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Chapter Eight
The Legend Revealed

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."

Marisa groaned, and stood up. "Finally." She jumped up and down a few times, and took a few jabs at the air.

Kylar just shook his head at her enthusiasm. "Let's see you act so pumped at the Museum."

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Hours later, the duo emerged, injured and weary, from the museum. The Satellite was substantially smaller than the two had thought. They managed to drag it to the Memorial, where two bigots of soldiers were waiting.

"Halt!" The first one shouted. "This is property of the Brotherhood of Steel. Trespassers will be shot."

The second one waved his hand at the first. "Pfft. They're just Wasters. What're they gonna do? Those bullets can't pierce our Power Armor, not in the time we'd need to take them down."

Kylar stalked up to the second and stared straight through the visor on his helmet. "You have a problem, say it to my face."

The knight unslung a laser rifle, and held it over his shoulder lazily, and Marisa could just imagine the smile on his face. "You're an ignorant Wasteland bastard, born to a mother you never knew, and a father that hated you. You've been kicked out of every town you've been to. That's why you're here, isn't it? The Mall's a death-wish for all Wasters."

Now, the First Knight was appalled at the Second's behavior. He didn't know he was prejudiced against Wastelanders.

Marisa didn't know if what the Second knight said was true or not, and she glanced at Kylar, waiting for a reaction.

A grin spread across his face as he turned the left flap of his coat around, showing the inner part to all.

There was a metal badge on the inside, and on it was Elder Lyons' personal seal; which signified him as a personal friend of the Brotherhood. "Say again? I couldn't hear you over your ignorance."

The second knight spluttered, but Kylar walked past him towards the First Knight. "Did you know he was like this when he joined, Paladin…..?" Kylar said, jerking his thumb towards the Second knight.

"No sir. Paladin Crowell, And how did you know I was a paladin?" Crowell asked.

"I've been around a long time. The way you held yourself was a dead giveaway though." Kylar said, waving his hand. "Anyways, we have a satellite for you."

Crowell took off his helmet and grinned. "You actually have it?" He asked.

"Yep. Marisa!!" He called. "Drag this thing over here." Crowell thought that Kylar was just going to let Marisa do the work, but he walked over and helped carry the brunt of the burden.

They got to the elevator, and Kylar pushed the button. "You wait here." He said to Marisa. "I'll be back soon."

He walked in, and the doors closed, blocking him from view. Marisa sighed heavily. She was starting to get to know Kylar better, and if he was like this all the time, they were in serious trouble.

She noticed Crowell staring at her, and she stuck out her pale hand. "Hi. I'm Marisa." Crowell took her hand, and shook it firmly. "Paladin Crowell. Do you know his name?" He asked after introducing himself.

"Yes, but I don't know much about him. All I know is that he's a mercenary, and his name's Kylar." She said.

Crowell's eyes widened. "Kylar? And you're sure?" He asked.

"Ah-uh. Why?" She wondered.

"That's KylarWhitlock. He's legendary. It's said tha-" Crowell started, but was interrupted by the second knight.

"WHAT?!! Are you telling me I just insulted Kylar-FUCKING-Whitlock?!" He cried.

Crowell grinned. "Yeah, that's what we're telling your sorry ass. Go crawl under a hole, before he kills you." He turned his attention back to Marisa, who was waiting patiently. "It's said that he been to every place in the Wasteland, is friends with a F-critter, knows how Super Mutants are made, and, It's rumored that he took down a coven of Assassins."

Marisa gawked while all this was said, but she had to ask, even though she knew Crowell would continue. "What's an F-Critter?"

Crowell stopped, and shook his head. "Right, right. Those things are hard to find. Imagine a wolf. Now imagine it with the speed of a Deathclaw, reflexes the speed of lightning, and a thirst for blood that shames a Behemoth."

Marisa kept a straight face as she was told all this. Oh my god. She realized. Mozart is an F-Critter. She looked back up Crowell, who was continuing his rant.

"—ws a deadly secret of the Enclave that could bring them crashing to their knees, but he's never told a soul. He's never failed a contract, not once. He can shoot the fingernail off of a raider at two-hundred yards, and what brings that all down to nothing, and I mean disgraces It all." Crowell said, trying to add suspense, which was actually working,

"There's only three things that he knows and hasn't told anybody. One, his past. It's cloudier than a foggy night in the bogs of Point Lookout. Two, where he gets his weapons. The tech he has, it puts the Enclave to shame."

"Then there's three, and this goes as a warning; Never, ever, piss him off. You can make him angry, sure. But for the love of all they you hold dear, don't piss him off."

"Why not?" Marisa asked, confused. "What happens?"

"I don't know for sure." Crowell confessed. "But I saw part of it once. Once, and I'm thankful that was it. I rounded a corner in the mall, and there was this dead girl, with a shattered spinal cord."

Marisa listened, enraptured. "It was a super mutant for sure, but after I looked at her, I saw Kylar. He was splattered in blood, all over his hands, arms, and face. He was holding that Tanto of his, and this is what made my blood run cold. Not the fifteen, yes, fifteen mutants on the ground, but the grin on his face."

"It looked like he was smiling."

A voice rang out from behind the pair. "Actually, I've failed one contract. And it's the mosquito on a raider at three-hundred yards. And the last thing, no comment."

The two spun around to see Kylar leaning against the wall, twirling his Tanto between his fingers. He did it so causally, that the two couldn't help but stare.

This went on for thirty odd seconds before he flipped it down into it's sheath. Kylar started to walk away. "C'mon Marisa. We're heading back to G.N.R." He nodded towards Crowell, and raised an eyebrow at the second knight, who retreated back towards the Memorial.

They were a short ways away, when Kylar stopped and turned around. "Crowell!!" He called.

"Yeah?!" He replied.

"Tell anyone what you just told Marisa and I will hunt you down." Kylar said, dead serious. "Just so we're clear!!"

Marisa walked alongside Kylar in silence, before asking the inevitable question. "How the hell did you shoot a mosquito off a raider?"

I hope you two enjoyed the hilarities that ensued in this chapter, along with a peak at Kylar's life between the Fall of the Phantoms and Current Day.

Zellojello – What happens next….hmm….sorry. You've got me stumped.

Apathyninja – I'm happy that you're interested in the plot, and that apparently my Godlike writing talent is becoming more and more refined. Thank You.

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