somewhere in the wasteland (Lt. Bradshaw)

Bradshaw was walking towards Paradise falls with a nervous look on his face. He never did business with slavers before and didn't know how they would react to the sight of Talon Company. As he crossed the river and passed a place called Roosevelt Academy he heard what seemed to be a vertibird in the sky. He quickly took cover behind some rocks and drew his assault rifle. He was shaking not knowing if the vertibird saw him or where it would land. It flew over him and completely ignored him. Bradshaw stood up and saw noticed it was heading Towards the town of Megaton.

As Bradshaw started moving again he soon came in view of a large statue. Paradise Falls came into his view. He stood there with a nervous look as some sweat ran down his face. He holstered his weapons and took a deep breath. He then began to move towards the entrance of Paradise Falls and when he saw a man at the entrance he threw his hands in the air.

He shouted at the man

"I am not here to kill anyone, Commander Dex of Talon Company wishes to do some business. He sent me to talk to whoever is in charge!"

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Fort Bannister (Dex)

Dex walked outside where some tents were set up. He looked in them and told all the men to gather outside right now. He lined all his men up and started explaining Talon Company's next move

"Fort Bannister is not as safe as we might think, we got a report that there is a place about 2 miles west of here called Little Lamplight. From what we have found out the place is occupied by children. This means that we should be able to take over the place with much ease; However, I do not like mistakes and that is why i am gathering a small militia to clear the place out. Do you understand?"

All the men shouted back

"yes sir"

Dex was then looking at all of them

"I need all of your weapons, armor, and ammo to be ready by tomorrow. We will be having troops coming in here over night and we will begin our assault tomorrow morning. Dismissed!"

All the man scrambled to get their gear together as Dex turned and went back into the fort.

Paradise Falls Slavers

"Just hold your horses buddy," the gate guard of Paradise Falls called back to the Talon Company man, "Hands where I can see them until I know who you are. Sarah? What's the word?"

Up above on one of the rooftops, a woman with a sniper-rifle was observing the man through her scope,

"Looks legit to me. He's wearing Talon Company armor."

Satisfied, the gate-guard called back to the Talon Company agent,

"Alright you can head up. But you have to disarm here. You can get your weapons back when you leave. I'm going to need to frisk you too, Crow's orders."

---

Once the man was cleared for entrance, he was led up through the main gates of Paradise Falls and into Crowley's quarters, where he was still speaking with his under-bosses. Surprised by the man's entrance, Crowley immediately stood up, and then gave a wide simile,

"Well looks as if you won't need to make that trip to Bannister after all Leroy."

"Please, sit," Crowley continued, greeting the man, "What brings Talon Company to Paradise Falls today?"

Bradshaw sat down and looked at the man not showing any emotion.

"Talon Company is launching an assault on Little Lamplight in a day or two, from what we understand the place is filled with children. Talon Company has no use for them so we would make an exchange with Paradise Falls. Talon Company hands over the children to you guys and in exchange Talon Company can use Paradise Falls as a resting point"

Bradshaw looks at the man waiting for a response.

Paradise Falls Slavers

Crowley nodded in approval, he had been planning on sending a team to enslave those little monsters in Lamplight at some point anyway. Having Talon Company do it for them just made the job that much easier,

"Agreed. Your men are welcome to use Paradise Falls as a stop-off point if you would have need to. I would hope that you didn't come all this way to just offer me these terms though Mr. Bradshaw."

"In any case," Crowley continued, "I have a proposal of my own. Leroy if you would?"

Leroy then handed over the letter with the wax seal that Crowley had written not but a few moments before to Bradshaw.

"Its extremely fortunate that you happened by. Saved my lieutenant here a trip to Fort Bannister to give your Commanding officer this letter. Open it. I'm curious to hear your response to it."

OOC: Here would be the contents of the letter that I was (originally) going to send to you:

Bradshaw looked down and read the letter. As he read more he realized this partnership could be a good thing because Talon Company needed more money and an alliance could help in any upcoming battles.

Bradshaw looked back at Crowley

"I have to bring this to Dex, the commander of Talon Company and see what he thinks. What you could do is send some slavers with me back to Fort Bannister and after the assault of Little Lamplight we hand the kids to your slavers and a response to this letter. I'm pretty sure Dex will agree with this seeing as how more factions are rising to power. One more thing that might interest you, On my way here I noticed a vertibird heading over towards Megaton. I have no idea whether or not its Brotherhood, Outcast, or possible Enclave"

Paradise Falls Slavers

"Sounds reasonable enough," Crowley responded, "I'll send a crew back with you to collect the children. As for the matter of the vertibird....I believe that would be the Enclave Mr. Bradshaw. As far as I know neither Brotherhood sect is outfitted with those aircraft. I've had dealings with the Enclave before. I would suggest staying out of their way when applicable. They don't strike me as men to be trifled with. Not with the sort of equipment they have."

"Now while I've enjoyed our little talk here, I'm expecting a rather important visit from someone. So if you don't mind, my companion here," He motioned to Clover, "Will escort you back to the main gate. She'll round up your slaver escort as well."

OOC: You'll have a group of about 10 slavers following you back to Bannister.

Paradise Falls (Bradshaw)

Bradshaw got up

"thank you Mr. Crowley"

Bradshaw left Paradise Falls with 10 slavers following close to him. He told the slavers that they will get resupplied once they reach Fort Bannister. Bradshaw made sure to tell any Talon Company mercs he ran into on his way back to head to base for the upcoming battle. Bradshaw kept the letter that Mr. Crowley gave him hoping that Dex will agree to the terms.

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Fort Bannister (Dex)

Fort Bannister was getting ready for war. Dex was walking around the fort making sure that everything was in good condition. He went up to every soldier looking at their gear and seeing what they needed. Each soldier would be carrying an assault rifle with at least 100 bullets each. As news spread within Talon Company about the assault more and more troops kept coming back to Fort Bannister in order to help with the invasion. Dex gathered everyone up in front of the tents.

"Tomorrow is the big day, I want all of you to get a good night rest. Bradshaw should be back by tomorrow once he returns we will then march too Little Lamplight. Remember you're representing Talon Company lets do this right."

Dex went back inside to wait the arrival of Bradshaw.

Orville Connelly - The Republic of Megaton

Orville Conelly was reading when his receptionist notified him of the arrival of the men from the Enclave.

"Send them in" Said Conelly

As Granite walked into his office,he seemed a tad disgusted.

Conelly offered the president something to eat and drink and said to him

"Well what brings you to the Republic of Megaton, Mr.Granite?"

Chainsaw Ramsey - En Route to Paradise Falls

The sun's rays shown down upon the group of raiders, all accounted for numbering eight experienced fighters. At the front of the ragtag-looking assortment, Ramsey strode across the wastes, R91 strapped across his back and his nine-millimeter pistol sitting comfortably in its holster. His men followed suit, toting their weapons, ready for anything to pop into sight. Save for two of them, which held the ropes to a big, healthy Brahmin, heaped with supplies and goods. They all walked with a bit more zest and all of them wore at least some form of a grin, Ramsey too. They'd all wanted to find some hapless merchant wandering in the wastes and they had, along with his 3 bodyguards. They were all taken care of easily and the trader himself had been hastily dissected to get all the extra malice out, the raiders had seen their blood for the trip. At the perfect time too, as they were nearing Paradise Falls.

The trek continued as the large statue of some prewar business came into view. The Pitt raiders tread the cracked, ancient highways, noticing the slavers atop the walls of Paradise Falls. It seemed a few identified Ramsey as representative of the Pitt and Lord Ashur, as they quickly pointed and seemed to hurry about something. The Chainsaw smiled a little wider and ushered his men along the path, down through the outer perimeter of the Falls and to the gate, passing some odd types, where his grin died down.

By the look of it, someone else had visited the ringleader of the Falls, seemed like they might be those Talon Company sort. Goons that wore black armor in some attempt to intimidate, from what he had heard from his men, Ramsey wasn't impressed at all. He'd probably run with tougher crews when he was a kid. If there were anything Chainsaw hated it was people who couldn't backup their talk, posers, and he had Talon pegged for just that kind. Refocusing his mind though, Ramsey noted the way the slavers appeared as the group passed, eventually finding himself and his own raiders before a gate, presumably the main entrance. The raider-boss, Supervisor by Ashur's call, was quickly allowed to pass and along with his men, entered the compound. Paradise Falls was quite large, composed of prewar buildings in a shopping mall format, side-by-side. Slavers, rather well-armed, milled about and not far off, Ramsey could make out giant pens filled with slaves. He liked the place. Moments later, he found himself before what looked to be an old theater.

A slaver appeared from inside the building and with a nod, returned to its depths. The Pitt, had arrived.

Colonel Santiago Granite, Megaton

"That's Colonel," Granite said coldly, he refused the water and "food" he was offered. "I am here on the authority of His Most American Excellency, as you are likely aware Vault 101 has been reclaimed as American territory, to this effect it is our intention to construct a permanent facility for basing our Vertibirds in the hills above Vault 101; it is merely my intention here to inform you that His Most American Excellency means no hostile intent by the construction of this facility, it is merely to aid in our administration of the Vault. I must inform you however that you must ensure nobody under your command trespasses in our territory, trespassers suspected of hostile intent will be terminated; this will not be possible after we have completed the perimeter fence. Unless you have any questions, Mr Connelly, then I will make my departure."

Alan MacDougal and Ben Castillo at Georgetown

After giving the pass phrase, Alan and Ben were let inside. They were guided by the wolf leader through a pleasantly surprising, peaceful town. It was a nice change of pace for Alan and Ben, who were so used to living in the damp and dark underground. It was a common misconception with them, that if you weren't underground, you weren't safe. However this settlement proved to be quite the opposite and Alan seemed to become more at ease with his surroundings.

Once there stroll was over, they were brought into the living quarters of the 6"3 man, Kyle Labhart. Two comfortable looking couches sat on opposite sides and Ben and Alan were then gestured into sitting on one. They began to take their seats on the couch closest to the door. The Wolf leader then, without missing a beat, asked if they would like a drink. It was a kind gesture, one Alan hadn't expected from a human like this. Maybe this wouldn't be as dangerous as Alan always assumed everything was. He was about to respond when Ben stepped in first. "MILK!"screamed Ben. Alan then quickly retorted, "Ben shut up! I really am sorry for this, he's just not used to hearing someone have milk. It seemed like it was such a rarity these days." It was definitely in fact a rare commodity in the wastes and with the man's offering of it, it just seemed all to good. "I think I'll have a coffee and my brother here will take a...milk." Ben then nodded his approval at Alan's response. "So" said Alan to the Wolf leader. "We know who you are, so I guess will just introduce ourselves. I'm Alan MacDougal and this is my brother Ben Castillo, if you didn't already know."

Kyle Labhart - Georgetown

Kyle smiled. "One moment." He walked into the kitchen, and the sound of bottles being shifted was heard. He was surprised that one of the ghouls, Ben specifically, was so interested and surprised by the fact that he had milk in his possession. He then fixed a small mug of black coffee before returning to the living room. He handed the mug to Alan and the bottle to Ben.

"And I know who you are as well. The atomic league has been making some waves. Like I said in my letter, you are the only other group to have made a peep inside of Washington DC for the last few years." Kyle looked around and scratched his head for a moment. The two ghouls were looking at him expectantly, as if they were waiting for him to make a point. "Anyway, I am sure that you have heard that many power players have started to make some transitions and are vying for control over the region. In these crazy days, I think all of us are wise to keep our heads down and wait it out. Neither of us would benefit by controlling what's out there."

Kyle took a few sips out of his bottle of purified water. "Now, we need to make sure that the conflict doesn't walk into our territory. I propose that we ally. We can figure out the terms in just a minute, but in basic terms, I suggest that we would trade with each other regularly, let the members of each faction venture into the other's settlement freely, and also extend patrols into the city to make sure that most of the central city is safe. A military partnership of sorts."

(OOC: The character they are hunting is an NPC, though it would obviously attract the attention of megatons leader or possibly the enclave soldiers may hear it , you can choose not to do anything with it, I don't mind because it's just showing how the regulators do there job now)

Regulator Adam Monroe at Megaton

(Regulator Bounty hunting)

Adam walked towards megaton, 2 men following close behind.

They had a mission, it was plain and simple. Eliminate the target and recover the caps. It was simple really, teach 'Edward Reele' to never screw the regulators

They were armed enough to take the man out with ease, 1 regulator held a combat shotgun, the other held a Chinese assault rifle, Adam held his lucky 12.7mm submachine gun

coming up at the megaton door he looked at the guard

"This is official Regulator business, let us pass" Adam stated sternly

the guard stepped to the side and Adam continued in, he walked quickly up to a citizen once inside,

"Excuse me citizen, do you know where I could fine Edward Reele?"

The citizen looked at him for a moment before answering,

"Yeah, I saw him go into moriarty's saloon"

The regulators quickly passed by him and made there way up to the saloon,

Opening the door each man stepped in,

Edward was sitting at the bar, Adam walked up to the man and sat down next to him then aimed his 12.7mm submachine gun at the side of his head

he spoke only a few words,

"Don't [censored] with the Regulators" and pulled the trigger

The lifeless body of the man fell to the ground, screams echoed in the bar

Quickly moving to the body Adam grabbed the mans back pack, in it contained 1500 caps

Alan MacDougal and Ben Castillo at Georgetown

Alan had only been here with his brother for no greater then 10 min, yet he already liked this man. What Mr. Labhart had just proposed, was to create an alliance. This was all well and good, but what he liked specifically was his intention on keeping DC safe from other factions. Ever since he laid eyes upon the faction to the north, he hadn't liked how well armed and potentially dangerous they could be. With and alliance like this, they could no doubt create a defense more then enough to repel any invaders. Alan had come to think of the metro in DC as his home, and he would hate to have anything happen to it. He took a sip of his coffee, stuff he hadn't tasted in years, and then replied. "That sounds like an excellent arrangement." Ben nodded at this and Alan then continued. "I had been looking to the North before we had come here, and I noticed a particular faction. The Regulations or Rescuers, something like that." He paused and took another sip from his coffee. "I found them to be a scary sight indeed. I would hate to have any of them come into DC unwelcome. " Alan looked over at Ben who was slurping his milk ferociously. He then replied with his answer. "So yes, I believe an alliance would be very welcomed."

Kyle Labhart - Georgetown

Kyle finished his drink as he heard out the two ghouls. "Mark my words, the first group that sets foot in the city with the intention of expanding the conflict is the one that will learn not to ever do the same again." He stood up from his couch and addressed the two. "Good. Then I propose that Georgetown will be a haven for any of your kind that needs a place to stay, except for the ferals, and in return, you guarantee us safe passage through the metro systems should we need to use them. Also, I have received an influx of new soldiers in need of military supplies. I will trade food, water, and other necessities for military supplies." Kyle sat back down. "Once my new soldiers are trained and equipped, I can extend patrols as far as The Mall, if need be."

Followed by a sigh, Kyle buried his face in his hands. "I'm familiar with Grant. The regulators are no longer what they used to be, and thus, I cannot trust them. Grant himself visited the town uninvited, and I had no choice but to turn him away. They're dangerous and unpredictable. And they're likely going to be the first ones trying to make a claim. You'd best watch your ass." He cocked his head as if to stretch his neck. "I will send terms to your community when I finish them."

Catherinian Scavenging Team - North of Saint Catherine

A Catherinian Scavenging team was looking around the wastes for anything useful for the city. From behind the rocks, they came upon Vault 106.

"Motherlode guys! Get your bags ready and grab everything!"

The Scavenging opened the door to the Vault. They came across the Vault door computer. The leader, slid down the handloe on the computer and the vault opened slowly, making it distinctiveley large grating sound.

The group entered in, finding trash everywhere. As they explored the dimlt lit rooms of Vault 106, they found the bodies of dead Vault surviors. Stabbed, shot. It seemed to them some kind of war erupted underneath. Yet to them, they searched their bodies, grabbing anything they could find. Yet and odd small permeated in the Vault.

"Hey do guys smell that" said one of the scavengers.

"It's odd said one another. Maybe its from the rust of something" as the scavenger had no infoupon the psychoactive drugs released in the Vault Experiment.

*1 hour Later*

"He's not filling so well."

Several of the scavengers did not look so good. Their eyes where getting more red and looked more aggravated. They were playing with their knives or twirling their guns around excessively.

"Alright look, we havent scoured the whole Vault yet but we need to get the [censored] out of here."

"Damn right we should" as one of the scavengers yelled at the leader while twirling his knife.

The leader was also affected but was shocked at the disposition of friend. The leader standed up fro his chair.

"Take everything we found. We are heading back to Saint Catherine to inform Grandmastress on this."

The scavenging all got up and carried their bags. Minutes later they were back at the Vault entrance, door closed by the leader for safety. The group had calmed down more ever since getting out of the Vault and left the Vault heading back to Saint Catherine.

Paradise Falls Slavers

Crowley was standing by with Clover inside his quarters when he was informed that the Pitt raiders had arrived. With a cursory nod, Crowley called his dogs and went out with Clover to meet them. As the doors were opened for him by a couple of his slaver guards, he saw the raider leader known as Ramsey standing with a decent sized group of Pitt raiders: all of them well armed and looking quite fierce. Although he had dealt with members of the Pitt before, and this was certainly nothing unexpected.

Giving a quick order for his dogs to heel, Crowley approached Ramsey and extended his hand,

"Welcome friend, to Paradise Falls. I trust you had a good little trip down to our little neck of the Capital Wasteland? Well lets not waste time in any case. Why don't you step into my quarters here and we can talk a bit more privately. If you would like, your men are welcome to relax at the bar. Anything they order is free of charge, of course. Its right over there in that building."

After ushering Ramsey inside the Cinema, Crowley offered him a seat on the couch and he himself sat down on the couch opposite, while Clover stood behind him. Snapping his fingers, Crowley motioned over a few slaves who were waiting along-side the wall with a table full of alcohol and soda next to them.

Quickly, they walked up with a tray full of drinks,

"Something to drink? Whiskey? Wine? Nuka Cola perhaps?"

Crowley himself took an ice-cold bottle of Nuka cola from the tray and took a sip of it, letting out a satisfied sigh. He then set the bottle down on the table in front of him,

"So, down to business then."

Corporal Watkins, Charlie Squad, 2nd Platoon - Overlooking Vault 106

"HQ, this is Charlie Squad, 2nd Platoon," Corporal Watkins said quietly under his breath as he and his squad of foue others observed the rag-tag group of scavengers leaving the Vault, watching them Watkins was concerned, they appeared twitchy, more-so than the average wastelander might. "We've got a visual on a group of wastelanders fleeing from the target; requesting permission to apprehend... roger that HQ, over and out."

He turned around to his men, they were squatting behind some rocks from a high vantage point south of the Vault and the group of wastelanders.
"We have permission to apprehend the targets, lethal force is not authorised unless there is hostile intent."

The wastelanders were talking amongst themselves, Watkins left two of his squad were they were whilst he and two others manoeuvred around the vantage point so that they were looking at the group from the east rather than the south, they would be easier to subdue if they were caught in a flanking position. Watkins looked over to the two men he had left behind, making the motion of counting down from three silently with his hand.

"Weapons down and hands in the air!" They yelled, the two men whom had been left behind crawled forward to the edge of the dip that overlooked the Vault, pointing their rifles directly at the scavengers, from Watkins side one of his men did the same whilst he and another made to approach the scavengers, weapons pointed before them and still yelling for obedience.

Chainsaw Ramsey - Paradise Falls

Offering a small, businesslike smile, Ramsey took in the site of the leader of Paradise Falls once more. He'd met the man before on a similar errand, though much more briefly and with less to speak of, the same eerie tone pervading the man. This time however, Lord Ashur had asked for a substantial amount of slaves and in the most recent letter, ordered the Chainsaw to, at his discretion, trade surplus slaves that his men took from the wastes for supplies such as food and medicine. This meeting would mark a significant point in the relationship between the Pitt and the Falls and hopefully lead to more than just the occasional business.

Crowley, in his pitch-black attire, extended his hand and welcomed the Pitt representatives, offering the Ramsey's men with free refreshments. Ramsey took the man's hand in a firm handshake, " The name's Ramsey, pleasure to be back at the Falls. Lord Ashur was more than happy with the previous ' workers ', as he calls them, that he's gotten before and asked that I make another visit. And the trip, well, let's just say it was lively. Anyway, sure, private's fine by me, " he said, turning back to his men.

" Boys, go have what you want at the bar. Don't drink yourselves to death, I'll be back a little later, " Ramsey ordered, following Crowley deeper into the old theater. Taking a little bit of a look, Ramsey noted that this décor was much different than Eulogy had kept. More...bland, more about business than pleasure. Chainsaw could appreciate the change, he'd always had a disdain for Eulogy's way of keeping his place of business. Further inside, Ramsey was shown to a couch across from the one Crowley took and a moment later, a multitude of drinks were offered. At the word whiskey, the raider-boss nodded, " Whiskey'd be fine for me, " and soon he had just that.

Crowley took his own and offered for business to commence and so Ramsey thought it best to start. After taking a swig of the whiskey, letting the burn slide down his throat, the Chainsaw sat his glass down and brought his leg up onto the other, easing back into the couch, arms atop it.

" Mr. Crowley, Lord Ashur if you know, has some high standards for his slaves. He likes them to be strong enough for the rough work in the Pitt's mills and steelyards, furnaces too. Those types of places take a lot more than most wasteland rats have and so he needs ones that can really take a hit, ones that can survive working in such dangerous places. Things have gotten better in the Pitt but it sure as hell isn't safe, the scabs have it the worst, " noted Ramsey, slipping back into the Pitt's slang for a moment.

" With that said, he needs a lot of slaves too. The Pitt's a big place with more work to be done than he can find hands for. The wasteland, anywhere, has a bunch of no-goods, useless people, that are ripe for the taking but this DC area has more than I've seen in a long time. You and your men have gotten something good going on here and it meets Lord Ashur's standards and then some. So, you are the best source for what we need, outside of doing it ourselves. All this in mind, Lord Ashur, like you were told before, is very interested in a large purchase of healthy, durable scabs for his operations in the Pitt. The question is, can you meet that kind of demand? And for what cost? My boys can send down weapons and steel, steel might be something you could use around the Falls. It's perfect for reinforcing walls and barriers and whatever else you could need. Maybe even use it when you expand, if you plan on it. Choice is all yours but I came to find out just how you'd like this all to go. That and one other tidbit. "

Ramsey ran a gloved hand through his thick, bushy, black beard and cleared his throat some. " Lord Ashur gave me the power to do what I think is best when it comes to the camps and our operation out here. So, after his requests, I have the authority for the Pitt here. I figured a long while ago that the Pitt here in DC and Paradise Falls should do more together. Not just sales and all that, but help each other out, have each other's backs. Everyone out there is getting riled up from what I hear and it's never a bad idea to team up with someone who has the same ideas. I'd like to offer something more than business, a sort of alliance, between the Pitt and Paradise Falls. What'dya say? "

Catherinian Scavenging Team - North of Saint Catherine

The scavenging team was outside of Vault 106. As they were packing up, some men in black armor appeared from a vantage point. One of them asked for their weapons down.

The scavenging team grew frightened. Just exiting out of their ordeal in Vault 106, they are faced against an Enclave. The leader and the scavengers knew about the Enclave from the rumors of helicopters in the sky, colored black and their soldiers in armor that looked like demons. It was true and coming face to face against them was a nightmare.

"Put your weapons down now" as the leader ordered his team. "We are not going to die here today."

The team threw their weapons on the ground and threw their hands in the air. The leader hoped that the emblems on their shoulder that denoted they were from Saint Catherine and most notably the Holy Cross upon it would give the Enclave that they were simply Christian order. Maybe something the Enclave might be interested in.

Corporal Watkins, Charlie Squad, 2nd Platoon - Overlooking Vault 106

With the capitulation of the enemy, the rest of the squad re-grouped on Watkins, keeping their weapons still trained on the scavengers at all times.

"Open the bags," one of Watkins men barked at the scavengers, Watkins himself approached the man who gave the order to stand-down.

"Wise move," he said coldly to the man. "Who are you, why have you come here?"

Catherinian Scavenging Team - North of Saint Catherine

The scavenger opened up the bags showing to the Enclave squad items they scavenged from Vault 106. Scrap metal and scrap electronics, some amounts of medicine, clothing, a few pistols but nothing really important the Enclave would take note of.

"My name is Ray, I am the leader of this scavenging team from the city of Saint Catherine, Chapter of Columbia, the Ambrosian Order of a New England. We are Christians as if wish to take a look at the emblem on my shoulder and all my other teammembers."

Corporal Watkins, Charlie Squad, 2nd Platoon - Overlooking Vault 106

"Sir," one of Watkin's men approached him, holding one the bag of stuff; Watkins sifted through the bag, noting several electronic components and spare parts; nothing he could ever make sense of but Strategic Resources probably would.

"I see, so you thought perfectly in your rights to loot federal property," he said sternly, facing "Ray". "I ought to shoot you right now but it must be your lucky day, tell you what wastelander; these components you have here and likely consider scrap, return them to us and you can take the rest and be on your way."

Catherinian Scavenging Team - Outside of Vault 106

"Well we umm" said the leader very nervously. "Look, we wont do it again" he said straightly.

The scavenging team gave the scrap components.

"Are we free now?"

Orville Connelly - The Republic of Megaton

Orville thought for a moment and looked over a map.

"Hmm, alright it looks as if you are not asking for too much.I accept your proposal, but any transgressions that were made, by individual citizens acting on their own free will,and not government employees"