A/N: Here we are, the moment you may have read about in Megaton Stories. The Pregnant woman scene. Now mind you this is one of the harder and most "pushing it" parts of the story since it does involve some pretty dark themes. If you dont know what I am talking about, well prepare for a hell of a ride as we are now nearing the end to the story. Remember to Read and Review so I know you liked the story.


They sat for another hour, laughing and joking about old times, as if they hadn't a care in the world. This is what both men would have considered a great night for the two of them, were it not for the fact there was an army of raiders out for their blood on the other side of the rubble.

"You're still the luckiest bastard in the world, ya know?" Jericho said laughing to himself, as James turned to him with a smirk.

"Bullshit! You survived way more than I have old man!" James responded, taking a long drink of his whiskey.

"Age aint got shit to do with being lucky, Kid. Shit, I'd say the lucky guys die young so they don't have to deal with the shit that comes with being alive!" Jericho responded a grim look on his face as he spoke.

"Way to fucking ruin the moment…" James said, throwing the empty bottle into the darkness of the cavern. He was waiting to hear the smash of the bottle, before he got to his feet to get another one.

"Just being honest, Kid." Jericho responded, as he looked gloomily into the cavern below. James, seeing this, decided to lighten the mood.

"Remember that shoot out in the old Springvale School?" James asked, smiling down at Jericho.

"You mean when I saved your ass from those ants?" Jericho asked, looking up at James.

"Oh, looks like age or booze is affecting your memory, Jericho. Because I seem to recall, back at that school, saving your ass from those ants." James said, smiling down at his comrade as he spoke.

"You're fucking crazy! That ant had you where it wanted you, all defenceless and screaming 'Help me! Help me!' Like the little bitch you are!" Jericho responded, making a less than impressive impression of James that sounded more like a girl than him. Whether this was intentional or not, James wasn't sure.

"Oh no no no! If I recall, it was on top of you because you tripped and fell down into its nest and it saw its opportunity. You were all like 'Kid! Help me kid!' I mean it looked like it was either trying to eat you, or fuck you! I thought you were about to piss your pants!" James laughed, doing his own impression of Jericho. In a split second, Jericho was to his feet glaring into James' eyes.

"You want me to kill you before those bastards get the chance?" Jericho asked, his threat met with the smart ass smile of his young companion.

"You can sure as hell try… But I think it would be a lot more fun to get our shit together and start getting ready for those cocksuckers to break through that rubble." James responded, motioning his head towards the blockade Jericho had caused.

"Good point..." Jericho responded, lighting another cigarette as he looked towards James.

"Any ideas?" Jericho asked, as James scratched his head.

"Three. Two involve us going out in a blaze of glory, dying like heroes but torn to shreds in a sea of bullets…" James began, looking towards the rubble.

"So die like a pussy? No thanks. What's the third?" Jericho asked, raising an eyebrow to James.

"We give them a taste of their own medicine." James smirked, patting Jericho on his back before running away from the raider.

"THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN?" Jericho shouted at the young man, confused and scratching his head.

"MORE FUCKING GRENADES?!" Jericho asked, his voice bellowing out in the caverns as he called after James.

"NO! NO MORE GRENADES!" James shouted back, leaving Jericho wondering what he had planned. He did know it was going to be fucking good, whatever it was.

It was 2:44am when the raiders finally broke through the barricade and found…nothing. No sign of the intruders, just a bunch of dead raiders littering the ground with various wounds on their bodies and some broken bottles down at the bottom of the cliff. Each of the raiders who entered the caverns knew that they weren't dealing with the usual wasteland douchebags. These guys were serious. They hadn't taken more than five steps when a thunderous buckshot killed three of them, and sent a wave of fear rushing through those who were still alive's bodies. The attacker made sure he was seen, and ran around the corner of the bar area after flipping the group of raiders off. Those dumb enough to run head first, soon found themselves blasted back into the group that followed them. The men had set up traps to thin out the more headstrong or feral raiders, but the problem with this kind of trap was that they only fell for it once.

"HEY ASSHOLES! YOU COMING FOR ME, OR DO I GOT ENOUGH TIME TO JERK OFF BEFORE YOU PUSSYS COME GET ME?!" The old man shouted, as the raiders shared a dazed look with each other. Some wanted to run, others wanted blood.

"I'm waiting ladies!" He shouted, as some of the raiders shared a glance with each other.

"You guys head outside and get ready in case we don't make it out." The leader said, as five of the raiders happily ran out of the caverns.

The remaining raiders cautiously stepped into the caverns, unaware of what waited them inside the once familiar cavern. They continued into the cavern, and slowly approached the pool table where there apparently had been some kind of brawl. Two dead raiders and a lot of blood was all that was left of the fighters. One of the men approached a body slowly, from the look of sadness on his face it was someone he had been close to. As he knelt down, a horrifying beeping sound began to ring out. There was no time to react before the mine exploded; sending what was left of his body catapulting away into pieces. They all heard the sadistic laughter of the old man from the bar, and as if by instinct charged into the cramped passage. Sitting at the bar, smiling at the men entering the small area, the old man aimed the shotgun at the generator and pulled the trigger, causing the entire cavern to become enveloped in darkness. Each of the raiders who had followed the old man into bar area, soon were met with an unpleasant and familiar sound. The whirling sound that a minigun made before it fired. Blind in the dark, they could only hope that their attacker was as blind as they were. They were wrong. Each of them were mowed down, their bodies were ripped to shreds by the barrage of shells coming from the minigun. With his victims dead, James threw the minigun on the ground and marched over to Jericho.

The plan was simple; James would hide in the shadows when the raiders broke through disguised as one of them, a boogieman hood on to make sure he wasn't recognised. He would stay at the back, so he wasn't recognized. Not that it was likely anyone would question a fresh face around here; most of the residents were drugged up half the time and the other half brawling. Nobody really got to know one another, only got to know their reputations. At least that's what Jericho said, but just in case, James felt the mask was necessary. After this, he was to lead them to the bar area and mow the bastards down once Jericho hit the lights. In order to see in the dark, Jericho prescribed something called cat eye, which James found gave him better vision in the dark. Were it not for his scars, James would have surely been found out to be an imposter, after all no raider was free of scars. What James wasn't prepared for was the mine Jericho had apparently set when he wasn't paying attention. Not only did this put him at risk, but it put the whole plan at risk, just because Jericho wanted to cause more damage than necessary. That being said, it did get the guys in the bar a hell of a lot faster than if James had just been leading them there. Jericho's job was simple, get their attention and lead them to the bar, after which hit the lights and take cover.

"Jericho?" James shouted, as he stepped towards the bar.

"You're not dead are you?" James asked, as he moved closer to the counter.

"Of fucking course not, just hooking up a new generator for the lights." Jericho said, hooking up the cable to the generator.

"WAIT DON'T DO-"

It was too late for objections, as the lights blasted on blinding James in the process. James covered his eyes, as he felt the lights intensity burn his eyes. It was like staring into the sun with a telescope, or at least that's how it felt to him. Covering his eyes with his arm, James felt anger swell up inside of him as he grunted in pain.

"Oh right…the cat eye….forgot about that." Jericho said, guiding James to his target with this sound of his voice. He was going to kick the shit out of Jericho for turning on the lights. His eyes hurt like hell now, and Jericho showed no sign of sympathy in his tone.

"You fucking bastard. This really fucking hurts!" James shouted, trying desperately to keep his eyes shielded from the light. Seeing the sun when he left the Vault the first time didn't hurt this damn bad.

"Yeah…I know kid. It should wear off any second now." Jericho explained, as he started walking towards the Lone Wanderer.

He was right, almost instantly after it was said the blue tint faded from James' sight and his normal vision returned. Slowly, James lowered his arm from his eyes and blinked heavily as he took in the area around him, corpses and all. Glaring at Jericho, he gritted his teeth as he clinched his fist.

"You couldn't have fucking waited?" James asked, pulling the hood off his head and revealing his pissed off face.

"Nah…patience aint something I'm known for ya know?" Jericho said, a wicked smile connecting both his ears.

"What was with that fucking mine?" James asked, his tone showing annoyance.

"I was bored with your little traps, so I set one of my own." Jericho responded.

"You're a fucking asshole, you know that?" James asked his face grim as he spoke and looked over the corpses.

"Yeah…look I know that hurts like hell, so I'll tell you what. You get one free shot." Jericho said, causing James to stop and turn towards the old raider with a look of confusion.

"What?" James asked, making sure he heard the old raider right.

"You get one free shot at me. No hard feelings, we all square then." Jericho explained, as James raised an eyebrow towards him.

"Your letting me hit you? Hard as I want?" James asked, a smile crossing his face.

"Sure, just-"

Jericho was quickly interrupted by a swift right hook slamming into his face, causing him to scream in pain as the noise of bone cracking echoed through the cavern. Jericho held his nose, as blood began to drip out of it. Jericho was grunting and groaning in pain, as he staggered around the bar.

"MY FUCKING NOSE!" Jericho shouted into his hands, as James smiled and looked at his fist.

"You were right….I do feel better." James smirked as he approached Jericho.

"You little cock sucking piece of shit! You broke my nose." Jericho groaned, clearly in a lot of pain and angry about his nose.

"Come on big man, let's see that nose." James spoke calmly as he lowered Jericho's hands gently away from his face and began examining the broken nose.

"Okay, looks broken…but I think I can fix it." James said, as he looked at the nose.

"THEN FUCKING DO IT!" Jericho barked, glaring at the kid.

"It's gonna hurt like hell." James explained as he positioned his hands on the old raiders face. The problem with doing this with one robotic hand was that James wasn't sure how much pressure he could apply with the metallic limb. For all he knew he could be making it a lot worse by applying pressure with it, but he was in a rather sadistic mood so he didn't care.

"Just fucking do it!" Jericho snapped, as James applied the pressure and snapped the nose back into place. Jericho screamed, as James proved that he was not gentle when it came to doing this. Releasing Jericho's skull from his grip, James turned to face the small area in the north of the cavern. That must have been where they kept the slaves.

"You son of a bitch!" Jericho grunted, sniffing the air with his fixed nose, wiping the blood off on his sleeve.

"You asked for it..." James responded, smiling back at him as he picked up his rifle and some ammo.

"Fuck you." Jericho said, cracking a smile at James as he turned towards the bar.

"Is that where they keep the slaves?" James asked, as Jericho looked towards the area James was referring to.

"The entertainment…yeah that's where their kept." Jericho responded, still referring to the people up there as entertainment opposed to what they were.

"Is there a key?" James asked, scratching his head as he spoke.

"It's on the hook by the door." Jericho said as he rummaged through the bars contents, as if he was looking for something special.

Ignoring the curiosity to ask Jericho what he was looking for; James walked up towards the barred door and found the key hanging from a hook just outside it. Using this key, he unlocked the door and walked up the stairs towards the sound of fearful whimpers and sobs. What he saw brought back far more memories than he cared to have recalled. People locked in cages and starved to the point of death, hope slowly draining from their bodies. James saw little to no life in their eyes, when he approached the cages. As he drew near, the prisoners backed away from the doors towards the walls. Shivering in fear as James stood before them through the bars. He knew what it was like. To be that hungry. To be that scared of someone. To feel like there was no hope left.

"Don't be frightened. I'm here to free you." James explained, but his words fell on deaf ears. Taking a deep sigh, James realized they were not going to believe he was there to help. They couldn't believe that. Not now. Unlocking the doors, James dropped the keys and returned to the bar.

When he returned, he saw Jericho looking at some of the raider corpses in disdain, like they had disappointed him in some way. As James approached the old man, Jericho held up a glass of whiskey to James, which the young man gladly accepted. There they were standing around the corpses of god knew how many dead raiders, some of which were unarmed, others armed to the teeth. Downing the stiff drink in one gulp, intent on drinking these resurfacing memories away, as he watched the raiders captives exit their cells. Jericho was now concentrating on his new shotgun. Smiling at the kid, he poured them both a glass of whiskey from a large bottle.

"This looks like a good time for another drink!" Jericho announced, handing James another glass of whiskey with a smile.

"We gonna toast to something?" James asked a smile now on his face.

"How's about…to one hell of a partnership?" Jericho announced, raising his glass to his young companion.

"Sure thing…partner." James smiled, as the cling of the glasses ringed throughout the bar. Both men downed their drink quickly, letting out a heavy gasp as they finished. Jericho let out a vulgar burp, causing James to laugh in amusement at the raider's antics.

Despite how much both men had drank, they found themselves still somewhat sober. They weren't completely sober, but they were level headed. Or at least as level headed as they could be after the blood loss, and amount they both had drank. Still they were a lot more sober than they would have been at Moriarty's on a Saturday night at this hour. James found himself smiling, as he knew he would miss those times, but soon noticed Jericho looking over the corpses at their feet.

"You'd swear that a fucken army ah raiders would put up more of a fight?" Jericho stated, loading his new toy slowly as he spoke.

"You sound disappointed." James added leaning against the counter as he spoke, a smile on his face. James could see the slaves moving towards the two now. Perhaps, this was the reason Jericho was loading his shotgun James found himself asking. Sure they were harmless, but James had survived too much to know that looks could always be deceptive. He knew they weren't gonna do anything violent, after all what could they do.

"So are you?" James asked, feeling tired from lack of sleep, and slightly tipsy from the booze.

"Fuck no. I find it hysterical at how much of pansies they were." Jericho explained, chuckling to himself.

Jericho downed another disgustingly dirty glass of whisky, as a pregnant woman approached the two of them. James wasn't a doctor or hell maybe he was, after all he didn't remember what his G.O.A.T score was, but he could tell that she wasn't too far away from giving birth. Her body was scantily dressed, with bruises covering most of her arms and legs. The fact her baby survived so long in a raider base like this was something short of miracle, at least in his mind.

"So…are you guys going to take us all home?" She asked, as James stood looking at her with great disbelief.

This question sent chills down James' spine as it left the woman's lips. He was so close to finding his father, after so much time chasing leads and running around the wasteland in search for him. After they were reunited, they would go back to Vault 101, clear up the misunderstanding and be a happy family again. This belief kept James' hope for finding his father alive over his time spent in the wasteland. And now, here he stood on the edge of his journeys end, only to be asked to run around the wasteland returning these people to their homes. He was speechless. More for the fact that he wasn't sure he even wanted to help these people now. Had he not done enough by saving them? By putting his life at risk to free them from their captors? Had he not suffered the harsh reality of the DC Wasteland enough to have it end sooner rather than later? He deserved happiness and knew he had to tell these people no, but how could he do that? He began to regret freeing them when Jericho answered for him.

"Fuck yourself!" Jericho answered her, another glass of whiskey in his hand.

"What?" She asked, shock on her face. James felt relief run over his body as Jericho was able to say the one thing he feared he couldn't.

"We don't have to do a damn thing for any of ya! Hell, we could have just left ya in this place to rot, for all I care. So I'll say this again. Fuck. Yourself. "Jericho explained, being as brutally honest as he saw fit.

"But we could die!" She argued, tears forming in her eyes as she spoke.

"Oh boo-fucking-hoo! Me and the kid could have died coming here, but we didn't. We could have died fighting off those pansies. Hell, the kid almost died because of these bastards, and you have the balls to ask us for more help! Gimme a fucking break." Jericho stated, finding a mix of being honest and being a complete and utter asshole.

"You two have guns, we don't!" She replied, tears streaming down her face as she spoke.

"Look around, honey. There's a fucken collection of weapons and gear on these limp dicked fuckers bodies. Take some. And then fucken leave!" Jericho ordered, drinking down the glass of whiskey.

"No…you freed us. We are your responsibility." She stated anger in her tone at how the man was not taking her or her plea seriously.

"We don't have to do a god damn thing! Now I don't want to have to say this shit again. Fuck. Off." Jericho barked, as he turned away from the woman.

James felt a sense of bitter relief crash over him. It wasn't fair to do this to these people, but at the same time he didn't have the time to save them. None saved him when he needed help, and none took him by the hand and guided him home when he was near death. He knew that some of these people wouldn't survive, but at the same time at least they weren't slaves anymore. However, he was not prepared for what was to come next.

Whether it was out of fear or anger, the pregnant woman grabbed a fork from one of the tables and lunged at Jericho. Realising he was in danger, Jericho raised his arms to defend his head and neck. The fork was buried deep into his neck, though did not hit deep enough to kill him. James stood in shock, unsure of what to do. Did he defend his partner, and kill a pregnant woman? Or did he just let his friend be attacked? Pushing her away and removing the fork from his neck, Jericho's eyes glared at her with a new found hatred. Rage and bloodlust filled his eyes as he glared in silence.

"YOU FUCKEN BITCH!" Jericho shouted, as he aimed his shot at the unarmed woman.

"No please don't." She begged, raising her hands in surrender and fear.

"Jericho…" James spoke softly, watching Jericho as he started walking towards the woman.

"Please…don't kill me. I'm sorry!" She pleaded, guarding her stomach with one hand as she raised the other to Jericho in an attempt to stop him. Jericho cocked the shotgun, and ignored her attempts.

"JERICHO!" James screamed, but his words were silenced by the thunderous blast of Jericho's shotgun.

The shotgun blast echoed heavily against the ears of those in the cave. Paralysed faces of shock, disgust, and fear were worn by the other captives at what they had just witnessed. James was no different, and looked in shock at the woman's dead body. Speechless, and yet the situation didn't really hit him until now.

"She was pregnant…and you killed her." James said calmly, before turning around and grabbing Jericho by the throat with his metallic hand. This man, who moments ago, he was drinking with and toasting to their partnership,

"SHE WAS PREGNANT! AND YOU FUCKING KILLED HER LIKE AN ANIMAL!" James shouted, anger and hatred in his tone as Jericho gasped for breath.

"That's right…" Jericho wheezed heavily, punching James in the gut before pushing him away. Both men took heavy deep breaths as they stared at each other.

"Ya know what, that's right! But ya know what else? You watched me do it! So don't start with that whole high and mighty shit with me, kid!" Jericho barked, slowly and maliciously speaking.

"Ya coulda blocked the shot, stopped me from firing, or stopped her from stabbing me, but ya didn't." Jericho explained, pressing his hand on the stab wound in his neck.

"Ya know what that tells me?" You don't give a shit about people anymore." Jericho stated, his face growing darker and darker with each word spoken.

"…." James remained speechless, hoping Jericho was lying. But he knew the raider wouldn't bullshit about something like this.

"Noting to say to that, Mister Saint? No? So let me ask you something. Who's gonna save us from YOU, when you become no better than these assholes?" Jericho asked kicking the corpse of one of the raiders as he spoke, causing a knot to form in James' stomach. One that continuously grew tighter and tighter with every word Jericho spoke.

"What then?" Jericho asked, glaring into the fearful eyes of James.

"I'll tell ya what then. Then we are all fucked!" Jericho answered, causing James to take a step back in fear.

"That's not gonna happen." James answered defiantly, more fear in his voice now than anger.

"Sure it aint. Keep telling yourself that, kid. You'll sleep better." Jericho responded, mocking James as he pushed past the kid.

"Now, I'm getting a fucken Stimpack, then we're going to find your dad. So you two can finally go fuck off back to ya little vault, and leave me the fuck alone." Jericho barked, walking away from the now motionless James. It was now that James realized, the person he was the angriest at now was himself.

As Jericho walked away from James, one of the captives decided to take Jericho's advice and picked up a weapon. His intended target was obvious to everyone in the cavern, except the target itself, who was much more focused on his bleeding wound. Seeing this, James pointed his rifle towards the skinny malnourished man firing off a warning shot that narrowly missed his target.

"Don't even think about it." James warned, cocking his rifle as he looked at the group. Jericho was among those now looking at James, as he held the rifle towards the group.

"Let me make one thing fucking clear!" James barked, as he aimed the rifle at the sickly weak prisoners.

"If it weren't for us, you fucks would still be behind bars. Playing the part of plaything for these degenerate assholes! We killed all these fuckers that are at your feet now, and are literally the only way you guys are gonna get out here alive. So you all have a choice to make." James explained, all compassion gone from his voice as he spoke.

"Option A, you do what we say and maybe you will live to see another fucking day." James barked, his rifle steady as an evil smile crossed his face.

"Or option B. I kill each and every one of you now." James smirked as he took aim on the weak prisoners.

"Understand?" James asked, not needing an answer to know they would do what he said.

"Good." James responded, lowering his rifle.

In what can only be described as a stupid move on the malnourished man's part, he decided to take the opportunity to try his hand again at getting revenge for the woman. However, he was too slow to pull the trigger and realised almost instantly that this was a fatal mistake. James had stopped the man from second guessing his actions, by firing a round into the man's skull. A woman let out a scream of fear and horror, as he fell to the ground dead. Blood poured out of his skull from the wound the bullet had inflicted. There were tears from those around him, but all had learned to listen to the men that saved them if they wanted to survive.

Catching up with Jericho, James felt like he was going to get sick. In that moment, while killing someone who not only was no real threat to him but also as an example to those around him to stay in line, reminded him of the Pitt. The prisoners already reminded him of how he felt as a slave, but now they reminded him what it was like being a slaver. It made him sick to his stomach, but also granted him a sick joy that came with the feeling of power. He hated himself so much for what he had done, but the sooner he found his dad, the sooner he would be home and all would be right again with the world. Jericho had stabbed himself with a stimpack he found on one of the raiders, healing his wound up almost instantly.

"Hey…Jericho…" James started, finding it hard to come up with the words he needed.

"Fuck off kid." Jericho snapped, not showing a bit of gratitude towards the man who had just saved his life.

"Look…I am not gonna pretend I agree with what the hell you just did there." James started, as Jericho turned around to James.

"And am I supposed to apologize for killing the bitch that stabbed me?" Jericho asked, raising an eyebrow towards James.

"Let me ask you a question, kid. Would you have let them think you were gonna bring them back to their homes after we were done here?" Jericho asked, shoving James a little as he spoke.

"Well, I don't know"

"Eeeeh! Wrong answer fuck-o! You know as well as I do there was no chance in hell you were gonna stop now when you're so close to finding your fucking dad." Jericho barked interrupting James, still shoving James aggressively.

"Stop shoving me!" James warned, as he raised a finger to Jericho.

"Or you'll what? Talk me to death?" Jericho asked, shoving James again. Out of instinct, James grabbed Jericho's arm and twisted it behind his back, before pushing him against the wall.

"I warned you!" James stated, as Jericho grunted in pain.

It was then, that Jericho forced himself back on top of the kid, and quickly rolled over on top of James. It was at this point, James felt the old raider assault him over and over with punches. Jericho was angry, and had to take his rage out on someone. Anyone.

"YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!" Jericho shouted, as his fist connected with James face.

"YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME?! HUH? IS THAT IT?!" Jericho screamed, drawing blood from the kid's mouth as he assaulted him.

"NO FUCKEN VAULTIE PIECE OF SHIT IS BETTER THAN ME! UNDERSTAND!" Jericho shouted, as he wrapped his hands around the young man's neck and looked into his eyes.

"Not so nice when it's your neck being fucking choked is it?" Jericho said through gritted teeth, as James struggled for air.

Jericho could see the life slowly drain out of the kid's body, but noticed something else. Rather than using the metallic arm to try and free his neck from Jericho's grasp, he was using his flesh arm. Jericho didn't realize that this was a diversion before he felt the metallic hand slam into his stomach, causing him to loosen his grip. Before his had time to react, Jericho felt the flesh hand smash him across the face. This caused Jericho to let go of James' throat and roll off the young man's body. James let out a heavy gasp for air, as Jericho let go of his neck. Both men took deep breaths again, and looked at each other with a mix of contempt and confusion. James ran his hand over his neck, feeling the area that Jericho had just let go off. Jericho flashed a smile, rubbing his jaw as he chuckled to himself.

"That thing really packs a punch." Jericho smirked as he looked at James.

"You….choke like a bitch!" James wheezed as both men began laughing.

"Let's get these bitchs out of here…Then we finish this shit." Jericho grumbled, as he got to his feet and walked towards the entrance of the caverns. James reluctantly followed him, looking at this pip-boy to discover it was almost dawn.


A\N: So shall I explain some things, as I always do.

1. Jericho's outlook on luck = This is more a comment on his age than anything else. For those who dont know Jericho (In game) is in his 60s. I kid you not. The man was once a raider and has probably seen a lot of shit in his time, hence his dark belief that only the lucky get to die young. He is by no way suicidal, but does believe that hes stuck in a world too grim to outlive. But the main reason is hes just an asshole.

2. The ant story = Springvale school has always been a fun location to me. Mostly cuz i walked into it the first time I played the game and was killed by all the ants after dealing with the raiders. Its full of raiders and ants, two of my fave enemies in fallout 3. Ants because they go splat and raiders because...well lets face it their canon fodder.

3. 3 plans = There was no two other ideas. There was only ever one. But this is a side reference to my proof reader who I ran by two ideas of how they got out of this situation before I came up with the one they use in the story. They refered to it as the more realistic and less superhero like way to kill the raiders.

4. Time = Time plays an important factor in this story, hence why I mention it. The story's title says it all, its one night in evergreen mills. Which means they wont be sleeping anytime soon for those who want to know.

5. "Why is Jericho so Vulgar?"- Random citizen = Jericho is a foul mouthed cocky impulsive asshole. He swears whenever he damn well pleases and is as crude as humanly possible. His character is a former raider, as is in game, and therefore I cant imagine the guy being all too civil when it comes to danger. I get this question a lot in PM's and never understood why the fact I made Jericho a bit more wordy than he is in game upsets certain folk. Like have you met raiders? Not exactly a good bunch of guys.

6. Cateye is only in NV! = So? I am using anything from Fallout Lore I can. Which means any and all things are fair game. If it appeared in a fallout game I may use it. So dont bitch about me using a drug that appeared in Nv.

7. James' concern= This was something that came to my mind when I wrote the scene. Because James has a mechanical arm he has to be super careful when doing certain things. Because too much pressure and boom hes made it worse.

8. The Slaves= Yeah this part here was important. See as I mention in the story, James was a slave once in the pitt and underwent horrible treatment at the hands of his captors. So he has something against slavery. Go figure. However as stated as well, James was then a slaver and you see a difference in his personality about it. But more on that later.

9. Watchmen = As pointed out before in Megaton stories, this bit is suppose to be the scene from Watchmen in which the Comedian kills a pregnant woman. The is a difference though. As I have alread laid out James is someone who has lost all his innocient hard and pretty damn fast. Theres very few good things left in his life. He has been broken down again and again, each time only barely managed to put himself togeter again. This scene is perfect because it shows just how much humanity James has lost as it did with Manhatten. While Manhatten knows what Blake did was wrong he doesnt feel anything about it because in the grand scheme of things it means nothing. James on the hand watchs it happen, like it was just an everyday thing. Its not until he realizes fuck thats horrible. James is angry at himself for not caring. For letting it not affect him in such a way. This scene perfectly describes how fucked James is.

10. James V Jericho = The two men are tired and pissed off. Give them a break. They fight a lot because James trys to be a good person and Jericho cant see any good reason to be a good person. They are a hell of a team but even the best pairing has a few dents in it.

Remember to leave me a little review on what you thought and I shall see you guys in the next chapter :D Later.