Chapter 1: Fiendish fellows

"S-so we gonna do this?" asked a man in a ruined house near McCarran from another person next to him. "Sure we will Mike!" answered the woman, blonde of hair and shapely of the body. Mike digged a bulky needle of Psycho from his pocket.

"Well, alright then Nancy! You wanna go first?" Mike asked, offering her the needle. Nancy rubbed her neck and answered: "I dunno, you think we should quit that stuff? I mean we have a better chance clear headed, don't we?"

Mike looked at her for a moment, then speaking up: "Well do just fine hopped up. And besides, all attempts to stop have been in vein before, remember?"

Mike poked Nancy with his elbow after voicing his joke, trying to encourage her to laugh. She chuckled and took the needle, poking her arm with its point, trying to find a soft spot to get the needle through. After a while, she found a point in her vein that wasn't hardened from excessive drug use. She inserted the needle and pushed roughly half of the psycho into her blood system, and handing the needle back to Mike.

Mike made the exact same procedure as Nancy, and took the rest of the psycho. "So we gonna DO THIS?!" Nancy yelled at Mike, ending her sentence with a strange hybrid of an roar and a scream. "HELL YEAH!" answered Mike, fist bumping Nancy and poking his head out of the building, scanning the McCarran Airports gate.

And the lone guards man who these two raiders had been spying for an hour was still there. But, as Mikes gaze wandered upwards, he noticed some other guard in a tower, watching. "Look, Nance, some red head is up in that one tower!" Mike said and pointed at the tower. Nancy looked and said: "That ain't nothing, I mean were gonna KILL 'EM ALL!" Mike let out an agreeing yell and the two ran out, sprinting towards the lone guards man standing near the gate. Nancy was armed with a police baton and Mike with a stick of dynamite which he was lighting.

The lone guard noticed them, shouting an alarm and shooting rather poorly at the charging raiders. Mike raced ahead, readying to throw. A louder gunshot than a service rifles rang out. And where Nancy had just a second ago seen a dynamite wielding Mike, was now a red, smoldering spot, and Nancys face and the front of her body was covered in bits, pieces and blood of what was Mike. She stopped running, her mouth wide open, her psycho addled mind not realising the sight before her. Someone had shot the dynamite in Mikes hand.

Then, another gunshot of same magnitude rang out, and Nancys eyes were fast enough to look at the spot in the middle of them where a bullet pierced it's way into and through Nancys head, spattering bits of her brain on the asphalt behind her. She was dead before her body hit the ground.

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Corporal Betsy lowered her rifle in the tower above Camp McCarrans gate and adjusted her red beret to a better position. She had almost felt a sting of guilt when shooting that blonde fiend girl. Almost. She sighed and leaned on the railing going around the towers paraqet, continuing to scan the territory for raiders and similar scum.