Hello readers, yes I know some of you might hate me for killing Codsworth,but I never liked him that much and he was associated with the original templet sole survivor.

Asalways I don't own Fallout or any of its characters.

It's Bethesda's world, I'm just living in it.

So without further adieu, the story

Chapter 3

Waking up for the for the first time after being put into a giant freezer, Jake slowly awoke to the sunrise shining through the side door of the service station. "Sleeping on the floor was definitely not my best idea" he said as he stood and cracked his back loudly. Having remembered that he hadn't gotten around to exploring the station, he surveyed the other rooms and found a rusty bed frame and an old metal desk. As he started to walk out of the room, he heard a hollow echo coming from one of the corner floorboards. He walked over and started to pull at the loose floorboards. Under the floorboards he found a secret weapons locker that was unfortunately empty. He decided to stash the untested cryolator and one of his 10mm pistols in case something happened and he needed to retreat to the gas station. This done, he then covered the boards back up and left the station.

Walking along a long forgotten pre-war road, he began to hear the sharp crack of gunfire coming from the large group of dilapidated buildings that used to be Concord. Not being able to ignore his natural curiosity, Jake quickly made his way toward the group of dilapidated buildings, all the while praying he wouldn't be spotted while he ran. As he finally reached the cover of the pre war structures, he drew one of the 2 10mm pistols off of his belt and carefully made his way down the street. After walking for twenty minutes and hearing the gunfire get steadily louder, he finally came to the main street and began to analyze the situation.

The scene he encountered was very disconcerting. Around 15 men in various state of undress and filth were firing what looked like homemade rifles at a lone figure taking cover on the balcony. As he watched, he was honestly leaning towards the decision that he should leave the man to his fate. It was none of his business and he didn't exactly want to be killed by a lucky shot from some drugged out bastards. Already in the process of sneaking away, he heard the screams start. Turning around quickly, he quickly spotted three previously unseen raiders in a bombed out diner attempting to hold down and strip a female in a strange looking body armor . She was fighting them like a caged animal, but it was ultimately futile. The raiders eventually called over more men to help hold the female soldier down. Hiding there in that dark back alley, something happened. An unsettling, almost crazed kind of rage ignited inside him and was reflected in his glacier blue eyes as he smiled.

Pulling both pistols, he checked the magazine and thumbed back both hammers and waited. "These assholes are sloppy" he thought. They didn't believe that anyone would have the balls to mess with them. Therefore, they never thought to even set up a perimeter. "Well" he thought, that just simply wasn't true. He shivered as his adrenaline started to pump in preparation for the coming fight. His almost crazed grin still in place, he calmly started to walk across the road.

Crossing the street without being seen was in fact, fairly easy. Reaching the back wall of the diner building, he took a deep breath and went through the rear door. The raiders had clearly been making progress as the woman was only wearing a bra and panties. He leisurely walked up behind the kneeling psychos and with both pistols in hand, starts to whistle a tune. The raiders turn and freeze when they see him. A 6'3 broad shouldered man with a large scar down his neck and an unsettling look in his eyes. "You know" he said seeming contemplative "I wasn't gonna interfere until I saw the woman getting raped and I've never been a fan of that kinda shit and well what can I say; bad move on your part." crack,crack,crack,crack,crack, andall five men went down with holes in their heads. The woman simply stared at him as he reloaded his pistols and walked over to hand her the armor that she formerly wore. "Are you okay" he asked as he peeked out the doorway to check where the other raiders were. "Who the hell are you?" She asked angrily as she quickly put her armor back on, or at least tried to. "The toothfairy from hell" he mumbled, not really paying attention. He suddenly noticed that she was heavily favoring her leg while slowly trying to finish getting into the armor. "Well you're not gonna be any help" he snarked as he walked back out into the street. "Damn it" she cursed as she watched him walk down the street like he didn't have a care in the world. As she pulled herself into a better firing position, she had only one thought. "This guy is completely friekin nuts."

Jakob McCobb had never felt more alive; walking down the street two guns in hand, taking care of the lowest form of scum and generally just handling some serious shit. This is what he'd been trained for; this is where he felt in his element. A squadmate from the special forces once told him that killing a man is like riding a bike, once you learn how you never forget. Hearing that, the squad sergeant slapped him in the head and told him what a moron he was. He said that it wasn't anything like a bicycle because you never had to double tap a bike to make sure it stayed down. With this bit of wisdom in mind, he lifted his guns and started shooting.

This is my first fanfiction give me some slack here. Don't review if you're going to be assholes about it.

I do this because I enjoy it. Not to please people.

That means you Elderscrollsperv, your stories aren't exactly masterpieces either you cynical dick.

Otherwise peace out and please enjoys the story