MONK

"Why the hell would Kino wanna help me? We haven't exactly been on the best of terms lately. Don't matter. Head over to my office- it's the three story building over yonder with 'MacGreagor's Quality Goods' on top. In neon. And if you're another hitman, I'll kill you myself."

The [censored] is this guys problem? Monk pondered as he proceeded to MacGreagor's Quality Goods. He's obviously paranoid, but he said ANOTHER hitman, so maybe it's justified. But if he's worried about getting whacked, then a bodyguard showing up should seem like a godsend, wait... What's that?

He spotted someone skulking around the side of MacGreagor's building. Monk did his best to appear nonchalant as he altered the course of his approach so the shadowy figure wouldn't realise Monk was heading to the Quality Goods building.
It worked, Monk passed by the alley where the figure was trying to lurk in the shadows and quickly circled round the building next door.
As he crept into the other end of the alley, he saw the figure produce a crowbar from within his coat and begin to pry the side window open.

Monk approached the intruder from behind, suprisingly stealthy for a man of Monk's bulk. The guy was trying to stay as quiet as possible and if Monk hadn't spotted him then he might have managed to get in.

Quietly... quietly Monk slipped his hand inside his jacket and grasped the butt of his .44 Magnum. Just in case. he thought to himself as he pulled the gun out of it's holster.

The metal scraping on leather must have been louder than Monk thought, because the goon with the crowbar heard it and whirled around, Monk tried to bring his gun up but the guy was too fast. Before Monk could squeeze off a shot the crowbar connected with his knuckles and sent the heavy pistol skidding off down the alley.
Monk roared in a mixture of agony and fury, the sound cut short as the crowbar slammed into the side of his head, momenteraly stunning him. Monk staggered a few steps clutching the site the crowbar had struck, his fingers came away bloody. Monk shook his head, trying to shake the dizzying sensation, holding off unconsciousness by sheer will alone. The man was coming in at him again, the weapon already swinging downwards to Monk's head again, this shot would be enough to put Monk out. Monk's hand shot up and seized the assailent by the wrist, His knuckles burning with pain as he tried to keep hold despite the man's struggles. Monk saw an oppertunity..... He kicked the guy squarely between the legs. The man doubled up immediately making a horrible gurgling noise in the back of his throat, Monk wasn't finished yet though, still holding the guy's wrist with his wounded hand he jerked the man upright and crashed his other fist into the guy's mouth, knocking out a couple of teeth. The man tried to struggle away, mumbling something that sounded like "Geh ob mah, Enouh. I gib, I gib." through his rearranged mouth. Monk grasped the man by the shoulders with both hands and dragged the man to his feet again, then headbutted the man.
Monk felt a wave of sick satisfaction as his forhead connected with the man's nose, shattering it. One final punch to the side of the guys head rendered him unconscious and he slumped to the floor at Monk's feet.

Monk stood there in the alley panting for a minute after the fight, The man on the floor didn't move, probably wouldn't for a while. Monk lit a cigarette and took a deep drag of it.
What the [censored] is going here? Monk looked at the guy on the floor. Well he seems to know more than I do, guess i should get him inside and find out, God-[censored] I hope he's uncooprative, son-of-a-[censored]'s made a hell of a mess of my hand.
Monk seized hold of the guy's ankle and began dragging him inside MacGreagor's, looking for a store room where he could get to work on this guy.

At least this should prove to MacGreagor that I'm not here to kill him. Monk chuckled as he tied the guy's hands to the chair he had been placed in. He grabbed the guys hair and pulled his head up, then with his other hand slapped the guy roughly around the face. The man began to stir, mumbling something to himself, looking groggy. Monk slapped him again and the man's eyes seemed to clear. Time to get some answers. Monk thought to himself as he plucked the combat knife from his boot.

Damon "Daredevil" Harrison

They were moving out once again, en route to Wheaton Armory. They would get there at dawn, Damon calculated, in enough time to control the place and possibly set up camp for that night. The travel there was relatively short, only taking a good twenty-five minutes. Currently, Damon and company was trying to scout out the main building. Ryan looked down trhough his scopes at the building, trying to pinpoint any other snipers.

"We got two snipers on the roof, and about five on each floor."

"Good." Raymond said. "Me, Mike, Joe, and Jesse will go right to the building. Damon and Ryan, hug the left perimeter and flank 'em. Ryan I want those snipers dead before I reach that wall." Ray said indicating the closest corner of the crumbled building. "Kramer, guard the brahmin. Move."

Kramer sighed to himself, visibly letting his head hang, then trotted back to the cow, obviously upset.

As planned, both small groups separated and sneakily made their way to their selected markers. As soon as Ryan was ready, he shot the first raider clean in his back, the momentum propelling him over the far end of the building. It had only made sense he would shoot the harder target first. The lsat one left was easy pickings, and he was dispatched shortly. In retaliation, every window of every floor lit up with muzzle flash, and Damon and company had to retreat into the shack behind them in order to evade the gunfire. Soon Ray and his men infiltrated the building, aiming their way up the stairs slowly but surely. In the meantime, Ryan, was suppressing from his side. Damon scored a couple kills, but for the most part Ryan had stole the glory. They regrouped at the center of the outpost.

"How many is that, Ryan?" Damon asked.

"That was number two-hundred and forty."

"Only a few under me too, good job."

"You're only winning because your crazy...Hey Ray I think we should check the barracks for a spot to rest. Plus, we got a caravan to look over now."

"My plans exactly. Kramer, get over here! We're setting up camp, we move out once the sun goes down."

OOC: I have written this through my phone so sorry for any and all spelling/grammar issuea

As Sarah stopped to reload the fnal Raptor member killed one of the knights while she was reloading

"Fall back!" she cried over the gunfire to the final knight, bit he couldn't hear her and before she knew it the Raptor had launched himself at the knight ramming a knife through his helmet. Sarah slowed down, she was beginning to move to quickly and suddenly it was putting her aim off. Slowley reaching down her leg to her boot, she removed the combat knife and stuck it into the ground infront of her where she was laying, it would be quicker to reach that way if she needed it.

The Raptor had jumped behind some concrete debris, he obviousley knew she was there. It was now some sort of standoff she had sights on him but he was in cover, did he even know where she was she wandered. Sarah looked at the dead branhim, a pouch of grenades had fallen from it, she aimed and shot on of the grenades causing a chain reaction with the others, the branhim and it's pack blew to bits

"well however this turns out your not getting those supplies" she remarked as she chambered another round. Sarah grabbed the radio and in hushed terms she said

"Any friendly brotherhood or caravan members In the area this is caravan sniper Sarah Lawson, I need help, I've got a raptor death squad member pinned down but I can't get him he took down two knights, any help would be appreciated. We are on canterberry highway, find the blown up branhim and you'll be in the right place".

MONK

Monk looked at the guy he had tied to the chair, God i've made a mess of this guys face, hope I ain't ruined his mouth too much for him to talk.

The guy was fairly tall, and now he was inside in the light Monk could see that he was quite young with unkempt dark hair and blue eyes. Blue eyes that right then were fixed on Monk's face in absolute terror.
"What is it you're staring at son?" Monk asked, in a friendly, conersational voice. "My scars? Some of 'em are real beautys ain't they? I think this one's my favorite though." He said, pointing at the twisted, burned flesh on the side of his head "Damn protectron nearly took my head off, lucky for me the shot was a little wide, so it only scarred up my face some more and blew my ear off. One of the most painful things I have ever experienced."

As the tale went on, the guys face changed. The terror was still there, but Monk could now see confusion in his expression too.

"I can see that you are wondering about the relevance of my story here aren't you son?" He asked, still in the same tone of voice. The guy looked at him dumbly and slowly nodded. "It's simply this." Monk paused for effect. "I'm going to ask you a few questions now and if you don't answer me, or if you lie to me then i'm gonna take this here knife and I'm gonna cut on you untill your face makes mine seem attractive. Do you understand me?"

The terror flooded back into the man's eyes at this, but he began franticly nodding to show he understood.
"That's good." Monk smiled down at the man. "Ok, let's start simple. What is your' name?"
"B...B...Benjamin Hardin."
"Ok Benjie, good start there. So why were you trying to break in? Be honest now."
"J....ju..just thought it'd be a good place to steal some caps man."
"Now Benjie, you remember what i said to you about lying to me, don't you? So let's try that one again. Why were you trying to break in?"
"I swear man it was just a break in."
Monk sighed, frowning. "Now Benjie, you don't look like an idiot to me. Do i look like an idiot to you?"
"N.....N..No man."
"And yet you are either so stupid that you would try to break into a Caravan Union building. A guarded Caravan Union building. Or you think that I am so stupid that I'll believe it. That's pretty insulting you know, and after i've tried to be so reasonable with you too. Shame."

Monk snatched his knife from the table beside him and slashed an arc of crimson from the corner of Hardin's eye to the top of his jaw, just below his ear.
Monk stepped back as Hardin thrashed about in the chair screaming.

"Now Benjie, I'd stop that screaming if were you. I have a real headache from where you hit me with that there crowbar and all that noise is just going to make me angry. Now one more time. Why were you trying to break in?"
"Ok man, ok." Hardin sobbed. "I was trying to get information about the Union. Caravan routes, manifests detailing what each caravan was carrying. That kind of thing."
"That's better Benjie. Feels good to tell the truth don't it?" Monk's friendly voice and grin had returned.
Hardin, desperate to please this scarred, knife weilding psycho, grinned like an idiot and began nodding franticly again.
"Sure it does son. So...... And this is really the important question. Who were you trying to get the information for?"
At this question Hardin began thrashing and screaming worse than when Monk had slashed him.
"I can't man! I can't tell you. You don't know what he'll do to me if i tell you. I can't!"
Monk stepped forward and slammed his fist into Hardin's stomach, doubling him up and producing a terrible strained wheezing.
"What did i just say to you about screaming Benjie? Now you are right, I don't know what he'll do if you tell me. I do, however, have a pretty good idea about what I'll do to you if you continue refusing to tell me. I'm guessing that the end result will be the same and since I'm the one who has you tied to a chair, I'm the one you should be concerned about.
So, who are you getting this information for?"
Silence from Hardin here.
"Fair enough Benjie, that's your' call, and i gotta be honest, i respect the hell out of you for trying to keep it a secret. But believe me, you will talk."
Monk picked up his knife again and slowly sawed Hardin's left ear off. Hardin screamed and shrieked worse than he had since the interrogation began.
"OK Man! OK! It was the Raptors, the [censored] Raptors man. A guy named Pizarro. Vicente [censored] Pizarro. He's the one who told me to do it."

From the dispatch office next door, the radio suddenly crackled to life.
"Any friendly brotherhood or caravan members In the area this is caravan sniper Sarah Lawson, I need help, I've got a raptor death squad member pinned down but I can't get him he took down two knights, any help would be appreciated. We are on canterberry highway, find the blown up branhim and you'll be in the right place".

Monk looked towards the door, then turned back to hardin.
"Well Benjie you have truly been a big help my friend. But I gotta go respond to that call. Hope you don't mind that I have to dash." Hope flared in Hardin's eyes.
"No man, take your' time. I'll be right here."
"Well... When you're right, You're right Benjie." Monk said as he pulled his Magnum from inside his jacket and placed the muzzle against Hardin's forhead.
"WAIT! I TOLD YOU WHAT I KNOW MAN!! YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T KILL ME IF I DID!"
"I didn't, I only said I'd stop cutting you. I think you broke a couple of my knuckles with your damn crowbar, so i figure you've got this coming to you."
Monk fired. Then he placed a cigarette in his mouth, lit it and walked into the dispatch office. He picked up the mouthpiece and depressed the send button.
"Sarah, this is Monk. You still there little lady? I'm in Canterburry as we speak. I'll be there as soon as I can. How long d'you reckon you can keep him there?"
Monk released the send button and waited for a reply.

OOC: This is the first time I have Rpd guys. Are my posts ok?

EDITED

OOC: @venix you said you on Canterbury highway, while I am right off of it at http://http://buriedplanet.com/userfiles/fallout%203%20map%20complete.jpg. From where you are I can probably see if not hear the fight. This could also serve as a heads up post for those who need to refer to the FO3 map. :thumbsup:

William&Evelyn

"Scribe Evelyn?" William said with a bit of a joking tone to his voice.

She embraced him dearly before her mood turned into a frown. "I really wish I wasn't the one to tell you this but the council agreed to send you to the lions again."

William gave a bit of a cocky smile. "It's alright, so what's this mission?"

Evelyn cleared her throat and spoke in a very formal voice. "As you know, the team lead by Paladin Raymond attacked the Wheaton Armory. It provides the perfect distraction to slip into a training facility near the MDPL-13 power station. Just sabotage the training and return for a little reward..." She said, a bit suggestive on the last words.

William nodded and headed back out, gun and dirty Raptor clothing packed neatly in a backpack.

Alexander Scalatti

It was a long hard treck. It took Alex about two hours to reach the Citadel. Its about time! Alex walked up to the main gate and showed the guards his I.D.

"Ah, Mr. Scalatti, go right ahead."

Alex entered the Citiadel was it was PACKED. There were diplomats and people rushing about getting deals done. Alex headed toward the Brotherhood office in order to accept the deal.

Evelyn Marx

"Scribe Marx!"

Evelyn spun around in her chair to see one of the Brotherhood officials. "A Vault 101 person has arrived at the Citadel!"

She nodded and the official left. Evelyn slowly walked out of the door into the main office room. Sure enough, she saw him.

"Alex Scalatti?" She yelled through the voice of the Initiates, other scribes, and council officials.

Alexander Scalatti

Alex heard his name yelled from across the courtyard,

"Alex Scalatti!"

Alex ran over and saw a scribe. This is the person who I have to sign with? Sigh.

"Thats me, uh, my Overseer wants me to tell you that we have...accepted.. the deal. We will be sending 200% more stimpacks than before. All you have to do is sign this official form."

Alex handed the scribe a pen and the paper.

OOC: When thinking, it's best not to actually write "sigh" and just make the character actually sigh. Just some thought.

Evelyn

"Alright..." She hesitated. If William were here, he would probably scold her for being so reckless of signing a paper. After all, the wasteland's changed to the point of almost being Pre-War other than the huge "civil war" between the Raptors and Brotherhood.

Evelyn signed it anyways and handed it back to Alex. "You should stay here for a little bit."

OOC: You're right. This Vacation is eating away at my I.Q lol.

Alexander Scalatti

Alex grabbed the pen and paper. "I can't. The idiot that the Lone Wanderer and Amata hired as an assitant will put my head on a pole unless I return right now."

Before turning away, Alex added something, "I would like to, but, I can't. Thanks for signing."

OOC: your posts are fine kettleison

IC: Sarah was overjoyed to hear a reply from a man called Monk, however she did frown a litte at the little lady remark

"yea little lady is still here, he's not going anywhere in a hurry but I don't wanna get close he [censored] two knights up, hell when someone runs at knight and jabs a knife through his eye it kinda puts you off getting close. How long till yo... What the hell hey get off! Sarah felt something sniffing in her ear, turning to her right for a brief second there sat a German Shepard

"get outta here!" the dog just let out a small barley audible whine

"hey Monk I've made a friend, some dog won't leave me alone. But back to business I need you here asap it's kinda like and some old Mexican standoff just with a lot less shooting. Just follow the highway you'll find a blown up branhim all over I'm on the south ridge, over" as Sarah layed down the radio and returned to watching the raptor, the dog laid down next to her. Still focused on the target she just said

"really?" to which the dog let out a quiet bark.

OOC: I elect that we call The Lone Wanderer Rufus, unless you have a better name :smileyface:.

Damon "Daredevil" Harrison

Damon was doing inventory. It took a minute for them to get the brahmin inside, but now the old girl was laying on the ground along with the rest of the squad, and her supplies were on the ground. Damon had out a pencil and notebook and was writing down everything in the rucksack. So far he had come up with 100 caps, 7 stims, some chems, 4 scrap metals, a vacuum cleaner, a lawn mower blade, thirty .32 caliber rounds, and forty .15mm rounds. He was still checking when the radio in the armory chirped to life, which he had barely noticed. Apparently, Joe had been tinkering with it because it buzzed to life and Damon heard the later of a distressed female voice.

". . . friendly brotherhood . . . members In the area this is caravan . . . iper Sarah Lawson . . . I've got a raptor death squad member pinned down but I can't get him. He took down two knights, any help would be appreciated. We are on canterberry highway, find the blown up branhim and you'll be in the right place".

The squad all looked at Ray, who was polishing his helmet at the time with an old rag he found on the floor, which was ironically cleaner than the grit on his helmet.

"Let's go," He said, getting up and placing his helmet over his head. They let the brahmin in the room and jogged over to the highway, which was coincidentally close to them. Before long they saw the gunshots, and after Damon saw the damsel in distress he ran after the raiders. The first raider got treated to multiple bullets wounds to the face, while the second one was treated to an emptied clip to the torso. He fell by a rock near the woman and nodded, before returning fire on the remaining enemies.

MONK


Monk chuckled at the tone in Sarah's voice. He'd heard of her back in Megaton. If I do manage to pull her out of this, she's gonna give me hell for that little lady line.
He pushed the send button again.
"Just gotta leave a note for MacGreagor, Sarah. The guy is strung out enough without finding unexplained dead guys in his cupbords. You and your' new friend just hold tight, I'll be with you in ten."

Once he had pinned the brief note to Hardin's body, Monk quickly gathered up his equipment and dashed out the door.
Several people turned to stare at him as he dashed past them and Monk realised his face was still bloody from where the kid had hit him round the head with that damn crowbar.

Monk looked at his knuckles as he left Canterburry. [Censored] mess that boy's made of that. He thought, looking at the angry purple swelling that had engulfed half his hand.
Hope it don't screw my aim up too bad, recoil's gonna be a [censored] too.
He could hear the gunfight now, so he slowed his approach, looking round cautiously. He couldn't see the blown up brahmin yet, so he was probably safe, but Sarah had said she was a sniper so the fight could cover quite a distance.
He unslung his old lever action shotgun from his shoulder, wincing at the pain in his hand as he did so.

As Monk rounded a corner he spotted a huge crimson circle spattered accross the highway, Sarah wasn't kidding about the brahmin being all over the place.
Suddenly more shots rang out, but these were a mix of automatic and laser rounds being fired, nothing like the steady crack of Sarah's high powered rifle. Monk hurled himself behind a rock as a squad of Brotherhood charged into view, they were firing uphill but Monk couldn't see their' target.
Well looks like I'm surplus to requirement here then. Monk thought to himself. Still I should see if I can help out a little.

Over to his left Monk heard the distinctive crack of a sniper rifle and as he glanced that way, saw blonde hair dissappear behind some cover. Got to be her.
Monk got to his feet and sprinted for the cover, a bullet grazed Monk's shoulder and he dropped to his back, skidding behind the cover.
He found himself looking up the barrell of a rifle, with a large dog snarling in his ear.
"Calm down Sarah, I'm the cavalry." Monk grinned up from the ground. The dog stopped snarling once it realised Monk wasn't a threat but continued to look at him warily.
Monk sat himself up and peered over the cover at the Brotherhood squad. "So you got a plan? Or are we lettin' the tin men take all the glory?"

Vicente


Vicente grew more thrilled by the moment. The prospect of killing two Knights was self-gratifying. Now he had to escape. Looking around for anything useful, Vicente took one of the Knights corpse and set it in a suspicious position. He then grabbed their laser rifle and Assault Rifle, slowly crouching away from the scene. He also insured someone would die when he planted grenade traps on the bodies.

OOC: guys where did all these extra raptors come from? It was just me and frost well they are there now oh and the dog is now one of my characters so no controlling her please and and sorry it's short but I have to go to work

IC: Sarah laid and watched, foam where the raptor was he could get to the two knights he killed, she could see him doing something to them. Sarah was completely focused on the one spot, when out of the blue a firefight erupted between some brotherhood and raptor members, someone must have got her call. The signal must have crossed to Raptor radios as well. A brotherhood soldier dived to the ground near her and nodded his head. Sarah scoped back in on the spot, he'd gone

"[censored] he's gone" Sarah turned her rifle and started shooting Raptors. The dog that had joined her on her wait was in front of her growling

"hey easy girl" the dog backed off and a man joined her who claimed to be Monk, he asked if she had a plan

"I don't know, the guy got away when brotherhood turned up, you got a plan?"

MONK

"Well no. I ain't got no plan. I only just got here darlin'. I do have a message for the Raptors though." Monk said to Sarah, then quickly got to his feet and cupped his hands around his mouth.
"That's right you [censored] coward, you run." He bellowed "While you are at it take a message to that son-of-a-[censored] Pizarro for me. Tell him his boy Hardin won't be delivering information anymore. I took care of that personally."

He sat back down and ruffled the dog's fur. "This little fella got a name then?" Monk asked turning to talk to Sarah.
As he turned to face her he saw that a Brotherhood knight, (Or paladin, they all look the same to me, Monk thought) with red horns painted on his helmet was crouched beside her. He got to his feet quickly and stood over the guy.
"Seems me and Sarah have already been introduced over the radio." He said, offering his hand for the Brother to shake. "Name's Monk. You reckon someone should check out that spot he was holed up in?"

Damon "Daredevil" Harrison

Raymond and his crew had been intercepted by another man, whose muscles were as large as Power Armor. He looked liks on of them prewar fellas who traveled out to space before the bombs.

Noble team I think it was...

He baseball slid into the rock and was immediately greeted by the snarling canine. He pet it very briefly then exchanged a few words with the sniper before rising up and yelling insulting sentences to the enemy, exposing himself greatly and wasting his breath.

"Amateurs." Dame said to himself. "Armada, what should we do?"

"Show them how you got your name, Dame." Said Ryan.

And with that, Damon pulled out from the rock, tossing a frag in the general direction of the raptor group, shouting back to the eight or so people behind him "Cover me!" They gave him suppressing fire as he ran up to the men, completely utilizing all three frags until he was out. Then he slung his rifle into his hands and shot flurries of bullets at the remaining raptors. By the time he had to reload, he was safely behind an overturned car that was on the highway. Soon, the last three raiders would be done for. Unfortunately however, the gun jammed so he threw the malfunctioning cartridge at a raider, which distracted him while he pulled out the tactical knife and threw that. The reception changed from dazed to dead, and Damon caught the knife and yanked it out of the raider's torso as he fell. One of the raider's had been reloading while the other shot pointlessly at his steel armor. Damon charged the reloader and slit his throat, a streak of blood spewing over the already red visor, and then he stabbed the last man deep in his exposed chest and drove him to the ground. The raider had an AK-47, which did mediocre damage to him, so he was mostly unscathed by the time the battle was over.

That's number 254, Damon said wiping his knife on his cuirass, looking at his work. He looked back at the crew and gave them a thumbs up before trotting back to them.

"How's that for a show...Heh, I should be getting paid for this."

OOC: This is my first post in this thread. Hope you enjoy. : )


Benjamin Finley
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Benjamin sat on the porch to his shack, over looking Big Town, and smoked the last bit of his cigar. As he sat there he ran his hands through his black hair and sighed.

"I think my life will always be like this", he said, and stood up.

He began to stretch, and caught the smell of something foul. He pulled up his collar, and sniffed. Yep, it was his jumpsuit. He knew he should throw the thing away, but it was his Grandfathers. It was covered in dirt, oil, and who knows what. The RobCo logo on the back was nearly covered, and the blue had faded to where it looked nearly white. Though it was dirty and smelled awful he couldn't bring himself to get rid of it. Benjamin's "home", if you could call it that, had room for his power armor, his bed, and a desk. It might not have been so bad if it was not made of thin sheets of metal. Benjamin would live like this forever for the Brotherhood.

Ever since he was seventeen his life has been devoted to it. Eleven years had passed since he had first arrived at the Citadel, and he has achieved the rank of Paladin. That was only because as a Knight, for five proud years, he stumbled upon an assassination attempt on Elder Lyons. On patrol in the Citadel he found a dead knight and two raptors on one of the balconies surrounding the Citadel. He was able to stop them, and was given the rank of Paladin. Sadly that is all he has achieved.

When he sat on his bed he began to wash off his face with a little water he had to spare. His dark skin was only made darker by the caked on dirt, and he felt better when most of it was washed away. Things were bad in the outpost. Only Benjamin and two knights were left to defend it, and the raptors had been attacking caravan after caravan. Water and food was low, but Benjamin tried to keep an upbeat attitude. He knew soon they would have to stop this or simply die of starvation or thirst, and he was not looking forward to either options.

OOC: The Lone Wanderer's name should be...FLUFFLES!! Nah just kidding. His name could be Greg or Michael. Unless you peoples don't like those.
William Snowe

William headed closer and closer to the target. Whatever that target is, it must be important to break such a huge promise. The business suit, which was outfitted with Kevlar for this specific mission, was really making this journey harder. William was used to the Vault Jumpsuit, flexible and could also be made with Kevlar.

He got closer and closer to the Canterbury Highway, the main trading road for many caravans coming to and from Canterbury Commons. From the distance, the large tower that Kino lived in became more and more visible.

Then firearms could be heard going off everywhere. Eventually, the shots died down and William headed down to see the same squad of Brotherhood Knights and a Paladin. He sighed. "You again Raymond! I see you've still got that 'magic' touch of not being stealthy."

William saw the Paladin in the armor with red painted horns. Again he sighed, wondering where the Brotherhood has been. After all, ever since HE(Lone Wanderer) started to "revolutionize" the Brotherhood and Capital Wasteland, the Brotherhood has been getting quite lenient.

Of Course that could just be me.

Huh rude Sarah thought to herself as the brotherhood guy with red horns recklessly charged at the Raptors, finishing with some gory up close and personnel work. When a man in a suit turned up.

"either he is stupid or lucky" Sarah talked to the dog but no doubt the brotherhood overheard her. As he stood there celebrating his reckless victory Sarah raised her rifle so that the bi-pod rested on a rock, the brotherhood had let their guard down as the did not notice one last drugged up raider with a Chinese sword was sneaking up behind "Dame"

"my turn" Sarah breathed and steadied her shot, pulling the trigger the round sped from the barrel striking the raiders head causing it to explode, bits of brain and skull shot in different directions. Cassually pulling the bolt she muttered to herself

"how's that for Show" she then ruffled the dogs head


"Lucy" Sarah turned to monk

"this little lady can be called Lucy oh and thanks for awnsering the call Monk" Lucy barked in approval

"whoever checks out where he was Hiding needs to be carefull, I think he rigged those dead body's with explosives"

OOC: @Zeker, my char is still with Scribe Marx.

The horned Brother completely ignored Monk's offer to shake hands, instead turning to charge the remaining Raptors, hurling grenades as he went.
Huh, so much for a Knight's chivalry. Aloof [censored], and in front of the lady too. Monk shook his head slowly and allowed his hand to drop back to his side.

Monk had to admit that the guy put on a good show, especially when his gun jammed and instead of panic, as Monk had seen dozens of men do, he simply switched to using his knife instead.

"Either he is stupid or lucky." Sarah said from close by, she seemed to be talking to the dog, but could be plainly heard by anyone nearby.
Stupid gets my vote. Monk chuckled. Hasn't even noticed that last one has the drop on him. Should I warn him? Nah... Rude [censored] deserves it. Might humble him a little to get stuck from behind. As Monk watched, expecting to be amused, the raider's head exploded. He glanced to the side and saw Sarah ejecting the spent cartridge "How's that for a show." She breathed.

She then turned to Monk and informed him the dog's name was Lucy and thanked him for responding to her call. She also informed him that she had seen the raptor who had escaped tampering with the bodies he had left behind.

As Sarah was talking to him, Monk spotted a newcomer. A man in a hat and buisness suit was talking with the brother who had refused Monk's handshake. There was something in this guy's bearing that Monk didn't like. Looks like their' damn manager. He thought to himself. He looks like the type who'll want to ask questions. And I'm in no mood to answer them.

"No worries." He said to Sarah. "Tell you what, I'll go have a look where he dug in." He subtly pointed at the man in the hat. "Why don't you go see what this guy is after while I'm at it. Thanks for the warning about the explosives, I'll be careful."
That said he strode away.
Let's see what I can find out. Monk thought to himself as he headed towards the bodies.

Vicente

Vicente was glad he had escaped. Nothing beated killing a few idiots for the day. His unfortunate encounter with the Brotherhood was rather concerning, though.

" I'll have to watch my tread. It won't matter much longer. "

Vicente, in his rather worn state, was no longer tolerant of the Brotherhood. Trying to clear any stress he had, he pulled out his trusty handbook and began reading towards the next chapter " Democracy ". Fitting as any Raptor in both brutality and skill, he was unique in that he still managed to find some time to pull out a good book and begin the ages long process of intellectual knowledge gathering. Vicente continued walking until he suddenly stopped.

" F**k. My equipment....." He suddenly realized. Most of his personal information had been erased, but the knowledge of his brutal crimes hadn't gone unrecorded in his torture log.

" Bah, the Brotherhood has enough to deal with. I'm sure they won't mind another Raptor. The ambigous traces and markers they hold are nothing but false tracks. "

Evelyn Marx

"You should stay! My fiance has a few connections and when he gets back, he'll just put in a word to the Elder and you'll be fine."

William Snowe

"I should be going now."

Before the two Caravan people or the Brotherhood squad could even ask a single question, William left, trying to find his main target. Sure enough, a couple Raptor bodies were found close to where the target was. He quickly switched clothes to the Raptor clothing and proceeded very closely to the escaping Raptor. He sighed and hid his gun. "You there!"

I hope this works...