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Chronicle 9: Red Storm Rising (Cookie to whoever gets the reference)
Tao looked over the empty shelf to watch as the traffic on the highway continued as normal. Ever since the dawn of the NCR and The Brotherhood syndicate everyone became mobile with the advance of new technologies. The Enclave still keeps to itself and the wasteland is re-building, for the most part. Tao never cared, only that he lived a prosperous life.
He continued watching until he saw the all too familiar sound of a Vertibird pass ahead. He simply waved it off and sat down on his desk chair. He pulled out his savings clipboard and started putting down his monthly profits. He set the board down and went back to waiting for customers.
He waited for 2 hours until a band of rough looking slavers came by his desk. The leader who was wearing leather armor stood up and came to the desk, signalling the others to stand behind the glass doors.
" Welcome to Tao's genuine store and fuel stop. What would you like?"
The man snarled and spit on the floor, already desecrating the aged tile.
" You in for the trade of slaves?"
Tao turned his expression into disgust
" No, I don't do slave dealing, I already told Metzger and I won't explain it to you! Now get out of my damn store you imbecile"
Tao set his AK-110 on the table and glinted his armor in the sun.
The slaver grew discontent and snarled again.
" Fine, but we'll be back. You can't deny the offers we have, and with the loads of cash ready to your store, you can profit"
Tao flipped the man off and let them take their leave.
The next group of men were a bunch of scavengers in odd looking leather padded clothing. The man came through the aged door and set his hands on Tao's desk, just like a business man of the pre-war days.
" You ever heard of the Capital wasteland?"