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It was a cold day in Seattle, but that didn't mean nothing, because it was always cold in this ice hole. Pushing his way into the Polar Bar, Jack avoided the gazes he attracted as he moved to the bar, his hand close by his cap pouch as he knew the Brotherhood symbol on his jacket was going to catch him hell; if only they knew how he really felt, they might have bought him a drink.


There was an open seat at the bar, and he took it, still shaking off the cold, snow and ice starting to melt and soak his coat now. "Whatcha need Jack?" The gruff barkeep asked, his name was Cliff, and he was a rotten asshole. He'd called in a squad on some daughter and father two days ago when he learned they were sharing food rations. Why? Because he got the rations to sell at the bar for free. Cliff was a dick. "Just a whiskey Cliff, something to shake the cold off." Jack muttered, trying not to think about how the man to his left was eying him up. He hated wearing his work clothes to a bar, but sometimes he didn't have a choice. "That'll be twenty four caps Jack." Cliff fired back, as he drew up a shot glass and began to pour out some Vodka for patron. Jack was not amused in the slightest. "Twenty four caps? What kind of shit is this?" He replied, he wasn't one for swearing, but that was almost triple what he usually paid. Cliff only gave a smug grin, making it rather clear why he was charging so much; Jack had his Brotherhood gear on, and Cliff wanted to get the love of the people. "It's not easy to find booze out in the city Jack, have to pay scavengers arm and a leg to find the pre-war stuff you know." Cliff turned his back to the former vault dweller now, as he plucked the bottle of Jack Daniels off the top of the shelf, then set the bottle and shot glass right in front of the scribe. "So, you gonna pay up Jackie?" Cliff grinned, as several of the other patrons seemed to chuckle or nod in agreement with the owner. Being put in a rough spot, Jack shook his head and set they payment on the bar top; knowing it was bullshit, but he literally had no other choice. "Smart boy." Cliff muttered, as he poured the shot and put the drink up on the shelf. "You enjoy yourself now Jackie." With that, the bar went back it it's rather dysfunctional self. He wished he was back in the vault, back with his family, because those assholes in tin-cans had torn them away from that life. But there was no going back to Vault Seven, not after what the Brotherhood had done. So, doing what he did every other night, Jack took that shot and pounded it, then let his head smack the bar top as he tried to think what he was going to do about tomorrow.

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Patrolling the Mojave almost makes you wish for nuclear winter.

How many times did she hear some tired drunk ass NCR serviceman say that stupid phrase? Well here you go here's that winter you wanted! Skyler was chilled to the bone as she set her sights on the city of Seattle. Like a pearl that sat amidst a mountain of cocaine. Appealing in it's own twisted way. She was here for two simple reasons: She heard there was good work and good pay for people who didn't mind getting their hands dirty and she needed someplace cool unlike Reno. Though she meant that more in the figurative sense not like this. Fucking hell.

Still she made her steady, brisk march for the day reaching the city. She didn't like the city though as it rather unsettled her. The snow and the blizzards made visibility a nightmare as she tried to navigate it's web of streets. What she didn't like was the feeling something was watching her as the winds howled and zapped away all the heat in her body. She was probably feeling paranoid from the short sight distances. Still she kept her MP5k off safe and it's stock unfolded ready to spring into action. Provided the oil didn't freeze and jam the gun. It was so cold she was convinced her smg would have frozen to her hands if she didn't have gloves. Atleast kukris didn't need oil to stab people.

Wandering her way she found a bar with it's orange hazy incandescent lighting beckoning her. Perfect. Setting the safety on, folding the stock and hanging the smg around her side she walked in. Walking in she felt a modest bit of heat grace her pale skin. Though it was nice for a bit of a buzz she knew she would need something stronger to warm her up and she gazed the front of the bar, bingo.

Moseying her way up strutting her hips that extra bit she made her way to the front of the bar and took a seat next to a fella in a soaked jacket. Maybe he could use a good time and some missing caps. Her eyes scanned the selection and did a quick examination of the bartender. If there was one way to describe this guy at a first glance it was sleazy. Perfect.

"Hon what do you have that's strong and not too hard on a girl's purse?" She asked in a low flirtatious tone. She found in her experience that that purr combined with the smallest hint that she could use a pick me up worked on guys like clockwork. If it weren't the bartender giving her something on the house it would usually be some fool looking to score.

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J3-T8 had been wandering for a long time. After his search for the Brotherhood in the New Vegas area failed miserably, he decided to keep on moving. They were solely responsible for the destruction of the Institute, of his entire reason for existing. But he couldn't get close enough to their leader to exact his revenge. There were too many enemies in the Commonwealth. Between the Minutemen, the Railroad and the Brotherhood spread all over the place, the situation was getting way too hot for him. So he decided on a new plan, and that plan brought him to the otherside of the continent.

He heard of a city with a Brotherhood chapter that was destroying an ancient city known as Seattle. And that was where he found himself marching off to. He was disappointed by the fact that he couldn't find the West Coast Chapter. It was a strange feeling, one he wasn't familiar with. But these days it seemed to be a common occurrence to feel like this.

He walked through the streets of some old suburb, long abandoned and in disrepair. His old rifle was at the ready in his hands, prepared to shoot at any of the abominations hiding in the ruins of the city. It had lost a lot of its power over the years, clearly in need of some well-deserved repairs. These days he found himself using his pistol more and more, but his rifle was still the stronger one of the two.

After a long while he reached the inner parts of the city, the snow making it hard to navigate. But he managed. He had gained a lot of experience in conditions like this during his journey to the Mojave. Still, getting out of the snow was his number one priority.

His objective soon came into view as he saw a light in the distance. The sign outside made clear what it was. J3 held a great distaste for places such as that. Either people kept bothering him or they started looking for a fight. But it was better than nothing, so he pushed on.

Outside he holstered his rifle on his back and gave his old jacket a tug to shake off the snow, before opening the door and stepping inside. The sudden change in temperature sent a shiver down his body. It was a pleasant change in climate.

He calmly walked over to the bar, not paying any mind to the denizens inside the building. He took his rifle and rested it on the ground against the counter, then sat down on one of the stools. He knew the odds of someone recognizing his worn and ruined uniform or rifle were slim, but he was still on high alert as he patiently waited to be served.

"A warm beverage, please." he ordered in an eerily calm, monotonous voice. The bartender eyed him for a few seconds before scoffing. "This is a bar, buddy, not a diner. So get something else." he said flatly. J3 slightly turned his head to look straight at the man with his emotionless blue eyes. "Whiskey, then." he said finally. The bartender took a bottle and a shot glass off the shelf and poured the drifter a shot. "Twenty-four caps." the bartender said with annoyance, which stopped the Synth from drinking his shot. "That is quite a significantly expensive sum for a single glass of whiskey. The bar in Spokane didn't even ask that for an entire bottle." he explained, his tone not changing for a moment.

"Then why don't you drink there and fuck off from my bar?" the bartender said coldly, clearly not amused by this new arrival. "Because I am not in Spokane, I am here. I am simply stating that your pricing is unnecessarily inflated." the bartender was getting red in the face with anger as he eyed the Synth. "You think you're clever, huh?" he remarked, standing right across the Synth. "I know I am. My intellectual capacity exceeds yours and perhaps the majority of the patrons in this establishment by quite an astronomical amount." he explained, clearly not seeing the fault in his words.

"Listen here, you little shit!" the bartender yelled, leaning forward and pointing right at J3's face. The rest of the bar was catching onto the commotion, some people rising and reaching for their weapons. It might also catch the attention of a certain drifter and scribe minding their own business...

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Some dumbass from out of town was trying to be smart, and Jack well enough to keep out of it. In fact, he knew to get while the getting was good. If someone was going to piss Cliff and his 'friends' off, he needed to get out of here; he had the Brotherhood logo in his shoulder, that made him a target. Lifting his head off the bar top, the young man began to pull away from the bar, though he didn't get too far before a pair of rough necks stopped him half way. "Where you going? You ain't sticking around for the show?" One of men seized Jack by the arm and spun him back around. "Oh, you think your better than this don't ya?" His partner was quick to jump onto this connection. "Come on guys, I don't want any trouble." Jack started as he could feel the room getting rather tense, at least in his corner of the room. "Think we need to toughen you up little man, what you say?" "No thanks, I'll pass." Jack replied, as he tried to pull his arm free, only to be pulled closer by the men. "Sorry partner, but this is for your own good ya know?" One of the beatnecks shoved Jack, sending him stumbling back, as his partner stepped forward and proceeded to drag the young engineer outside into the ice covered streets. The cold stung at Jack's face, as he was thrown face first into one of the snowbanks, initially not feeling anything other than cold, before the two men who had pulled him outside began to kick at him.

He could hear them laughing, but everytime he tried to pull himself up, they seemed intent to just push him back into the snow. One of his attackers pulled a knife, as while they were kicking him while he was down, they planned on taking this 'game' a little further. Jack was going for his 10mm by now, as he was getting fed up with how today was going. As his attack attempted to kick at his ribs once more, he wrapped his left arm around the man's foot and pulled him up by the heel, sending the bastard ass first onto the snow. He rolled back and drew his head gun, as he now saw a knife wielding looking rather eager to turn him into a pincushion. He put a bead on the man, but knew he didn't have long before the other guy got off his ass. "You two just back the fuck up okay?" Jack demanded, as he crawled back from the two, gun still aimed, though the other men didn't seem concerned. "You're not going to shoot us kid." The one from the ground laughed. What sucked was they were right, he hadn't actually planned to shoot anyone. He wasn't even sure if the gun was loaded. So, now here he was, making an ass of himself and probably about to get himself killed.

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So turns out that Skyler wouldn't be getting any drinks today. Some dipshit walked in and started to distract the Bartender with the biggest pile of inane bullshit. This guy was odd, no personality to his voice, matter of fact, a clear misunderstanding of how to fucking talk to people without pissing them off. Skyler had a theory about what was up with this guy. This wasn't the first time she dealt with someone who was... 'special' and so far this guy was fitting the bill. She was about to go ahead and interrupt and maybe get the two bickering cunts to make like the weather and chill the fuck down but then she notice the guy next to her get up.

Yeah he had the right idea, get out let everyone kill eachother, go back in later and have at the booze with the bloody finger discount. Though she saw the kid start to get roughed up by some hicks. ugh. They were probably a couple inbred motherfuckers that couldn't tell their ass from their heads. A soft sigh came from Skyler before noticing that guy left his drink at the table. She casually reached over and grabbed it, tried to gulp it down as fast she could manage. A few seconds later one empty glass was one the table, and Skyler's mouth was burning with spice. She had to admit it was good stuff. With that loose end handled she got up and made her way to the entrance. slowly and delicately pushing the door open and sneaking out.

Her voyage to the outside world was immediately greeted by the site of the kid holding the two guys at gunpoint. She had to admit the kid had some fight in him but he definitely wasn't gonna shoot. Quietly unsheathing her machete she would tip toe her way behind the man with knife. Holding her free finger up to her lips to inform the kid to stay quiet. The hicks were too busy with their good ol' boys act to notice the fact that someone with a large fuck off knife was behind them.

When she got within knife reach she stood up and with a calm and deliberate upward swing got the knife to just rest onto the guy's ass. Blade neatly bisecting his buttocks and with just the tip of the blade below where his balls would be. The man with the knife immediately froze.

"He won't shoot you but I'm more than willing to take your asshole and turn it into an ass-slit if you don't get the hell out of here. Don't test me sweetie." She pressed the kukri more firmly against his with certain parts of the fabric in his clothes giving up letting a new stream of cold air fill his pants. Skyler then shift her gaze to the hick getting up from the snow bank. "Buddy I also suggest you fuck off if you value your pal's manhood. Now you gonna leave or what?

Skyler had to admit she was enjoying this. There was something fun about emasculating a few assholes and bailing out dumbasses.

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Yea, they called his bluff, and it was a terrible bluff. Less than a few months ago he had a nice and comfy job in the Vault working on the mainframe and keeping the food dispensers running. Now here he was getting the crap kicked out of him by a bunch of hicks, and people pissing on him just because he was being forced at gun point to work for some Brotherhood assholes. His hands weren't trembling as he stood there holding the, or maybe they were and he just couldn't tell from his shivering. Was he really going to have to kill someone tonight? Did he even load the damn? Did this gun even work? So many questions, and he had no answers.

Just as he was stuck at this crossroad of crisis, a miracle happened upon him. He spotted the woman coming up behind, but thought she might just turn and walk away, leaving him to his fate; thankfully that was not this day. She looked like a raider, and she spoke exactly like Jack imagined they would. She had the two assholes dead to rights, as once that machete was drawn and read to cut, the expression on the two roughnecks went from all fun in games, to possibly shitting themselves. They only spared a glance towards one another, but apparently that was all they needed as the message was received. Without another peep, the knife was put away, and the two scavenger punks waddled away without another word.

Jack took that as his time to stow his pistol, as thankfully he wasn't going to need it. "Hey, thanks for the save there. I'd buy you a drink, but I think Cliff's about to shoot that moron that just walked in." Shaking his head, Jack slowly pulled himself out of the snow, brushing the powdery white stuff off, before his eyes widened with horror. "Shit, shit, shit...." Reaching into his side pocket, he pulled out something that looked like a small radio, and held it gently in his hands. "Oh good." He muttered, before stowing it back into his pocket.

Skylar would have had more than a good glance at the emblem on his arm; or rather the emblem sown into his jacket sleeve. The rank was indicative of a low ranking Brotherhood scribe. "Seriously though, I owe you big. Thanks." He stood there getting a better look at her, and felt that she looked familiar, he just couldn't figure out why. That face, I've seen that face before. She was gorgeous, in that sorta red flag totally don't sleep with her kinda way, and that stupid brochure his Brotherhood handler had given him pointed to her being either a jet druggie, or a raider; even if she might have been crazy, still didn't make her any less hot. "Sorry, but have we met before. My names Jack, just...I swear I've seen your face before." He started to say, then realized she still had a fucking machete in her hands. "You know what? On second thought, don't worry about it. Probably just my concussion getting the better of me." He followed up with, as he began to back away, his feet sinking into the small snow bank.

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J3 sat dead still, blankly staring at the bartender with his lifeless blue eyes. Some of the patrons started approaching him ready to either rough him up or kill him. He glanced around him, taking note of his surroundings. What really caught his eye was a man being escorted out. A man wearing a Brotherhood of Steel jacket and uniform. Something jolted in his chest, making him feel like he needed to jump up and bolt, tackle the man to the ground. But he remained in place. Dead still and silent.

His attention turned to the woman following after the Scribe as well before returning to the thugs around him. He calmly rose from his seat. "My apologies for the inconvenience. I shall take my leave." he spoke calmly and picked up his rifle. But the thugs didn't move out of the way. "Oh no, you're not going anywhere." one in front of him said, pulling a knife from his belt.

J3 needed to catch up with that Scribe. These men were in the way of his objective. Their position was clear...

One moved up to grab him from the side, but J3's rifle launched into his face and he was swept off his feet. The one with the knife lunged, but got knocked back as J3 caught his rifle and slammed it into his gut. His pistol was drawn and levelled with the first attacker's forehead as he was getting up. His rifle was in his left hand, pointed right at the second man's chest. "I will say again. I am leaving. If any of you try to attack me again, I will kill you all, burn this structure down, then hunt down your families. You have been warned." his voice remained unchanging. The other thugs hesitated for a moment, but eventually backed down.

J3 lowered and holstered his weapons and made for the door. Outside he saw the Scribe and woman talking. He took note of the Scribe's attackers walking off to one direction, and the poor state of the man. He clearly wasn't a fighter. His companion, however, was. She had a familiar face to her but he didn't pay those memories any mind for now. His objective was the Scribe.

"You are a Brotherhood of Steel Scribe, correct?" he asked, disrupting their conversation. He slowly closed the distance between them, his hands ready to draw or react. "Please follow me. I have many questions that you need to answer." he demanded.

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Turns out that this lucky hick could keep his junk in one piece. It's always nice when you had people that could take a hint, plenty of idiots didn't understand that. Granted most of them were people that tried as hard as they could to get into her pants but that was a different story. Her attention turned to dashing coward in this reverse damsel-in-distress scenario.

He looked better than most. smooth skin, not a lot of bruises and from a brief observation looked and sounded like he still had most of his teeth. That already made him more interesting than half the wasters out there.

"You're welcome hon, I'll probably take you up on that drink sooner than later." She said relaxing her body, she wasn't really too worried about him trying to stab her or anything. Nah this guy would more likely just get stars in his eyes and a bulge in his crouch.

Though his brief panic and the device he pulled... whatever the hell that contraption was. Certainly a cause for curiousity to flow through the woman. Especially when suddenly she noted the iconic emblem of the Brotherhood of steel. She only had a few encounters with them when she wandered through the Mojave but her impression of them was simple.

Assholes with lasers.

A harsh impression but being held at laser point by some asshole so his buddy can rifle through all your stuff and throw it aside without a care did that. Not to mention the cheeky suggestion that they would need to do a strip search in order to make sure she wasn't 'hiding any advanced technology inside her'. The worst being that the fucks were in power armor and what the fuck do you do about the fact that some coped up maniac was abusing the fact he was virtually invincible? Jack fucking shit.

So it made the fact that this guy was practically the polar opposite of that and now acting really awkward about the glaringly obvious fact that he found her hot that much more interesting... Yep she was gonna get this guy hammered, no shit faced and then see what kind of stuff starts coming out of his mouth. Though in thinking about all of that she forgot she was still holding a machete and that women holding big fuck off machetes tended to be a turn off for most people. She sheathed it back on her back.

"Relax, we're still just talking. I ain't gonna bite... unless you want me to. Now how about we find somewhere quieter and warmer to just sit down and tal-" Before she could finish her sentence she was interrupted by the asshole from earlier. She didn't know much about him but nine to one odds said that what he meant by asking questions would likely involve beating and maybe killing the guy... God dammit why couldn't she just have things her way for once.

Her right hand reached up and grabbed hold of the smg and with one smooth flick of her thumb set it to full auto. She was now pointing it at the general direction of the mysterious man.

"Pal give the guy a break. He already had a bad enough day. Leave him alone and I won't have to fill your body with lead."
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She was eyeing him up, and not in that 'meet me in the sleeping quarters' way. No, the kind of way you eye someone that has something you want, maybe even need. He thought for a moment, maybe, there was a bit of fire in those eyes, but it cooled into something else. How weird. "That's fine with me, just, um, you name the time and place and I'll be there, assuming I'm not in the camp and what not." The former vault dweller started, as he remembered why he was so terrible at talking with women. How did he ever get lucky with Amber? The image of his old love came into his mind for a brief second before he cast it back into the dark recesses of his mind. He didn't want to remember, especially here of all places.

Jack was at a point of being cool with this strange woman, but also a tad bit intimidated; until she put the machete away, then they were cool. He's cheeks reddened at her comment of biting unless he wanted her to. He pushed a hand through his hair, trying to slick it back and sound suave. "Well, um...." He hardly said any actual words before a rather strange man approached and called out his occupation. The nervous half smile he had been wearing up to that point vanished, as he was wondering if this guy wanted to beat him up too.

This guy had questions? Well Jack did too, like what this lovely ladies name was, and what size-well that didn't matter. The hot chick was looking ready to kick off a shooting gallery over him, and Jack...well Jack just wanted to get a drink with the junkie raider girl. He was rather certain this new fellow was either going to hand him over to some raider crime boss, or torture him for info on the Brotherhood; or probably both. "Buddy, listen, I'm not actually with the Brotherhood, like...I'm not actually a scribe. You got the wrong guy. I'm just a glorified mechanic truth be told." Jack started, taking a step back, though his hand was reaching for his 10mm, but stopped himself. There was something wrong with this guy, maybe he was slow? He motioned for his new lady friend/ potential murderer to chill before someone got shot, then looked back to the new comer. "Listen buddy, what are you looking to know? Because being totally honest, I don't think I can help you." Jack replied as honestly as he could, hoping that it would result in getting his throat ripped out.

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As the girl reached for her weapon, J3 reached for his. He drew his pistol and his thumb disengaged the safety. In a flash, both of them had their weapons trained on one another. Despite having a submachine gun trained on him. Despite being in a standoff with what looked to be an actually worthy opponent...he expressed no emotion. As if he wasn't even human. But he had to admit that she was no rookie. She clearly knew how to handle herself. "Lower the weapon, or else I will be forced to resort to lethal action." he warned her. "This does not concern you."

The Scribe spoke next, drawing his attention. He turned his head to look at the man with his lifeless blue eyes. The man's words were troubling. If he wasn't a real scribe, then why was he wearing a Brotherhood jacket? But his next question opened up an opportunity.

For the briefest of moments, something akin to anxiety flashed in his eyes, but it was gone as soon as it came. "I need to know everything about this Chapter of the Brotherhood of Steel. Their routines. Their methods of operation. Their equipment. Everything. Anything you know about this Chapter, I wish to know." he explained calmly.

As they spoke, a the door behind them was kicked open and light shone on them.

"Where the fuck is that creep!?" a man roared in the doorway. J3 stood in place. But he did turn his head to glance at the thugs behind him. There you are! I'm gonna skin you alive, you fucking coward!" he continued to insult him.

Behind them, a few more patrons emerged with various weapons in hand. They were out for blood a d their target was in their sights...

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Who the fuck talks like this? That was the main thing coursing through Skyler's mind as she looked at this guy in this odd two sun stand off. Quite frankly this guy sounded deranged. It was making her think of this book she scavenged once in good condition. It was called something like DSM? It had a bunch of weird conditions in it and she was pretty sure it something that would describe this wacko completely. Shame she sold it to some doctor with a mohawk before reading it, granted it was really, really boring.

Still the mutterings of Jack only fueled more interest granted not the way she would have lubricated his lips. She preferred alcohol and sex appeal to get people to talk. While Jack was motioning her to drop the gun she really wasn't in the mood to do that. She was too fucking cold and annoyed to do that.

It seemed this had all the makings of a good stand off. Until a mob bursted forth... for some reason. Did the cold just make everyone petty and open to going on a lynching session? Though realizing that the creep was well the creep she was holding at gunpoint she seized on this opportunity. She lowered her gun and quickly pacing over to Jack leaned close to his ear.

"Now's our time to git." Without any advance notice she then grabbed jack by the wrist and started booking it with her kinda sorta not really brotherhood catch as she tried to get the two of them out of this madhouse of a day. The two would find themselves in running around the snow covered streets looking for anywhere that was quiet and warm.

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Jack was really hoping that he could talk both of them down off the cliff, maybe keep someone from embracing their trigger finger and ending up with another firefight on the streets of Seattle, but sadly that didn't seem to be the case. The smoking hot raider girl and Stranger Danger didn't seem to like each other none, which didn't bode well for Jack truth be told. "Right, well if you resort to lethal action, I''ll be forced to with hold information on you. I mean, you're a walking security threat if you start doing that." He frowned, seeing that whatever was wrong with this guy, words weren't going to cut it. He wondered if there was something wrong with him, maybe one of those malfunctioning memory implants? Severe trauma? Hopefully he hadn't been plugged into one of those brain scrabblers, but then again the trauma should have been more severe if that was the case.

"Yea, well there's alot of things I wish I knew buddy, and I can't-" Jack paused, his eyes widened as he saw several figures begin to leave the bar. This wasn't going to be good. There was way too many of them, so he could only hope they weren't after him. He froze up like a radroach under the spotlight, until the raider girl whispered in his ear and took him by the wrist. Next thing he knew, he was being hauled off, his feet moving to try and keep up with the woman. He wasn't sure if his luck was turning out for the better or the worst, but anything was better than being stuck at ground zero of a gang fighter. The snow crunched under the pairs heels, as Jack knew just where to go. "Take a right up that way, between the two burnt out cars." He advised, knowing just where they were heading off to. "We have a parts shed up that way, no one will be there. We can lay low for a bit." Hopefully no one was there, and even if there was well....could always make something up, even the paladins knew that when you were trying to get down it wasn't easy to find a nice and private location. "Something's not right with that guy, it's like the right side of his brain is disabled. Not a lick of emotion in there." It was certainly odd, but Jack had seen stranger truth be told; like Micky, that dude had a freaking watch stuck in his stomach.

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They didn't have any time to move along with the conversation before they were rudely interrupted. J3 blinked blankly as he turned to face them, only taking note of the Scribe and raider's direction out of the corner of his eye. Finding them wouldn't be a problem for the Courser...

"Get over here you fucking bitch!" the lead thug roared as he drew his knife. But before he even got into range, J3 drew his rifle and fired at the man. For a moment the rest of the group froze up, shocked by the devastating effect of the weapon. Their friend went up in blue flames, screaming in agony as his flesh was melted off his bones. A few seconds later his charred and sizzling corpse hit the ground. "What the fuck, man!" one cried out while another stumbled back. J3's expression didn't even change a bit.

"You were warned." he said simply, before kicking into action as the group charged at him. He hurled his rifle at one man as he took aim with a pistol, then ducked underneath another who came at him with a baton. As he came up, he pressed his pistol against the back of the man's head and fired. The rest went down in similar ways, either killed horribly by their own weapons or ended by the Synth's own.

He stood in the middle of the group of corpses after a few moments, ejecting his empty magazine out of his pistol and putting it in a pocket. As he slotted in a fresh one, a whine sounded off behind him. The first one had his rifle in his hands, ready to fire at the Synth dead in his sights. But as he pulled the trigger, nothing happened. Shocked, the last man pulled the trigger a few more times before looking down at the weapon. "Fusion cells are scarce." J3 stated simply, before releasing the slide and ending the man with a shot to the chest.

He walked over to him and picked up his rifle to holster it on his back once more. After looting some ammunition from one of the corpses, he calmly started walking along the route the other two fled through. He moved calmly and patiently, following their tracks and evading any other passers-by.

He finally came to a secluded shed. He watched it carefully from the shadows, like a ghost in the shadows. Only if his two targets looked very carefully, they might be able to see him through a space in the walls.

J3 slowly approached, taking in the surroundings and structure before walking towards the entrance. His left hand was on his pistol, ready to draw. His right raised up to shove the door open, but instead knocked gently on the door...

Algarus Caught in Strangereal
 

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