Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20190225220126/@comment-3293219-20190325190246

With his reserves destroyed, Daniel Starling's vision of Godhood had finally been quashed by the Prisoners of the New California Republic, who were sent out as pioneers to an inhospitable place...

The Residents of Vault 56 were relieved to see that their people had returned, victorious. With contact lost, to forces down south, the horde attacking their vault were forced to quit the field and regroup to gather their strength.

Though it took a great deal of work, Tamannaah Dayal was able to lead them to a bright and prosperous future. With a strong and loyal man by her side, she was able to rule the community into prosperity for many years to come...

The Residents of Vault 59 the sacrifice of one of the mercenaries managed to save the vault from certain death. The dwellers sat in silence as they waited for them to give up and leave, thanks to the efforts of the Convicts, they did.

The Overseer opted to make a saint of the man, who gave his life for the people of Vault 59. His deed and name were never forgotten...

Jerusalem was happy to bring death to the man, who would be God but was excited for the future, for the first time in what felt like an eternity. She and Cameron set off for Vegas as they hoped to and from that day onward, the road ahead was there's.

MT Cheyenne found itself abandoned once again, though settlers found their way back and life went on...

Omar and his community took a lot of hits during the siege but they survived. They buried their dead and remained ever vigilant of the Lobotomite threat...

Daniel and his Lobotomites were fractured, across the landscape. Many lost contact as their main base was destroyed and many were displaced, without purpose, across the Core Region. Though each Daniel was a threat, they were no longer a collective and over time, the one vision that most of them shared began to falter, to the point that many of them couldn't even recognise eachother.

They would turn up from time to time but few if any of them even attempted to recapture what they once had. Some suspect that a Legend killing assassin was involved in the dissapearance of a large number of them but some believe this is just rumour.

Hamilton was slow to step through the gates of Freeside, in what remained of his tattered grunt merc outfit. He would need to ditch it, sometime soon as it was almost akin to a fishnet.

As he entered Freeside, he felt oddly at home, seeing what was left of a dog’s corpse by the side of the gate. It was surrounded by several guns for hire, who seemed to be in high demand these days, given that the neighbourhood was as warm and welcoming as the glowing sea.

He felt like a fat pig, staggering, wounded in the desert sun. Vultures circled him from above and were looking for any sign of weakness, to give them the green light to swoop down and peck him to pieces.

Some meek pieces of shit were already eyeing him, none of which had the fucking scrote to even try it. Most likely eyeing the former slaver up, to see if they’d be able to pick something good off of his remains.

Not that they would get much, his 50. Rifle was low on ammo, he was down to his last clip and the 1911 pistol, tucked in his belt was also looking a little dire on the ammo front. He could see a few of the local kids fighting one another over a decomposing rat and an elderly ghoul, trying to get the attention of those who wandered the streets, like lost souls.

However, before Hamilton could reach him, one of the locals ran over to him, seemingly eager to receive him. He quickly beaconed him, with a wave of his hand and ran off, towards an alleyway, opposite the street’s end.

Hamilton knew it was a trap but also knew that he would have to eat someone to recover from the attack, outside the gates. He decided to follow the ruffian through, knowing that he would be attacked.

Sure, the guy would likely die and be devoured but he deserved it for attacking a guy with a 50. Rifle strapped to his back. That thing could shoot through the hull of a tank, what fucking luck did this jerk off think he had?

As Hamilton entered the ruined alley, he immediately found himself surrounded by three of the thugs, who were holding some rather shoddy weaponry. Pool cues, rusty kitchen knives and a one guy had some metal on his knuckles.

These guys needed more help than he did…

“Over here, behind the dumpsters.” One of them said, prompting Hamilton to look at him, with a quizzical expression of disbelief. He sighed and shook his head, stumbling over to the corpse and looking over it. It was relatively flesh, only a trace amount of rigormortis had set in.

Fuck it…

Hamilton was quick to throw himself down to the ground and start feasting on the corpse, tearing through the leathery flesh of the deceased and snapping the bones with ease, drinking whatever leaked out of them. The sweet taste of life, re-invigorating his body was ever the sweeter, when held off as long as possible.

Water never tastes better, then when your lips are cracking with dehydration and for him, he was on the verge of death.

Needless to say, this didn’t exactly sit well with his new friends, who began backing away, seemingly disturbed by what they were seeing.

Who was this freak and how was he even able to do this? Was he even human or some sort of mutant beast or a demon, come to punish them? Hamilton could only imagine what they were thinking but his thoughts of their thoughts for what they made of the spectacle.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh… F-Fuck this! This shit ain’t worth it!” One of the guys at the back called, the sound of his feet pounding the ground as he sped away grew fainter over the next few seconds and were soon followed by that of his companions. None of them had even struck out at Hamilton, too afraid to face such a demonic entity, even when weakened…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">The men fled, not even pausing to take stock of the middle-aged woman who stood now at the alley’s entrance. She paid them now mind either, letting them scramble past her as she stepped silently into the alleyway. She was short, unimpressive in height, stature, and appearance. A scar marred the left side of her face, and she left her hair hang down over it slightly to conceal it. Her clothing was non-descript--boots, fatigues. Armor covered left armor, shoulders, and torso, painted camo colors. She looked oddly mismatched in appearance, almost like an afterthought someone had slapped together.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">Unlike those that had fled she approached the cannibal without fear and whatever disgust she may have felt was carefully concealed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">She stood in silence for a several moments, as if waiting for the man to notice her, but then decided otherwise and spoke.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">“I’ve been looking for you.”  She said conversationally, as if they had spoken before. “Thomas Hamilton.”   She said the name slow, let it role of her tongue. The corners of her mouth upturned in a quick, humourless smile at her own dramatism. “I wanted to meet you. I’m Shrike.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">Hamilton tossed what was left of the corpse down to the floor as he slowly rose to his feet and stood, only slightly stopped. He glared at Shrike, narrowing his gaze as if studying her as he slowly sucked the blood off of his fingers, with one long slurp.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">“Not many know my name out here…” He noted, he almost sounded impressed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">She was quiet, taking a moment to process the words. “I didn’t hear it out here.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">Hamilton was somewhat surprised to hear that but it didn’t sound impossible. He expected someone he fucked over, back east to come after him, one of these days.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">“Then where?” He asked, he sounded calm but there was a slight simmer in his tone, that could soon boil over. The tone wasn’t over Shrike, leaving her expressionless.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">“Your home.”  She shook her head. “The place where they still fear you.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">Hamilton found that slightly amusing. Legends didn’t last forever, back home in DC. Even by 2277, most had forgotten him… Though Denis could’ve kept his legend alive. Kept people aware of what to expect.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">“When were you back there?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">“A while ago.”  Shrike approached Hamilton and came to lean against the nearby dumpster, folding her arms across her narrow chest. “I heard about you and Callaghan.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">Hamilton didn’t seem to like the sound of that name as his fist tightened. He didn’t want to move anywhere near her just yet.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">“I assumed Callaghan thought I was dead.” He admitted, folding his arms and bloodying up the few clean spots left on his shirt.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">“I wouldn’t know.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">“A pity.” Hamilton said, glancing over to one of the dropped weapons for a moment of respite from looking at Shrike. Eye contact for too long just created a tension that wasn’t necessary right now.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">“So why’d you seek me out then?” He finally asked, observing her fully as she gave her answer for any sign of weakness or any betrayal of her true intentions. However, it appeared that if Shrike was going to give anything away, it wasn't in her body language. She looked relaxed, and it could've a sofa her arm was on not a dumpster, and a rug that was at her feet, not a half-eaten corpse.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">She smirked at him. “I want to kill Denis Callaghan.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">Hamilton found that vaguely amusing…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">“You aren’t even the thousandth person to have that idea. The entire Capital Wasteland tried it and quite a lot of the Commonwealth.”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">“I'll have better luck.”  She assured him. “After all, I'll have you.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">“I did come close.” Hamilton admitted, thinking on it a little.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">“I managed to all but completely wipe out Daniel Starling and his army, I’m not sure Callaghan will be as big of a challenge at this point.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">He thought on it a moment before shrugging.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">“Of course, he’s thousands of miles away. Hardly seems like there’s any incentive for me to do such a thing.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">“That'll change soon. Denis is going to make a lot new friends. People who wouldn't need much convincing to help track you down.” Given, they wouldn't get that far, but Shrike's work would be quicker if she had Hamilton's gun. “And they could, Thomas. The world is getting small for people like you. Especially out here. The NCR doesn't look kindly on slavers.”   She nudged the corpse with the toe of her boot, frowning slightly. “Or cannibals.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">“I care nothing for what the NCR cares for. I’ve been staying away from their territory for a reason.” Hamilton pointed out, thinking on it a little more.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">“The further west I get, the less work it takes. It’s mostly down to the NCR and their arbitrary bullshit, elementary school diorama of the old world.” He ended up pausing, processing on her obsession with Callaghan and why she would want him dead. Knowing very little about her made it difficult to even assume, why she would want such a thing.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">“Why go after Callaghan? Why not this… Jose guy, who sees himself as the King of Vegas or someone closer to home?”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">Shrike’s look was one of distaste, but Hamilton could tell it wasn't directed at him. “Wales isn't around anymore. I missed my chance at him and he's gone into hiding. As for Callaghan… they're all the same breed--him, Wales, that woman up in Boston--I’ll go after them because someone has to.”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">“There will always be another one.” Hamilton pointed out.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">“You’d have to install several replacements to quash down anyone who tries to replace them or it wouldn’t work for long. Callaghan hasn’t set foot in the Capital Wasteland for years, from what I’ve heard but his influence still lives on.”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">“Does it matter?”  Shrike shrugged. “Better than leaving then be.”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">“I suppose…” Hamilton agreed, he scrathed his head.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">“They see themselves as Gods, the world around them as clay to crush and reshape in their hands. Every last one of them is but a day away from turning into another Starling. Especially that bitch, out in Boston, with the synths.”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">Shrike nodded, in complete agreement, although she wouldn't have put it as eloquently.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">“So?”  She said leadingly.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">“So…” Hamilton began, stepping a little closer.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-vertical-align-alt:auto"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">“Where do we start?”

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