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Chapter Six
Assumptions
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.
She stumbled out of the other end, and looked around in cautious wonder. There was a wooden door in front of her. Naturally curious, she stepped towards it. Her fingers were on the doorknob, about to open the door, when Kylar pushed her aside.
"What was that for!?" She asked angrily.
Kylar opened the door, and without stepping in, he threw his tanto through the doorway. Almost immediately after the blade passed the frame, a laser fan flashed through the doorway.
"Sorry." He explained. "But I didn't want you losing an arm or leg. I've rigged this place with traps. I don't want any raiders getting their hands on the stuff in here."
Marisa just stared at the doorway. "Um, alright. Thanks, I guess."
Kylar grinned. "Welcome." He passed through the doorway, and ushered Marisa through. Kylar pressed a button on a machine behind the door, and a high pitched humming echoed through the hall.
"Well," Kylar said happily, nodding towards a door, not unlike a door to be found in a vault. "Let's head inside."
Marisa raised her eyebrows skeptically. "Is this door rigged?" She asked.
Kylar shook his head. "Nope."
"Now you're sure?"
"Positive."
Marisa walked towards it, and got a finger pressed against a button to open the door. "If I die," she said, turning towards Kylar. "I'm going to kill you."
"Right. Now open the door."
Marisa took a deep breath, and pressed the button, expecting a shock, or maybe a blade through her leg.
Nothing.
She walked suspiciously inside, and the second she did, a furry shape tackled her.
She screamed, and rolled into a ball on the floor. But instead of finding tearing teeth, she found a wet nose pressing into her face, and a tongue rasping over her.
"What in hell?" She asked, trying to get up. "Kylar! Get this thing off!" She whined.
Kylar would have helped her up. In fact, he wanted to. But he couldn't. He was laughing too hard, tears in the corners of his eyes.
When Marisa finally got off of the floor, she was trying, and failing, to conceal a smile. "And this is?" She asked, petting the white head of the beast.
Kylar crouched down in front of it, and rubbed the sides if it's head. "This is Mozart." Upon hearing his name, Mozart's left ear twitched.
"Mozart? Why Mozart, for god's sake." She asked, throwing her hands into the air. "Well why not?" Kylar asked. "Anyways. This is one of my Safehouses. I don't have an actual Home, well, I do, but it's out of the way. So I make do with these."
"These? You mean you have more?" Marisa asked. She looked around, and found concrete walls and ceiling. Surprise surprise. There was a bed, and a mat next to it. A refrigerator, a table, and two chairs.
"So, you live here." She said, more a statement then a question. "Sometimes." Kylar answered. "When I'm downtown, otherwise I try and avoid it."
Marisa knitted her eyebrows together. "Why?"
"Well," Kylar started. "For one, there's the countless mutants around trying to tear your limbs off, the raiders trying to eviscerate," Kylar paused. "or in your case rape, our soft fleshy bodies. Oh, and the Brotherhood. Don't forget them. Anyways, I try and avoid this place because it's the worse stocked safehouse I have."
Marisa frowned. "Then why keep Mozart here?" She asked, scratching the dog behind the ears. "The last time I was here, Mozart was with me. He took a serious wound to the leg, so I stimmed him up, and left him to recuperate."
Marisa smiled broadly and pointed at him. "No! You said that this was your first time here in two years." She grinned, triumphant.
Kylar smirked and shook his head. "My first time to G.N.R in two years, yes. But not downtown D.C. Oh no."
Marisa's face lost her smile. "Damn."
"Anyways, that was a couple weeks ago."
"Why'd you go?" Marisa asked.
Kylar stood up, and walked to another door. "Go where?"
"You know, Downtown." She said, following him.
"Oh." He said, opening the door. "Contract. I was supposed to deliver some news to a couple of brotherhood soldiers. Poor guys, really."
"Why? What happened to them?"
"Oh. They got dragged off by some mutants." Kylar said with a wave of his hand.
"Who are these Brotherhood people, and why should I care?" She asked, following him into the room.
Kylar sighed, and ran a hand through his brown hair. "They're not the biggest, but they are the most powerful faction in the Wasteland. All I know is that I try my best to steer clear of them."
"Alright, if you think so." Marisa said. He had experience out here, and she didn't. She ought to listen to him. "So why are we in here?"
"Hmph. Look around you, you might figure it out." Kylar said. Marisa looked around, and there was a table and a shelf.
Kylar walked up to the table and loaded as much ammo, guns, and small sharp thing of all sizes into his pack. He then walked over to the shelf, going up as high as his hip. "Hmm…"
"What?" Marisa asked. There were bigger guns there, and from what she could gather, a sword. As soon as her eyes settled on it, Kylar picked it up and started fiddling with his Tranquilizer and Tanto.
"I'm closing shop Downtown. It's too far from Home, so I'm not taking contracts Downtown anymore." Kylar re-arranged his Tanto and Tranquilizer so they were on the inside of his duster, and put the sword on his right hip.
"Besides. It's one of the most dangerous places in the Wasteland. Catch." He said, throwing her the last two guns on the shelf, a sniper rifle and an assault rifle.
"So, you're just assuming I know how to shoot a gun." Marisa asked, catching the two guns. She put one down, and started looking over the other.
"You can't? I mean, from the way you shot the Fat Man, I thought…" Kylar started.
Marisa cracked a grin full of white teeth at him. "Of course I know how. Before I left the Vault, I was the weapons trainer. One day, while taking inventory, I found a stash of weapons, more deadly than the usual .10mm."
She put down the sniper, and picked up the assault rifle. "I know what I'm doing." She said reassuringly.
"Then why did you get upset just now?" Kylar asked.
"Because you just assumed I knew." She said smartly, strapping the guns to her hip and back.
"I hate you." Kylar muttered.
There! Chapter…um…six! Yeah.
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