Clades and Pullus stepped up to the vault door. Clades knocked on the 30 ton piece of metal. "HEY! Whats the password into your vault?" They heard a few footsteps on the other side and a loud bang. "GARY!" Clades looked at Pullus confused. "Odd password. Overseer must be a woman in love with Gary or something." He walked over to the keypad and typed in "gary". Nothing happened. "Thanks for the fake pasword dike!" Clades walked away frustrated. "GaaaAAAry!!!! GARY!" Pullus ran from the door and cought up with Clades. "Half tempted to rig the door to explode and kill everyone inside. Stupid pricks... if only I had a few Mines left..." Clades pulled out his map of the Wasteland. "Been there, Cleared out, cleared out... wonder how the families doing since I went in there and burned Vance alive. Ah screw it to far away... PULLUS! Find us somewhere to camp nearby. I want to start heading north in the morning. See how the guys at Drowned Devils Crossing are doing." Pullus pulled the tent of of his back and began setting it up. "Sir any idea why they would'nt let us in? Kind of odd really." Clades pulled out a half smoked cigar, "Guess they heard of me and recognized my voice. Anyone that knows me either fears me or dies from their sad attempts at asassination." Clades dug through his trenchcoats pockets looking for his lighter. Upon finding it he lit his cigar and took a long drag. "The wasteland is begining to bore me. Do you remember the last thing Three Dog said before I put him down? The oasis of green right here in the Capital Wasteland. I'd love to go in there, clear out anyone who lives there and make it my own. Pullus you got the tent ready yet? For some reason Im very tired."
Clades walked through a strange dark void. He saw the faces of everyone he had killed, and they looked very angry. "Hey guys what is this a reunion? You know how I hate reunions." He reached for his revolver only to find it had vanished. "Your a monster. I can't believe I trusted you Clades. You saved me from the super mutants only to kill me yourself." Three Dog said as his ghostly figure stepped forward from the shadows. "No...Not you... I told you it was an accident!" Clades fell to his knees as three dog punched him in the chest. "You...ALL OF YOU ARE DEAD! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!!!!" The other spirits began to converge on Clades and began punching and kicking him. Clades jumped up in his tent and fired off his .44 magnum. Pullus jumped with a start and looked around for the source of the gunshot. "Sir are you alright?" Clades opened his eyes. "It was just a dream. go back to your tent Pullus." Pullus loked at his master concerned, and turned to leave. Clades looked into a small mirror he kept in his back pocket. "Why are these ghosts haunting me now...why now of all times?" He wiped the sweat off of his forehead and finished the half empty bottle of scotch on the nearby stump. "Not much longer..."
Clades stepped out of his tent and stretched in the early morning sunlight. "This wasteland...the brown is so dull..." He heard a footstep behind him, "Thats why its called 'The Wasteland' Clades." He turned to see a group of Brotherhood outcasts, all aiming their lazer rifles at his head. "What a suprise. What did I do to anger your bunch Henry?" the leader of the Outcasts stepped forward and put a plasma pistol to his head. "Its Protector Casdin to you Scourge. This is for Fort Independence!" Clades gave Casdin a confused look, "Fort Independence? I don't recall going there. Maybe you have me mistaken for another monster of the wasteland?" Casdin lowered his pistol. "Check him for anything that can prove he destroyed our home." Clades sighed and dug out a map from his trenchcoat pocket, "Heres a map showing every location Ive visited. You'll find the closest place to your home Ive visited was Andale. Bunch of freaks." Clades walked away as Casdin unfolded the map, "You've been to Vault 108? Did you gain entry?" Casdin lowered the map to find Clades drinking heavily from a whiskey bottle. "Freakin drunk..."