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Chapter Five
"Oh," Kylar started, "Just ensuring our privacy." He poured himself and her a drink. "Now." He said, taking a sip. "Kindly tell me why you're here, and how you got here."
Many hours, and many drinks later, her tale was finished. Marisa had thrown in a detail or two from her childhood to bring about examples of somebody's character. Butch's pig-headedness for one, or Old Lady Palmer's occasional senility.
Kylar sighed, and stood back up, stretching. "Alright. I believe you." He stumbled forwards, then steadied himself against the wall. "C'mon. Let's get some shut-eye."
Marisa just walked to Carol's, holding herself upright. "This your first time drinking?" Kylar asked.
She shook her head. "No. I used to drink back home." She stumbled, and caught Kylar's arm. "It's just been a while." She explained, and hurried onward. Upon reaching the room, she looked to Kylar to show her where they were sleeping. He opened a screen door, and she flopped down on the bed.
Kylar just sighed, and settled down on the floor. "Night." He muttered before falling asleep, drifting into unpleasant dreams.
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CRACK!!
A gunshot rang out, and the Crying Man started, and checked himself over for wounds. To his relief, there were none. He turned to face the shooter, and almost doubled over in shock.
The Dark Man, Farell, had a bullet-hole through his chest, and by the looks of it, through the heart. He looked at Kylar, and mouthed a word before he fell to the ground. ~Run.~
He jumped up, and ran. He ran, and ran, until he hit the water. He dove in, and swam to the other shore. Which wasn't really the other shore, just slightly more north.
He saw a shack, and ran inside, all thoughts asides survival aside. He twirled when he got in, checking for people. There was nobody, and he sat down, feeling miserable for himself.
He sat there. And he sat there. And he sat there. For uncounted measures of time, he sat there. When he looked up, it was from irritation. There was a light. He stood, and walked over to the refrigerator.
There was light, coming from a crack between it and the wall. He heaved the refrigerator out of the way, and he saw a door. He pulled it open, and his mouth fell to the floor.
In front him was a door.
In the shape of a gear.
With a huge 99 on it in gigantic letters.
He stepped towards the terminal, where he knew he could get inside. He'd heard of vaults, and how they protected it's inhabitants from the irradiated wasteland. That didn't sound too bad to Kylar right about now.
His fingers just brushed the terminal when a burst of electricity coursed through his body.
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Marisa groaned, and slowly stood up. "What ti-" was all she could manage before she fell onto her back. She blinked a few times, and then successfully stood up. "What time is it?" she asked.
Kylar was sitting at a chair in the corner, polishing his Mp-5. "Morning." he said cheerfully. He grabbed a piece of fruit from the table. "Breakfast?" he offered.
She nodded, and grabbed the fruit. She eyed it cautiously, then bit into it. "What is it?" she asked, juice dribbling down her chin.
Kylar grinned. "Punga fruit. Healthiest thing in the Wasteland." He put the rag down, and put the gun on his hip. "C'mon." he said. "Time to get going." He grabbed another fruit, and devoured it.
She looked around, then saw an absence of dust on the floor, in the shape of a person. "Oh," she stammered. "I'm sorry. I should've offered you the bed…"
Kylar laughed, and led her out of the room. "Nope. You're the employer, you get priority to everything."
They left Underworld, and the second they got outside, Kylar dropped his cheery attitude. This was business now, and missing a skip would lose you another piece of flesh.
They stalked around the edge of the mall, and south of the pool of dangerously irradiated water. "Where are we going?" Marisa asked. She'd never been downtown before, and she was curious.
"The Hole." Kylar answered.
"The Hole?" She asked. Doesn't sound like much of a nice place. "Don't we need to get to the Museum of Technology?"
"Yeah. But you need better arms then what you've got. We're going against hordes of Super Mutants, and all you've got is the .32, right? So, we're going to the Hole."
He walked up to a sewer grate, and pulled off the lid. "In you go." He said, sweeping his hand towards it.
Marisa looked at the filthy pipe skeptically, but crawled in, grumbling about whether or not it's worth it.