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Chapter 1As she takes the safety off the “FIRE” mark on her 10mm pistol, Molly takes a look at the man she just killed. His blue eyes were still open, staring cold at the like colored sky above. He had a blue tinge to his small mohawk, the sign of a raider or retired raider. Judging by the way he attacked her a few minutes earlier, she figured he hadn’t retired.
The battle did not last long, and was incredibly one sided. Molly kept her pistol inside her leather vest, hidden from view. She did this to avoid confrontation, but it seemed lately it was attracting the wrong attention. The raider had undoubtedly been following her a while, and had attacked his seemingly unarmed victim after growing impatient and greedy. Armed only with a lead pipe and mild armor, it seemed the fellow was as stupid as he was now dead. His impulse to come running over the hill while yelling proved fatal, as Molly had put two shots in his neck before he had covered ten yards.
After checking his corpse, she came out with only one stimpack and two packages of jet. “Figures” she quietly mumbled to herself. It seems like they never carry anything worthwhile. At least she could trade it for some ammo.
Molly was relatively tall, topping out at almost six feet. Her slim figure loomed over the rocks and dead trees of the wasteland as she walked steadily back towards Tenpenny tower. As she ran her long fingers through her bright blonde hair, she came across a speckle of blood, surely coming from the idiot raider as he had been her only encounter in the few hours she was out. She turned her head towards the sun, her blue eyes noting it was almost nine in the evening, still in time for curfew. She had missed curfew once, and it had almost turned fatal as she had been discovered by a Yao Guai in an area she thought she was safe in. Since then, she always tried to return early.
“Good evening, sweet thing.” Gustavo greeted as he always did. “Did you bring me back anything?”
“Found a bottle of Vodka for you. I know you’ve been running low. Also got the big guy some scotch. I don’t know anything about it, so hopefully it’s poisoned.” She replied, her opinion of Gustavo’s employer going unhidden. It was a well known fact by everyone, other Tenpenny that Molly despised him. While she wasn’t a model character herself, Allistair Tenpenny was downright evil. His blatant lack of care for anything that didn’t involve him sickened Molly, and even though he offered her a free place to say, she vowed that she would kill him. The only reason he offered her a place to stay is because she got rid of those ghouls. She hated ghouls more than she hated Tenpenny.
“Ha, I probably shouldn’t let you in after saying that, but I really like to watch that ass walk through those doors on your way in.”
Used to his comments, Molly ignored it, and may have even added a shake to her walk as she headed inside.
“Hi Burkey.” She seductively purred as she passed Mr. Burke on the way to her elevator. She often did this, not because she liked him, but because he was usually too shocked by her tone to start a conversation. This time was no different, as his jaw dropped to the floor, his drool meeting his suit.
“Good evening Madam!” Godfrey emitted, his programming making him sound sincere. “Is there anything that I can do for you today?” he asked.
“No thanks Godfrey. You can go enjoy Shakes company in the lounge if you wish.” Molly said as she piled her findings on the table before throwing the scotch in the fridge.
After a few minutes of organizing her loot, cleaning her pistol, and putting away her weapons, she climbed in bed. The old covers proved soft, and felt good against her soft, but experienced skin. She figured she’d better go to bed early today rather than get drunk with the boys. There are only so many times a week she can indulge in liquor and not remember anything from the previous night before she has to take a break. Besides that, she had plans tomorrow. She and Corey were going to eradicate a group of raiders, probably the belonging to the one she killed earlier in the day, and sell the weapons and armor that are salvageable.
Her eyes grew heavy as she recalled the day’s events. Sleep was imminent and approaching fast. As she watched the sun outside her window fade away, she grew more and more unconscious, until the 23 year old faded off to sleep.
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