"C'mon Audrey- You look ridiculous. Nobody is gonna take us seriously with you in that thing!" MacCready insisted disparagingly from his spot on the sofa in their shared room at Marowski's Hotel Rexford- which Audrey was starting to consider renting on a weekly basis as her time in Goodneighbor continued... Disinterested, She ignored his complaints, continuing to deliberately clasp each silver button of the shroud in place over the form fitting material of her deep blue vault suit- with so many roaving eyes around town, it would feel good to shield herself from the lustful leers of Goodneighbor's deprived drifters, finally. The form fitting spandex did little to hide her assets, and she was sure the trench coat would invite less provocative attention to them as they lingered in the dark, dank streets and alleys of old Scollay Square.

Placing the buckled costume fedora atop her freshly brushed and tied hair, the newly reborn Silver Shroud turned around to face her partner from her spot in front of the dresser mirror.

"I think I look fabulous." She exclaimed confidently, flashing a bright white smile that dazzled him momentarily. Shaking his head, he sighed, rising from his seat to pace around the small room restlessly as the radio played quietly in the background, broadcasting a re-run of The Silver Shroud while they awaited business from kent...

"What are we doing, Audrey?" He complained continuously, underwhelmed by the hopeful ghouls crusade for justice- in his experience, good guys got paid last, and that just wasn't something he stood for.

"Look, MacCready- I know your accustomed to taking orders from thugs and heretics, but for as long as you stick around with me, your going to have to get used to the idea of killing discriminately. I promise you will get to shoot just as many people, and for every psycho, baby stealing, husband killing fucking bastard out there that we waste, you will be rewarded and compensated for fairly. So just trust me, Capiche?"

MacCready starred at her for a minute as she fixed him with a stern stare, waiting for his reply-but suddenly his mind was blank again and all he could do was nod, wondering at the anger he had witnessed flare behind her cool grey eyes during her small outburst- and had she ever spoken so much to him at once before?

"Is that what happened to you then?" He asked finally, taking the chance to address the elephant that had been in the room since their visit with the mayor. Audrey blinked, jaw clenching as she willed herself not to lose her cool. "The guy that killed your husband. Did he take your baby?"

Carefully, MacCready watched her pretty face as she froze, holding her breath as the question assaulted her mind, and she processed through her emotions. First, he saw anger, than grief- And finally acceptance.

"...Yes." She breathed heavily after a moment. "And now...Now I've got to find him." Resolved, Audrey nodded to herself as she pushed down the tidal wave of despair that threatened to surface each time she thought about her baby, and how small her chances of finding him truly were.

MacCready sighed then, shoulders relaxing as he mentally surrendered to her plight, knowing exactly how she felt, even if she couldn't fully explain in the moment- she was mourning, and this was her way of coping. It wasn't much different then how he had handled his own grief, after losing his wife, and their son...

"And this whole Silver Shroud thing...This is gonna help you do that?" He asked for clarification.

"Yes."

"...Okay." He told her then, resigning himself to her crusade- for absolution, if not for justice. " If you say so- I trust you, i guess."

Turning away sharply, Audrey blinked the moisture from her eyes, composing herself before turning back to him with a quivering smile.

"Thank you."

. . .

"Calling all silver shroud fans- this is a once in a lifetime announcement! The silver shroud returns, and he's gonna clean up the streets! Everyone herd how Wayne Delancey murdered miss Selmy and her kid, over a few lousy caps...Death is coming for you Wayne."

"The shroud returns..? What the hell is he talkin' about?" Farenheight asked no one unparticular as the voice of Kent Connolly spoke out over the airwaves, interrupting the comfortable silence between her and her father as he stood across the room, tapping the air out of a Med-Ex syringe while holding the end of his tourniquet tight with his teeth- after expelling the excess air, he expertly administered the drug into the bulging vein on his left forearm, before releasing the tie and discarding the spent needle in the trash unceremoniously nearby.

"...Not sure, but those are some bold words- Delancey's not one to fuck around with." He observed casually, rolling the loose cotton sleeve of his shirt back down his arm as the foreign substance raced through his bloodstream rapidly, sending a rush of pins and needles through his body that left his muscles feeling pleasantly numb, causing him to relax.

"Ain't that one of those mad dogs Sinjin's got sniffin' all over Charlestown?"

Hancock nodded an affirmation, moving around the room to sit down in one of the parallel facing loveseats in the center, lighting a cigarette as he pondered the situation.

"Mmhmm- Ida put em' down already, but I ain't sure im prepared to deal with the backlash for an offence like that. The boys we got in Milton General reported some serious firepower, and from what I've heard, Sinjin's one screw away from coming unhinged and setting fire to the whole back bay..."

Brows furrowing, the young redhead balked momentarily, looking at her father strangely as he exhaled a puff of smoke carelessly into the air, appearing apathetic.

"...Sounds like something that could become a problem in the near future. Maybe we should deal with it?" She prompted smartly, when he didn't further elaborate on a game plan to take them out.

"No- we might have the guns and the ammunition now that our rat problem has been taken care of, but we don't have the men. If we're gonna take out a fish this big, we're gonna need help- and a lot of it..." He surmised lamely, refusing to admit he had already exhausted the list of possibilities in his head of people he thought might be capable of the job, and come up short- Conrad Kellogg was probably the first person that came to mind, but obviously, he wasn't an option anymore, since he was pushing up daisies. Next best option would be the person that killed him, but after meeting her, he wasn't so much sure it wasn't just a run of bad luck that killed the old merc, rather than the impulsive widow...

"...well, than i guess we better hope this Silver Shroud is the real deal then, eh?"

. . .

Striding confidently out the doors of their chosen refuge, Audrey tisked to herself as she thought about the infuriating crime that their target committed, indignant that Goodneighbor's mayor, and the ever present city watch could have allowed such an atrocity to occur inside the settlement.

"If Hancock's citizens don't look to him for safety and security, what exactly does he provide that makes him such a good leader?" She wondered out loud, causing her partner to roll his eyes and make a face.

"Oh you know, just the right to free speech, bare arms, and to conduct shady business in the privacy of your own home- nothing much." He retorted sarcastically, causing her to pause momentarily to re-evaluate her stance on communism in post-war America.

"...And suddenly McDonough doesn't look so bad." She bit back bitterly, causing MacCready to scoff.

"You can't be serious-"

"Woah- holy shit, its the Silver Shroud, in the flesh!" One of the triggermen posted outside the statehouse back door exclaimed in mock horror, singling her out with one long, boney finger as she stood in the middle of the road, face mere inches from MacCready's as they began to argue once more. "Oh no, Death has come for me!"

Hazel brown eyes narrowing to slits, MacCready's upper lip twitched into a disgusted sneer as he shot them an icy look, male pride making his blood boil as they had a hearty laugh at his patron's expense.

"Hey, lay off aye?" He shot back defensively, grabbing Audrey's arm roughly and leading her on-If they didn't find this Delancey guy soon, he was going to lose his mind...

Making their way quickly toward the gate, Audrey decided to take a chance, sucking in a deep breath to calm her nerves before approaching two men standing outside Daisy's Discounts- one looked familiar, wearing a simple white linen T shirt over a dirty pair of jeans, and a tinted pair of Ray-ban's despite the seasonal lack of sunlight- but she couldn't quite place where shed seen him before. Either way, it made her comfortable enough to approach, and ask for directions.

"Can either of you give us the last known whereabouts of Mr. Wayne Delancey?" She asked deliberately, trying for all the world to look confident and capable- a hard feat to manage when you stood a solid 5 foot 3 inches off the ground.

Amused looks faltering, the two men shared a quick, doubtful look with each other as they questioned her sanity, and they were about to tell her to kick rocks- for her own good- until the sound of nearby gunfire interrupted them, echoing off the walls and brick pavers around Scollay square loudly in the mid day quiet. It was a single shot, but she could tell from the sound of the discharge that it was a pipe Pistol- .38 caliber bullet...

"...That way." Glasses man responded lamely then, pointing back in the direction they had come.

Wasting no time, Audrey and MacCready turned on their heel, sprinting back down the alleyway toward downtown Goodneighbor, following the direction the sound had come from as it faded in the distance.

"Hey- watch it asshole!" Someone shouted as MacCready shoulder clipped a man in his haste to keep up with his fleet footed charge.

"Frick!" he swore under his breath, following Audrey down another alley between the Rexford hotel, and Irma's Memory Den- slowing to a walk, Audrey made the most of her limited time by making sure the safety on her revolver was off, and loading the chamber with deft hands, stealing herself before they turned the corner behind the ancient hotel, where their target knelt over his latest victim.

"Wayne Delancey?" She called out almost breathlessly, gaining his attention as he stood, shoving the dead mans caps into the pockets of his bloodied camo cargo pants- he was a bear of a man, stout muscles displayed proudly beneath the simple military harness secured to his torso, covered in a thick dusting of soft black body hair from chest to navel- For the second time that week, Audrey was thankful for her backup.

Shrewd brown eyes narrowing fractionally as he eyed her get up, Wayne Delancey straightened, an amused smirk tugging at his lips.

"What's with the fancy duds?" He asked casually, completely at ease. "Looks expensive...Might be I've found a new friend..?"

Ignoring the question, Audrey decided to get straight to the point, skipping the introductions and closing in on the target.

"Rumor is, you killed Miss Selmy...That true?" She asked fairly, giving him a chance to defend himself incase the allegations were false. Carefully then, she watched his facial features tighten as recognition dawned on him- and there was no guilt or remorse in the depths of his soulless black eyes.

"Yeah- I killed the bitch, and her whelp too." He admitted callously, showing no regard for human life whatsoever. "Shouldn't have bothered- they barely had two caps between them...Why?"

"Listen to the Radio?" MacCready chimed in then, diverting the brutes attention as Audrey prepared to take her shot. "Someone wants you dead..."

Seeming to short out, Wayne Delancey began to breath long and deep, a dangerous glint appearing in his already predatory eyes as he registered the young mercenaries blatant threat.

"Are you...Are you threatening me?" He seethed, furious. "Oh man, that's your last mistake, asshole..." He promised, veins inflating rapidly as he raised his weapon- just as Audrey raised hers.

BANG

Audrey felt the magnum jump in her hands when the bullet was fired, ears ringing painfully as the shot thundered through the alley, louder than Wayne Delancey's .38 caliber by far...The bullet struck him in the temple at point blank range, killing him instantly and spattering her pretty, stoic face with hot, thick blood as his skull exploded- reflexively, she licked her lips, shocked by the taste of iron on her tongue.

Looking down, the vault dweller marveled at the way the mans body had crumpled, wrapping around her feet as a crimson puddle rapidly formed around them. Behind her, MacCready whirled into action, bending down to retrieve the pocket full of blood stained caps the man had looted off his last victim, before reliving him of his ammo bag and travel sack.

"Audrey- the calling card!" He hissed, shaking her out of her daze as the urge to flee the scene overtook him. Adrenalin kicking in, Audrey reached into the deep pockets of the shroud, pulling out one of the signed calling cards with shaking fingers, before tossing it onto the body.

"Good, it done- now lets go before someone see's us!" He urged her vehemently, pulling her along roughly to make a quick get away.

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