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Location: Seatoll, Brotherhood Safehouse

He wasn't sure how far trouble was behind him, but Jack was fairly certain that wacked out killer was somewhere behind them. His new companion was nice on the eyes and all, but she was giving him serious raider vibes; though at least she hadn't tried killing him now. With snow crunching underfoot, Jack could see the safehouse up ahead; an old pre war factory whose roof had long since collapsed from the snow gathered atop it. Seeing the building up ahead, he felt a bit of relief fill his fatigue rattled body. "We'll be safe here, don't think that freak would think to look here." He remarked, slowly his pace as he sucked much needed air into his lungs; though the cold air caused it to sting all the while. A worn steel door was the target, it's frame having been welded onto the building to ensure it wouldn't be breached easily.

Jack's progress towards the door, he fumbled through his pocket and retrieved the key. Placing the key into the lock, and twisting it, the door came open, revealing the hint of a snow covered floor and what looked like several empty work benches laid out before the pair. "I've been staying here for the last few weeks, Brotherhood doesn't use this anymore since-" He paused, his head dropping as he knew damn well where the Brotherhood was operating out of now. It used to be his home. "Well they moved out a while ago, but yea, no one comes around here no more." Stepping into the building, he would shut the door behind her once she entered, leaving the pair to deal with a new onset of cold that settled in.

Now he had a new mission, fire up the propane heater and try to find a better way to pass the night. Hopefully his bosses wouldn't come looking for him.

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You help one poor sap not get the shit beaten out of him and you're good deed gets punished. She just wanted a drink not to have some psycho on her and this kid's behind like a Miralurk to a skinny dipper. Still just follow the guy and hope that this place he knew was as safe as it seemed to be.

"I hope so, I have no idea what the fuck was up with him, he was more like a damn robot than a human." Skyler call out to Jack as the building grew in size in front of them. Though that wasn't what was on Skyler's mind as she quickly checked her back, her hands still gripping onto her smg for dear life ready to turn her back and see the fuckhead chasing them down.

She practically slammed into the wall as she checked their 6, ready to strangle the guy as he fumbled for the keys. She was just wanting to get in and just process whatever the hell was the last hour of her life. She was expecting to deal with chemmed out raiders and escorting hapless settlers to their dirt mounds, this was all way above her.

Still thankfully no one came and the the door opened. A heavy exhale exiting her mouth and bringing with it a cloud of condensation out of her mouth. She heard Jack explain a bit about this place though her mind skimped over most of the details. All she needed to know was that it was abandoned.

She walked in and heard the door hinges grind to a halt as the door shut behind them. She could already feel a shred of peace enter her. Looking at the array of benches she clears the chamber of her gun and sets it on safe before resting it on one of the benches. The barrel pointing towards the wall the bench was resting against. As she turns away from the bench she feels the cold finally hit her. She feels her hands begin to tremble and now she is aware that it feels like her chest is in a never ending state of rising convulsion. Her ears and nose starting to feel numb.

"Ok... you have something you can make a fire with? I want to be able to shoot straight if that... that thing comes back." Skyler says in shivers, she quickly cups her gloved hands together and breathes into them. Just realizing how little feeling she has in them right now. She goes to one of the workbenches and quickly brushes off a layer of snow with her arm as she sits on top of it curling into a ball to get some form of warmth to her body again.

"How the hell do you guys deal with this? She asks referring to the cold as she watches Jack.

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With the shuttering of the door, Jack moves towards the back of the building, looking through the shelves for the power core. "Yea, yea I got some stuff over here. Just let me find it..." The woman's words from earlier made him think of some of the 'passification' robots that the Brotherhood had in deployment, but none of them looked human like that one man. Made him wonder if the Brotherhood had some aces up their sleeves that they didn't show yet.

"Truth be told lady, I'm not from here, not really. Was born in a vault, so this is all sorta new to me." He explained, his eyes spotting the jury rig charger he had set up a few weeks ago. Unplugging the device, he moved towards one of the benches, moving out a small metal disk device and dropping the core into the center of the device. Kicking the small thing towards Skylar, Jack pulled up a chair and joined her, as the metal disk began to glow bright red, producing a heat that began to thaw the pair out. "They call these things space heaters, pre war tech. We had a ton of them in the vault for when it was time to come outside, Brotherhood was nice enough to let us keep some stuff." There was a pause, followed by a sigh as Jack followed it up. "Well, whatever garbage they didn't want."

Looking to his new companion, he tucked his hands into his armpits, trying to squeeze out some warmth. "So, what about you? Have the look of a raider, but you don't have that murderous intent going for you. You're clearly not a local." Then again, neither was he. Nodding towards the woman's weapon, he was curious enough to give her an offer. "Noticed you didn't pop off any shots with that there gun. Need me to take a look at it? Snow and frost takes a toll on the gear here."

Hopefully this wouldn't backfire on them. This was sadly the best conversation he had been having this whole month.
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So he was a Vault dweller, that was starting to answer some questions. No wonder why he didn't have it in him to just shoot those two assholes from earlier. Most of those guys always seemed way over their heads about that stuff. Still she wasn't complaining, in fact it meant that she would likely didn't have to worry about Jack trying to pull something fast on her... That happened way too many times, with most wastelanders.

Added that with the fact that whatever he was working on had come to life as the red heating element began to spat heat and warm Skyler down to her core. Maybe he could get a kiss on the cheek later, fella would probably go nuts just from that. She put her hands forwards and began to feel them begin to have feeling again. This little thing was neat, some prewar magic, apparently shit though in jack's eyes.

"Well now it's hot garbage, just like me." She says chuckling at her own joke. She was about to lay in on the sweet talk and try to get going what she had in mind earlier until he mentioned she looked like a fucking raider.

"I'm not a raider pal." Well... not anymore "I'm a merc, used to live down in New Vegas, that was until things were starting to get nuts down there." She couldn't believe that some people were telling her a fucking psychotic mail man was tearing their way across the Mojave, yet the stories just kept coming, especially from the sleezebag Mister New Vegas. "Someone tipped me off that Seatoll would have plenty of work and it'd be quiet... though I guess that's been shot to shit..."

She says sighing to herself. The heat was helping but now she was left to wonder where to go from here, well that was until Jack offered to check out her sub-machine gun. She cocked her head at the offer. "I just didn't want to waste ammo on that guy, besides you know what you're doing? It seemed like you you didn't even know how to handle that 10mm..." She sighed though it got her mind to wonder. She reaches over to the adjacent bench and gets her MP5. She removes the magazine and cycles the charging handle to be absolutely sure the damn thing wasn't loaded. Didn't want to risk this guy shooting her, or himself for that matter. She knew how to keep it clean though truth be told she had no idea if some piece was ready to just snap off and render the thing junk.

She looks over to Jack, damn guy looked like he was just done with everything. Well maybe he just had a knack for this stuff, besides maybe a small pick me up was what he needed. Guys just love it when they can help a gal out. Skyler looks around and notices a metal bowl on one of the shelves. She snatches it and tries to knock the snow out of it. Now holding her gun in one hand the bowl in the other she addresses Jack.

"You know what, just for you, I'll let you take a look. There's just 2 pins you need to remove one by the stock and the other by the trigger. You can get at everything from there. Just don't break or lose anything." She hands the gun and bowl to Jack and watches to see what he does with it. While he works Skyler asks Jack a question as she thinks back about what he had said earlier to her.

"You know you don't sound like you much like the brotherhood. So why is a vault dweller like you dressed like one then?

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He shrugged his shoulders at the comment from her, seemed she was down on her luck just like everyone else in this god forsaken city. "Must not think highly of yourself if you're going around talking like that." He remarked, his gaze lingering on her as she gave a run down of her story. New Vegas? Mercenary? Well, least he knew close to half of what she was saying. "You telling me it gets worse outside this frozen hell hole? Don't know a New Vegas, but it's gotta be better than this." He commented, his lack of awareness of the outside world was pretty evident; that's what happened when you spent decades locked up under the ground.

Her explanation made sense, after all ammo wasn't exactly easy to come by. Hell, he was pretty sure he only had the one clip that his Brotherhood superiors had given him; though one clip of ammo was the least of his problems, given he had no idea how to use the damn thing. "Yea, well, we didn't exactly get firearms training down underground, but don't worry, I know my stuff. Worked as a nuclear reactor operator if you can believe it. Now I take apart and reassemble machines for the Brotherhood so...like I said, I know my stuff." Hopefully she'd believe that much, otherwise his patience was to get fed up and fast. "I'm rather happy to hear you aren't a raider by the way. Never met one, but the stories tell me I'd probably be some cannibals beef jerky for the road." Rising out of his chair, Jack was pleasantly surprised as Skylar handed off her gun, giving a small explanation for how to take apart the weapon; though Jack was confident he could have worked that out on his own.

Giving a quick nod, Jack moved to the nearest work bench, and after retrieving some of his tools, he began to dismantle the weapon. "Hey, don't worry, never broke something I couldn't fix. Don't intend to start now." Wasn't that the truth. As warmth began to spread through out the room, Jack began to feel sensation in his fingers, and with it he could feel some ability to use his tools come into play. This however came to a pause as Skylar inquired about why he was wearing the Brotherhood attire, the small screwdriver that he held in his hand was set down, as Jack let out a long sigh. It was a complicated story, one he hadn't shared with anyone else, but might as well be a stranger that he was likely to never see again. "Brotherhood conscripted the useful dwellers of Vault Seven into their little occupation here. I had two choices, serve them or be subjected to whatever messed up tests they were running on their prisoners. Obviously, I chose the first choice." He explained, turning back to the 'merc', his gaze lingering before he finally went back to his repair job. "So yea, here I am, the dutiful servant with a gun to his head. Life is just peachy." If only that was true.

After several moments, Jack reassembled the weapon, finding there was little he could work with here, and handed it back to its' owner. "Right, thing works just fine, so you're free to go whenever. Just let me know when you're ready to bail I guess." Returning to his chair, Jack sunk back into it, letting out a sigh as he tried not to think about what tomorrow was going to bring.

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Cold. Whether terrain or people, Cold was the only thing Anna had felt since she arrived in this godforsaken land. Was it her choice to come out this way? Hell no. Was it anyone's? She'd been sent here to die and she knew it, Yet she pushed on all the same, Following tracks through the snow, The whole way being white as her frosted silver hair, All for the NCR's precious Recon. If she had just kept her mouth shut and hadn't gone ballistic on her commander she could be sitting out in new vegas shooting whisky one day And Legion next. But here she was now, Laid out prone on the second floor of a crumbling building, Watching two strangers enter an old safehouse of some kind. One man in brotherhood garb, And one woman that liked almost like a raider of sorts.

If anyone was responsible for that damned device in the middle of town, Her bet was on the brotherhood. Damned tyrants were always up to no good with that pre-war tech shit, And she reckoned that scribe there might know a thing or two about it, Maybe even the missing NCR scouts she was told to come find.

She'd wait there for a time, Cold and miserable, The wind howling by too fast to light a cigarette in this damned wasteland, And just her luck, Those two hadn't come out yet.

*sigh* She finally stands up, Taking her hat an old table and sliding it back over her frayed silver hair before sliding down the rubble drawing a revolver from beneath her ranger's coat as she crossed the street, Snow crunching beneath her boots till she got about halfway there, Slowing her pace and rolling her steps quietly until she was up against the wall beside the door.

Either gonna be real quick or real messy, She thought as positioned herself, Hand on the knob and taking one deep breath...

*Wam*

She shoulders through the door and immediately levels her revolver on the brotherhood scribe, Who appeared to be disassembling an SMG, Meanwhile her emerald eyes darted from him to the merc and back.


"Nobody moves and nobody get's hurt, Got it? Scribe and I are gonna have a little chat..."

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Yep, he was definitely a fish out of (frozen?) water. Seemed bright too, she had to admit that just made things more sad. Gets his ass pampered likely not having to worry about food or insane jackasses or the odd mutated creature (wastes forbid a deathclaw) now gets thrown in with a gun to his head and nothing to do about it. He was fucking lucky to have never meet a real raider because a Raider would have been wearing his scalp for fun right now. Hell... That may have been her doing the scalping if he had met the fella years ago in the outskirts of New Reno.

She had to admit a part of her was taking pity on the guy. She could practically hear the noose tied around his neck, and the acceptance... It reminded her of the Golden globes, the dead eyes everyone got after a while and then the fear that if they didn't do what they were told meaning they would be turned over to a... 'specialist'.

Dammit, he would probably get himself killed on his own, but she apparently had a soft spot for clueless idiots. He seemed to know how to atleast service a gun, and do well whatever the fuck a reactor operator does... seriously what the fuck did that even mean? Eh, that could wait. Maybe she could give this guy a win and then maybe try to talk him into getting out of here. She sees the completed gun and goes to take it.

"Thanks hon. Though I think I can stick around a bit, you look like you need a good..." Skyler was cut off by the door slamming open, a figure covered in snow now enters, like a spectre conjured up by the blizzard. Skyler immediately goes to unsheathe her Machete until the poking barrel of a revolver is registered. Skyler freezes and her mind jumps to the worst case scenario being that fucking creep that tracked them down, until she hears the voice and notices the cowboy hat. Great some other psycho stalker then.

"For fucks sake! Look I don't know who you are but me and my pal had a long ass day. Can it wait?!" She hollers over to the woman. Why did people always have to interrupt now? Couldn't have this waited for just twenty minutes?

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He wasn't a fan of where this conversation was going, because truthfully the last thing Jack wanted to deal with was a girl trying to get into his head. The kicking in of the caused Jack to spin around, his heart thumping wildly in his chest, eyes widening in fear as he expected the worst case scenario to unfold; Brotherhood or that cyborg finding them was equally bad in his eyes.

Though he relaxed as he found it to be some stranger with a revolver, the weapon being pointed towards the pair, as Jack let out a sigh. He had no idea what was up with these people, but frankly he was tired of everyone shoving guns in his face and acting like he knew everything about the Brotherhood. As Skylar began to mouth off to the woman, the vault dweller began to look around the room for something to work with. Flash bombs, smoke grenade, anything that would distract the new comer long enough to handle her. The plan wasn't to harm her, but at least get her unarmed enough so they could have a civil discussion. He found one item in particular that he figured might help, the heater that he had set on the floor. "Right, so can you put the guns down and we can talk like civilized people here? Because I think you are overestimating how much I know about the Brotherhood." Yea, this uniform was just giving him nothing but trouble truth be told.

Jack would raise his hands up, his eyes fixated on the woman with the gun, as he struggled to think of how to go about this next stage. If he could just get closer to the heater, he could at least get Skylar an opening to go for the gun. "Listen, lady, the Brotherhood here enslaves people. I'm just a conscript, so I don't know much. But, if you put down the guns, I'll tell you what I know alright?" Thankfully he didn't know much, but a thought suddenly came to his mind. If this got out to the Brotherhood they were going to kill him. "I mean hell, at this rate the Brotherhood or one of you nutcases off the street is going to gun me down." What was the point of trying anymore?

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Her first reaction to Skylar reaching for the machete was to shift her aim onto the raider-esque girl while her other gloved hand quickly tossed open the side of her coat which came to stop behind a second revolver in it's holster, Sitting comfortable on her hip just like the hand above it now.

"Easy there tough stuff. I've got one for each of you, And you don't know how fast I can draw..."

Then the scribe spoke up, Prompting to glance back and forth between the two while listening to what he had to say.
He was annoyingly convincing, And she knew the brotherhood to be lowdown scum, At least by what the rest of the republic was saying, And the fact that she'd lost comrades to those tin cans, So it wasn't a big leap to consider the scribe's conscription.

Shit! This just complicates her mission more. Why couldn't they have just sent her to go die fighting raiders or something instead of freezing to death in this mess??


"Okay, Conscript..." She slowly relaxes her gun arm , Tipping the end up into the air and away from the raider and the scribe, But not holstering it. Not yet.

"If you ain't lying, Than you got nothing to worry about. In fact, This might be your opportunity to help out a lotta people... All you gotta do, Is tell me what you know about this damned blizzard. Brotherhood's the only group both crazy and teched out enough for this shit, And my bet is that conscript guys like you to help 'em do it. Am I wrong?"

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Yeah they were screwed. That was pretty fricking obvious. She saw the intruder reveal a second revolver and knew it better then to risk becoming the 21st to make a slip against this gal. So she kept her hands up and her mouth stayed shut. Her eyes studying the figure trying to gauge who the hell they were.

Jack thankfully began talking and actually was doing a decent job for once. Seemed like chick was listening and considering what he was saying. Good, she began to notice the snow melting off the thick coat and she could have sworn she saw armored plate underneath. Yeah definitely serious business even if the armored cowboy look was something she only saw NCR rangers in those stupid posters...

Oh fuck is it actually a ranger?!

"He ain't lying, and I got nothin' to do with the brotherhood. I'm just some merc that saved him from getting beaten up by some hicks is all."

Skyler said as her tone took on a much more submissive quality. She wasn't going to risk this being the one time she may have pissed off an honest to god ranger. Even if this was just some pretender. Though what she was talking about was getting to her. This blizzard was actually some weird fuckery? The hell?

"You're telling me that this place being a frozen hellhole isn't normal? What's going on around here?" She ask trying not to sound too aggressive with her question. The last thing she needed was for someone to get in their mind to try something dumb.

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Yea, this woman was batty, and he had no idea what a ranger even was. There was a bear on this one's armor plate, but truthfully Jack had never seen the mark before. All he knew was that this person hated the Brotherhood, and he wasn't much a fan of the metal jar heads either. Eyeing the heating unit, Jack saw he had an opening, but he just needed to keep the woman talking.

"Didn't they tell you before you came in? The big ass tower in the center of the city is the Brotherhood's center of power. It's how they keep track of everyone and keep tabs on the city. As for the weather, it has something to do with that tower, you get to the tower, you figure out what they're doing. They don't let any of the conscripts near that thing, so good luck with that." Taking another step, Jack dropped his arms down by his side, trying to keep a sense of calm, as he stepped towards the heater. "So, what do you say sister, put those pistols down and we can all hash out a plan to take the big guys out?" Jack froze, his leg nearly moving to kick the heater, before it occurred to him that this might well make everything worse. He took in a deep breath, the cold stinging his lungs in the process, before relaxing. He'd give the ranger a go, before trying to scramble together some half cooked escape attempt.

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