This is just a one-shot I thought up while RPing with my friends in WoW (World of Warcraft), its nothing special, just wanted to write it. Enjoy


The Megaton Mafia

John Tundran napped on the bed in his two-story room in Megaton, which was dark and silent. He sat up for a second to drink the moonshine from the jar on his desk. It was a decent for the Wasteland, but was still pretty crappy. Smugglers were paid by the Tundran family to bring it in. It was illegal due to the deaths it could cause, but people still wanted it. John looked at the clothes he was wearing. It was an old navy-blue police trench coat. It wasn't buttoned, showing the red and white plaid shirt, and a dirty blue tie. He leggings were just some khaki pants, and on his feet were ripped, old white sneakers. On his head was a white fedora that was covered in brown stains. He had a strap going from the right of his neck, then went to the left, diagonally, and ended at his waist, which a bag was attached to.

There was a knock on the door. He got up, and went downstairs, and stopped in front of it. "Who is it?". "Riley McConaghan.", answered from outside in an Irish accent. Riley used to help John with tasks, and even carried out some dirty work, but stopped working for the Tundran family and caused some others to leave, too. John opened the door, "Come on in.". "Thanks.". The irishman walked in wearing a blue, double-briasted jacket, black jeans, and combat boots. He looked around, then at John. "Sorry, but Mr. Kelley hired me.". Patrick Kelley was the leader of the Kelley family mob, the rival of the Tundran family. "Then he should have his caps refunded.".

Riley reached into his jacket, and only pulled out a .38 special, when John pulled the sawed-off from his bag, and fired at Riley's chest. Slammed onto the ground with a thud, and John shot him again, just to be sure. John picked up a torn, yellow piece of paper in Riley's pocket and read it.

"Riley, I need you to do me another favor. You know John, of the Tundran family? The bastard is beating me in the smuggling operation. Kill him. Go to his house in Megaton, shoot him, and bring me back proof of the deed. I'll send help if necesarry.".

Help? What help? John needed to visit the other family members to show them this. He stepped out the door, and widened his eyes with shock. Twenty members of the Kelley family awaiting him outside, with tommy guns, pistols, and assault rifles. "Aww, fu-" He was gunned down by the gang before he could say his last words.