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the vault-boy.
Chapter one
As long as there have been criminals, there have been bounties on them, and as long as there have been bounties, there have been bounty hunters, and one particular band of hunters were after one particular bounty. As Dust drifted lazily, across the court yard of the vault-tec head quarters, in the ruins of Washington DC, a small sheet of paper floated across the street pinwheeling, gracefully through the air, as the wind placed it gently upon the ground, a radroach scuttled over to it, nervously twitching, it nosed around the paper quizzically. The court-yard might as well not exist, so detached as it was from the rest of the wasteland, walled in by rubble, and the hollow buildings that surrounded it.
Then a sewer grate slid open with a metallic screech, silence for a moment, then a head pokes up, after looking around for a second it disappears back into the hole," i've found it !" a squeaky, nasal voice shouts, echoing from inside the hole. Then up pops the owner of the voice, a small faced man with wide eyes and dark brown wispy hair, he heaves himself out of the depths of the sewer with difficulty, then stands up and brushes down his trousers and leather jacket, to survey his surroundings " nobody's here it's empty! " he yells in the same squeaky voice. "shut up you idiot" whispers a woman's voice from inside the sewer, "he could be in one of the buildings, or hiding", to which the small faced man replied " bugger your right, sorry Sydney" but this time in a hushed tone, while he dives behind a bench. Now another head appears a woman's this time, followed by the rest of her, she pulls herself out of the hole, all the while staying crouched, and low to the ground, she moves swiftly over to where the small faced man is, taking care not to make any noise."wheres Immanuel" whispers the small faced man, he is about open his mouth to shout, when a middle aged man with a furrowed brow, and black bandana emerges from the hole, he scrambles out of the hole, with
Little effort considering he is laden with a large, very heavy looking missile launcher. The man stands, glances around, spots his team mates and walks lazily over,and looks down at them, "get down" the woman, Sydney whispers,"he'll shoot you you [censored]" "if he is even half as dangerous as the regulators say he is, then he would've shot Wicker as soon as he poked his stupid head out of that hole" replied Immanuel, "Oi" Wicker replied in his nasal tone, "it's true though" said Sydney "you are stupid, come on then lets find this, vault-boy".