.

I frowned, typing in the y key, and read the following message.

Good. My name is Jeyve. I am the Artificial Intilligence, security, and housekeeper of this building. I understand that you are the new owner of this building. y/n.

That's it. My curiosity was at it's peak. I typed in y, waiting to see it's, er, Jeyve's response.

I can do any of the following for the owner of the building.

Produce clean water from the left of the terminal.

Remove radiation/addictions.

Re-configure security systems.

Continue programming due to number of inhabitants.

Please choose a procedure.

"Hey Fell! Looks like we've got a security system. I'll be down to explain soon." I called. I cracked my fingers, and extracted four bottles of purified water from the terminal.

I took a sip, and true to expection, it was absolutely clean. No radiation whatsoever. I typed in the third option, and started to type in commands.

Do not allow anyone/ anything inside the building asides from Fell and Shift.

Give a warning to those who aren't Fell or Shift that they have five seconds to leave before you fire. Once five seconds pass and the person hasn't left, or had taken something, use anything you deem nessecary to the intruder.

Do not hurt Fell or Shift. Allow guests if Fell or Shift say they are guests.

I stopped typing, and thought these were acceptable. I was about to program them in, but Fell started to yell. "The hell do you mean, security system?"

"I'll tell you in a minute! Be patient!"

Accept security commands.

Processing.....accepted. Are you Fell or Shift?

Shift.

Ah. Welcome to your home Shift. May I continue regular programming?

Yes.

I logged off, and half-ran downstairs. "Fell. There's a terminal in the bedroom upstairs, and it's an AI. His name is Jeyve, and has turrets around the house. One above the door, see? And one on the second floor ceiling." I pointed to the two.

"Cool. Will he hurt us?" Asked Fell warily, and unholstered her CAR.

"No, no. I programmed him to recognize us as his owners, and not to hurt his owners. He can make water too, so this is good news." I sat down on one of the chairs around the table.

"Now." I said. "What did you want to show me?"

"Well, first off, I wanted to show you what I found."

"Which is?"

"I found, in one box that I've gone through, around a hundred rounds for my CAR, thirty-something for your rifle, two pistols that you should look at, a bunch of frags, like, a belt-full!" At this she smiled.

I sighed internally. Fell and her grenades. "Go on."

"I also found this book, it's full of writing, but one, I can't read, and two, I think it's a kind of journal. You keep it." She handed it to me, and I walked over to the shelves and placed it on one.

"The last useful thing I found was this assault rifle. It has, Xaunlong, written on the side, and it's in much better condition than my CAR. Good news! It's a CAR too, so I can salvage some parts."

I smiled at her, and her odd fascination with guns and weaponry. "Alright, well good for you. Mind if I see the pistols?" I asked.

"Hm? Oh, yeah, sure. Here they are." She reached over the tabletop into a box, and pulled the two out.

They were the most beautiful pistols I'd ever seen. I took one, and looked over it's make. It was slightly rusted, but it read clearly on the side, Desert Eagle.

I muttered a sentence to Fell. "Is there a bag with it?"

"Yup. Here you go." She handed me the bag, and went back to fiddling with her rifles. Hmph. Women.

I took the bag, about as big as my head, and opened it. Inside were were six boxes of .50 caliber ammo, and the most important aspect, something that just made my day.

"Fell?"

She glanced up from her work. "What?"

"Do you know what these are?" I asked, holding up two silencers.

"Silencers." She rolled her eyes. "Big deal."

"It is. This is a fifty cal pistol, and it's quiet. These silencers are in pre-war condition. I'm going to have to give these 10mms' to Moira."

Fell looked up, and set down her work. "I didn't know they were that important to you. The last box I went through had nothing but those things."

My mouth gaped open. "You....you're serious."

She started to grin. "Yep."

I jumped from my seat and gave Fell a bear hug. I stayed like that for a second, hugging Fell. At that moment my senses walked back through the door, after being thrown out the window.

I backed off. "Er...sorry. I'm just really happy."

She smiled, showing her unusually white teeth. "No problem."

I sat down, and spent the next few minutes attatching the silencers to the pistols. I unhostered the 10mms', then put the .50 cals in.

I sat up, and put the pistols on the table, and looked back to Fell. "So, what was this sword I heard about?" I asked.

She sat up straight, and put her gun down again. "That's right! I almost forgot about it!" She stood up, and walked into the storage room, and returned with an ominously familiar looking machete.

"This. I think it's called, 'Woodman's Pal'. I'm pretty sure you'll want this." She picked up a machete-type blade, and my eyes glazed over. (LOOK UP WOODMAN'S PAL. YOU NEED TO SEE IT TO UNDERSTAND)

I picked it up, in a daze. "Fell." I said, in a tone so serious, I didn't know it existed.

She sensed my mood. "Yeah?"

I swallowed. I'm going to break my promise. "This was the weapon that...that...they, used."

For the second time that day, Fell eyebrows conjoined with each other in confusion. "Who?" She asked, genuinely confused.

I gestured towards the scar across the back of my right hand, which neither she, nor I had mentioned. I doubt she had noticed it, considering my usually wearing fingerless gloves. "Them."

Fell paled, and sat back down. "Oh..." She said, in a very quiet voice.

I sat thinking. Nobody, and no-one, had ever seen a sword like that in the Wasteland, and neither had I. Or, at least not since It happened. Only they would have them.

I stood up abruptly. "Come upstairs." I said.

Fell looked at me in suprise and disbelief, which confused me. "What?"

"Come on. We're going up to the bedroom." I said, heading for the stairs.

She stood, and shifted from foot to foot. "I...I didn't know you felt that way Shift."

"Wh- OH! No! No, that's not what I meant! We need to see Jayves, that's what I meant! God." I said, mortified.

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