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Chapter Seven

Babbleing

"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.

"Uh-huh." She said. "Now, where is this museum?" She asked.

"It's just across the mall. We're going to wait 'till nightfall, so just, I don't know, wait here." Kylar said, plopping down in a chair.

Marisa sighed, and sat down in the other chair. "So we just wait?" She asked.

Kylar nodded. "Yup."

Marisa sighed again, and started drumming her fingers on the table. Kylar got some sugar bombs and started chomping on those.

He offered some to Marisa, which she gladly accepted. After a few minutes of silence, Kylar jumped up and started planting some boxes all around the safehouse.

"Kylar? What're you doing?" Marisa asked. But she did it with a mouth full of cereal, so it was more like; "Kyluf? Wha'r ye do eng?"

He smirked. "I'm planting charges. I have a set in each safehouse, in case I ever have to tear it down." He attached another to the top of a doorframe. "Just a precaution."

"Smart." She said. "So. What'd you do before you were a mercenary?" She asked.

Kylar froze for a second, then resumed his work. "Just a wanderer." He muttered bitterly.

The unexpected question opened a cabinet, a maple cabinet, to be precise, with an amazing finish with little ships carved into the drawers, each drawer with it's own ship that-

Oh. Right. Opened a cabinet of unwelcome and unwanted memories.

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His fingers just brushed the terminal when a burst of electricity coursed through his body.

Hours later, he woke up on a table, almost naked with naught but his pants on. "What in the…." He started. He stopped talking, and decided to stare silently at the revolver pointed at his face.

"How did you get in here?" The man asked.

"I…I found it. In the shack, there was a light behind the refrigerator."

The older man exhaled. "Damnit. What's your name boy?"

"Sh- Kylar."

He looked at Kylar suspiciously, but let it slide. "Fine."

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"Just a wanderer? That doesn't explain anything at all!" Marisa complained.

Kylar stepped down from the chair he'd been standing on and shook his head. "Case in point. I am Kylar, and I keep my own counsel."

"Why do you always speak in riddles?" She asked.

"Why do you act how you act?" Kylar shot back.

"…What?! What did I do!?" She shouted, taken aback.

"Exactly. You responded like that because that's who you are. Speaking in riddles is part of who I am. Better get used to it." Kylar explained.

"Bah." Marisa muttered. "Whatever. How'd you find this place?" She asked, reverting back to her curiosity.

Kylar sighed. "You have as many questions as a radscoprion has poison. I found it by doing what Reily's Rangers, also some unsavory people, do for a living. I explore."

"What's in it for you?" Marisa wondered, desperately trying to keep the conversation going.

"Nothing." Kylar said, planting the last charge.

"Nothing?" Marisa asked incredulously.

"You're deaf? Shame." Kylar joked. He jumped down from a chair he'd been standing on.

"Oh, shut up." Marisa grumbled.

The two still had hours until they were to leave, so Kylar asked more complex questions as to what she did in the Vault. She was the Inventory Taker and Self Defense teacher.

"Sounds boring." Kylar said halfway through her lecture, and she pelted him with a Sugar Bomb.

The two chatted on and off for as long as they could, and when the time finally came, Kylar stood. "C'mon. Time to go."

I know, I know. This chapter was shorter than usual, but I'll have chapter 20 out soon, I swear.

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