Sorry I haven't updated in a while, been a little pre-occupied. Chapter six, here for your veiwing!

I don't own fallout 3, etc. etc. etc. Damned Trademarks.

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Chapter Six

Mental Stability? Gone.

Hmm. Thank you for this Sevyaj. You may continue your security programming.

Right. See you later kid.

I logged off, and turned to Fell. She'd been quiet, very quiet, when I'd been re-telling her what I'd been typing.

She's taking this very well. Not once had she cried, yelled, or reacted negatively. Just standing there, eyebrows knitted in deep thought.

As I was about to, she broke the silence. "Forgot to ask Sevyaj something."

"What?" This was not what I was expecting.

"You forgot, to ask Sevyaj, who, attacked."

"Wh-? Yes, I did!"

She shook her head. "No, you asked who attacked. But not which people attacked."

I smacked a palm towards my forehead. Idiot. "Right. I'll do that now." I turned, and logged back on.

Phantom Crux and Phantom Night.

....How did you...?

I'm the eyes and ears of this place kid. I heard you, and I answered.

Touché. Crux and Night?

No Phantom knew another Phantom's real name. And, if by chance, you see a Phantom you recognize outside of work, you treat them how you would treat them had you not known.

To prevent being found out?

In a sense. You see, there's a group called the Regulators. You have one of their jackets. They're combating evil, and that includes Phantom Co. You see, the Regulators know about Phantom Co. In fact, Sonora Cruz is an ex Phantom.

Huh. Really?

Can't lie, can I? Well, she left, and formed the Regulators, to keep people like Occam out of the world. Where I left off before I got into Sonora. The Regulators know about Phantom Co. Not only that, but they've sucessfully captured Phantoms in the past. When captured, they couldn't reveal anything about Phantom Co.

What about the Headquarters? Regulators aren't exactly known for their gentleness.

Again, they couldn't reveal anything. When a Phantom is, "born", Occam holds a meeting, and summons the Phantoms to the meeting. Contracts are discussed, news is shared, etc. At the end of the meeting, Occam drops a clue about the next meeting spot, and each Phantom has to figure it out on their own. If they can't, they don't attend the next meeting. And they're expelled from Phantom Co.

Expelled?

Meaning killed.

Of course...so the meeting spot isn't consistent.

Brilliant deduction.

Sarcasm?

Only a little.

Funny. Last known meeting site?

Good question. Half a mile South of the Deathclaw Sanctuary. Clue--South of Death. That stumped about four Phantoms.

It actually exists? Really?

'Course.

Fuck.

That's an understatement.

Are they still alive?

Crux and Night?

No, Jesus and Moses.

Not as far as I know. But yes, Crux and Night are still alive.

Where.

Where?

Where are they.

Crux goes by the name Jericho, lives in Megaton. Ex-raider my spark plugs. Night's name is Fang, some mercenary. He's wandering around D.C, but entered the gates yesterday morning. He's still here.

Wh-how....Jericho??

Goddamn kid! Want me to type slower? J-E-R-I-C-H-O.

I know who you meant. But....damn! Never mind that! How do you know Night's here?

Occam build a small turret under the engine at the gates, unarmed, but with a video feed. Cost him a pretty penny to do it too.

Right. Where's Fang now?

I'd say Moriarty's. Going now kid?

Yeah. See ya Sevyaj.

I logged off, and turned, once again, to Fell.

"Well?" I asked.

"The fuck do you mean, well?" She snapped.

"Well, what do we do now?" I asked, on the defense. "What do we do about Jericho and Fang?"

Now it was Fell's turn to pull a face-palm. "Idiot, we do the obvious thing."

I rolled my eyes. "Let me guess. Kill Jericho and Fang."

Fell flashed a dazzling smile. "Right."

I sighed. "Nothing get you down, does it?"

"Nope."

I sighed again, and got up. "How we gonna pull this off? Do you really think Simms is going to just let us kill off two people?"

"Nope. We just have to kill 'em off nice and quiet-like."

"Of course. So it's up to me?"

"Yup."

"Damn."

"Life a bitch, huh?"

"Bah. Wait here, I'll be back soon enough. If Simms asks you about the killings, deny it. If he asks if I did it, deny it. If you hear gunshots go off...well, just leave and let lie. Seeya."

I got up, walked down the stairs, and outside, into the now dark sky. What happened to the afternoon?

I descended the steps leading to the crater. I heard Cromwell yelling about universes or something, and laughed. Damn crazy fool.

Heading up the ramp, over Doc Church's, onto Moira's platform, I stopped, and leaned against the railing, facing the crater, wondering how it'd happened. I'd been an ordinary wastelander, with a mysterious past. One day and a defused bomb later, I find out who ordered Ridgefield destroyed.

Then it hit me.

God, Damn! Only a day and a half!?!

I was still for a while, thinking murderous thoughts to anybody who could've, but didn't defuse the bomb before Fell.

I smirked, shrugging away my black mood. It's true, I supppose. Time flies. Much happier, for some odd reason, which I didn't know, and disturbed me, I walked up another ramp into Moriarty's.

I walked forwards, and sat down right in front of Gob. Good guy, actually. Good guy. I really liked him. "Hey Gob."

God jumped, then smiled. "Welcome back Shift. It's good to see somebody who doesn't want to stab me or puke."

I exhaled. "Got a question for you Gob."

He frowned. "Oh no. Not another question. Last time I answered a question coming from you, I almost got shot."

I laughed. "It isn't my fault that that the assassin was a crappy shot." It isn't my fault the assassin was a crappy shot. My eyes widened. Oh god, somebody wanted me dead. I took my head in my hands. Somebody found me, they found me! God, damnit! They, they know, they know i'm here, in Megaton.

I kept thoughts like that running through my mind for a good few minutes before Gob leaned over the counter. "Uh...Shift? You okay?"

"No. Top shelf, vodka. Two shots." I stammered, voice nearly cracking. Fuck! God damnit, why can't they forget about me!?

Gob pured my shots, and replaced the bottle back at the top. I was still like this, at the verge of tears, when Nova walked over. "Shit, kid! Something serious must be up, you so worried."

"I'm fine." I croaked. "Just found something out. Disturbing."

She laughed, once. "Hah. When mutants were at the gates, you weren't in half as bad condition. What's up?"

I wanted to tell them. I did. As if that would wipe away all of my worry. But then they'd just get killed. I took my head from my hands, and downed one shot, trying to numb the horror. "Never mind. Anyways, Gob, the question."

Sensing I was better, Gob cracked a smile, along with one of his famous one liners. "You're sure you're not going to be shot at?"

I grinned. "Nope. Let me ask anyways."

"Shoot."

"Somebody named Fang come by? He's a mercenary."

Gob's eyebrows met, deep in thought. "Yeah. He's upstairs, asleep. Room in front of the stairs. Why?"

I paused, and thought up an excuse. "When he wakes up, tell him that Shift's in the house to the right of the gates." I downed the other shot, and left.

That went well. Now I'm going to have to sneak in and kill him. I weighed which would be easier to do. No, I thought, I'll go after Jericho. I walked East and smiled. I was doing what I loved best. I shuddered, and a voice I hadn't heard since before Fell found me spoke.

The hunt is on, young one.

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There. Done with Chapter Six. I hope you like it, and it's longer than usual, so I hope that satisfies you. Reviews appreciated!

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