» Sat May 28, 2011 3:39 pm
OOC - How many rounds of 5.56 did I get as part of the trade? I traded a sniper rifle in good shape and 60rds of .308 for the repairs and 5.56 ammo. I left the cost of the parts for the R-91 up to you, most likely it would be 20-30 caps per package as they are drop-in parts.
Bob Dobbs
Grayditch Arms - Afternoon
“Hello?”, called out Bob as he stepped into the shop. “James, are you here? It’s me, Bob. Brandy and I wanted to talk business with you.”
James popped out of a door, saying something under his breath that Bob didn’t catch due to his bad ear. The irritated expression James was directing at him indicated it probably wasn’t too friendly. He then looked at Brandy, and his expression immediately lit up.
“Hello Brandy and Bob what can I do for you” James said as he looked Brandy fixedly in the eye.
Brandy responded by puffing out her chest and grumbling, "We're here for business", then she laughed.
Kids. Gotta admit, it is kinda cute when she does things like that.
“Brandy could I speak to you in kitchen for minute." James asked, clearly displeased at Brandy’s reminder that Bob was there.
"Sure" Brandy giggled.
"Bob have a look around for anything you like” James said and walked into the kitchen with Brandy and shut the door.
Wonder that that was about. He seemed rather personable before, why the change in attitude?
Bob looked around the room at the items James had for sale. He noticed a Chinese Assault Rifle sitting on a desk. Beside it were a cracked receiver and a old set of handguards and a pistol grip. Bob picked it up and examined the rifle, noticing the serial numbers on the top cover, bolt carrier and trunnion did not match the number on the receiver. He checked to make sure the bolt moved freely and the front and rear sights were aligned correctly.
This is the weapon I left yesterday. As Sue said he would, James built up a new rifle around the receiver from a different rifle. Different handguards and pistol grip too…these are in better shape. As far as I can tell this ought to be a good shooter….looks like the man does good work.
Bob put the rifle back on the table…he hadn’t settled up yet…and looked around at the items James had on stock. He then heard, with his good ear, a cry from up the stairwell. Quietly moving to the foot of the stairs, he listened. After a moment he heard it again. A woman’s voice. And not crying out in pain either…whatever was happening, she was clearly enjoying it. Bob quietly moved away from the stairwell, slightly embarrassed.
Can’t be Brandy…there aren’t any stairs up in that kitchen. James is in there with her, and Sue cannot talk. Wait. It must be Jessica. Bob then recalled how Sue reacted when he told her about Jessica. Yes…why didn’t it occur to me before…. Sue isn’t James’s woman, she’s Jessica’s. Then that must mean…
At that moment he could hear Brandy shouting at James at the top of her lungs, then the kitchen door was flung open and Brandy stalked out, clearly furious.
"I'm out of here, I don't need to listen to this [censored].", she snapped, looking back at James, who was still in the kitchen. She then turned to Bob. "Tell him what you said about using Jet when there isn't anything else. I'm leaving, I'll see you later.". She then stalked out of the house. As he heard the front door slam, James stalked out of the kitchen, stopping and whirling to face him.
“Stop…I don’t want to hear what you said to her about Jet, anything thing is better that Jet. It’s [censored] Brahmin [censored], for Christ’s sake!” " James shouted at him, clearly beside himself with rage.
Who the [censored] do you think you are, illegal?, Bob thought furiously, beginning to see red. “I ought to put a bullet right between your beady little eyes for talking to me like I’m some scrub Wastelander like you!”
Stop right there, Dammit! Think before you speak! You aren’t that man any more, and even if you were there is no Enclave left anymore…who are you to call someone a ‘illegal immigrant’ anyway? And this isn’t even about you, it’s about Brandy and you know it.
Making sure he was in control of himself before speaking, Bob cut James off and spoke.
“Don’t you talk to me like that”, Bob said icily. “You don’t even know the full story to begin with…I doubt she told you everything we have discussed. Chems have their uses, lying about that will get you nowhere with her. If you want her off that [censored] before it starts to hurt her, it’s going to take everybody that cares about her to work together.”
This seemed to mollify James somewhat, he calmed down and began speaking in a normal voice.
“Look sorry, I like Brandy and want to help her but I don’t need you tell her “Jet is okay in small doses ”. James continued, “I got Sue off jet and I will get Brandy of it even if [censored] kills me”
As James spoke, Sue came down the stairs, looking perplexed as she looked at Bob, then the rifle on the desk, then James. James heard her, and turned to face her. Sue then began talking to James using sign language. Once she finished signing, James spoke again.
“Sue, I’ll tell you later but it’s about Brandy.” He then turned again to face Bob. “Bob, I need to find Brandy, I fixed your rifle it’s on the desk, if you need anything else ask Sue. Just don’t follow me I need to speak to Brandy alone.“ James then went in front and left.
Now alone, Bob and Sue looked at each other awkwardly. As Sue walked up to him, the signs that she had very recently been engaged in love-making were unmistakable. Bob decided now would be a good time to go and picked up the CAR and slung it, then asked Sue about the 5.56 ammo. Sue found a bag then retrieved a ammo can and emptied the contents into the bag and handed it to him.
“Thanks, Sue.” Bob said. “I have a question. Are you seeing James?”
Sue nodded no gravely, looking up at the stairwell then back to him then smiled.
“Is he seeing Brandy?”
Sue nodded no again, looking a little worried.
Sue and Jessica are lovers…James must be interested in Brandy. That’s going to make things interesting.
“One last thing”, Bob said. “Do you happen to have a spring set for a R-91”?
Sue picked up a pencil and piece of paper from the desk and wrote a note, handing it to him.
“Yes, still new in the pre-war wrapper. Found a bunch of them in a National Guard Depot in Virginia.”. Next to that she wrote a sum.
“I’ll take two, please.”, said Bob, fishing the appropriate amount of caps out of a pouch and handing them to Sue.
Sue left the room, returning a moment later with two flat brown plastic packages. The writing printed in black ink on them identified them as complete spring sets for the R91 Assault Rifle, packaged in August of 2075. Both were unopened.
“Thanks, Sue”, said Bob. “Sorry to have disturbed you.”
Sue gestured to indicate she had no hard feelings towards him and saw Bob to the door. Once outside, Bob saw James heading down the street towards the end of town where Duncan’s Brahmin were milling about, calling out “ Brandy where are you? It’s okay, it’s not your fault…”
She must not have gone home, I guess.
Watching James, Bob walked back towards Brandy’s house. Stopping at the wagon, he placed the rifle and bag of ammo in the bed of the wagon and placed his tool bag on top of it so it wasn’t immediately visible. He then began walking in the direction James had gone.
“Don’t follow me, my ass”, thought Bob grimly. “You’re not the last man I’d take orders from, but you’re pretty far down the list. You’re not her man…at least right now…so you don’t speak for her any more than I do.”
Reaching the street that led towards Jimmy’s shop and the old Metro Station, he saw no sign of either Brandy or James. Bob decided to check Duncan’s tent, it was the only place in the immediate area she was likely to go.
“What? Fine!” came from the vicinity of Duncan’s tent. It was Brandy, she sounded angry. As Bob approached the tent, he could hear another voice, most likely James, but could not make out what either were saying after Brandy’s outburst. He then saw Brandy emerge from the tent, standing at the front and looking in.
“…I'm not saying no", Brandy said, her voice then changing to a pleading tone. "Can't we just talk about the gun that Bob found? Please?".
Overplaying his hand, perhaps? Don’t make any assumptions, you don’t know enough yet. I’d better step in anyway, if James doesn’t like that he’ll just have to svck it up.”
Bob cleared his throat so Brandy would notice him as he walked up to the tent.
“Brandy”, said Bob, careful to keep his voice tone friendly. “I’m going to deliver the casket to the Diner, now. Would you like to come along, or do you still have some things to discuss with James?”
