Who threw the whiskey in the well

"That's fine, Henderson, just keep it in your pocket while walking the streets." Craig responded to John about his beret, then turned to Willow and spoke to her, "Thank you, Willow. I just need someone to know what happened to me, if it comes to that." Craig held the cigar once again for Willow. The merc got a little nervous when John knocked back his pistol's slide, but calmed himself quickly with a large breath through his nose. Alot of people had issues in the Wasteland, often barring down on people once they've seen enough shit, especially soldiers, which Henderson once seemed to be a part of, when he introduced himself as Ex-NC-something or another. But Craig didn't have much room to speak, it wasn't like he was at the peak of mental health.

Durrett watched John fade into the shadow of the night, back to his watch. Craig went back into the garage, dropping his helmet onto the hard concrete next to his pack. He sat next to the bag, on the floor. Grabbing a heavy brown blanket from the pack, Craig began cutting into it, trying to make it into a type of disguise to use. He was trying to go for a type of cloak, but with limited tailoring experience under his belt, it came out more as a poncho with a hood.

After a bit, Durrett heard some pouring water in the next room and a few minutes later Willow came back into the room, with a different color of hair. "There we go." Craig said and continued, "You make a little harder of a target." He cracked a smile as he spoke. "I think John's time on the roof is 'bout up if you want to relive him of his duty. Here, give him this also." Craig handed her the hooded poncho to give to John as a disguise. Craig wasted no time going to sleep, leaning against his bag. He used a lighter blanket to sit on so it wasn't so painful on the ground.

After another few hours, Craig was woken up and took the last watch, almost getting to see the sun rise, if it weren't for all the clouds. He had a half a can of beans for breakfast and once there was light he started digging a hole in the back of the garage, where there had been some dirt. He used scrap metal as a makeshift shovel to dig the ground. The hole was about two meters deep and two wide. He stripped off his gear, down to his brown cargo pants, patched up in multiple areas with multi-colored fabrics, and a white stained T-shirt. He threw his metal-plated combat armor, coat, backpack at the bottom and his helmet on top of it all.

((Sorry for taking control a bit with the watches, was just trying to rush to morning.))

Ok It's been four days since the last reply so we need to skip uruk

Mr.White remained slumped against the filling cabinet "You point I kill simple" he said gruffly these sort of things bored him,Joanna took a seat in front of the desk "From what I saw Henderson has lost all sembalence of sanity you broke him,Miss willow is less suited to the whole murder thing so in my opinion Mr.Durret is the ring leader kill him and there tower will fall" Philip nodded "I agree Mr. durret must die... publicly" Philip swung round his feet thudding against the floor "Simon step up my gaurd let them strike first,this will further strengthen the view that they are the instigators...continue the purge of the slums,you are both free to go" The pair nodded and returned to their jobs,There was to be a lavish,by post war standards, party and anyone who was anyone would be there.Phillip slumped into the coach as he lit a cigarette the stakes he was gambling were blindinly high but his deck was stacked.

Craig unbuckled his pistol belt that had the holsters for both his revolver and Sawed-off shotgun on it. He slid the shotgun's holster off the belt and tossed it into the hole with the rest of his gear, thinking the double-barrel might give away his identity. He was putting the belt back on when Willow walked out. "So um... are we gonna do this tonight? Craig clipped the belt and drew the revolver and begun checking the chamber before responding to Willow. "Sooner we do this the better. If we stay too long, then Fairfax'll have that assassin take us out before we get the chance to do anything about it." After checking it was fully loaded, Craig spun the chamber, making multiple fast-paced clicks. He then slid the weapon back in its holster on his hip.

"You think John is gonna pull through?"

Craig was in deep thought for a moment. He actually hoped that John nor Willow would have to be ready. He was counting that he could be able to get close enough to Fairfax to finish him off himself, and not get the other two involved, 'cause if Willow or Henderson killed Fairfax, they'd probably end up dead, as that assassin seemed to have found the three pretty easily. Craig wasn't gonna tell either of them though, John seemed very eager on killing Fairfax and probably wouldn't allow Craig to do what he planned. And Willow... she seemed to want to escape the city more than she wanted to kill Fairfax. Craig kind of wished she had left, there's a very high chance that any one of them will die, and he doesn't want more casualties than there needs to be.

"Yeah... John looks like a soldier, I'm sure he'll be fine."

Craig grabbed about a hundred caps from his bag in the hole and filled one of his cargo pants' pockets.

Joanna stood in the foyer of the ace,Around her work men were arranging decorations and equipment."No put the guest list on the podium at the door...Polish these floors" She shouted her voice without it's normal charm.She stormed into the Restaurant which was being prepared for the party.She glanced around,This was not being done as instructed and so a second onslaught began "No the tables should be equidistant...Those glasses are completely in appropriate...Don't man-handle those Instruments they are very rare...No the expensive wine should be in here not this cheap garbage" This was going to be a long and stressful day.

Simon and his Squad marched into a shanty town on the outskirts of town he moved to the center and fired his pistol into the air "By Order of Phillip A. Fairfax this community is to disperse,You have three options firstly you may leave the area entirely secondly you can pay for a hotel room or house within the city,Vagrancy is forbidden or finally you can stay and die...You have ten minutes" The ten minutes passed by and very few had left,Simon nodded and the squad began to pillage and murder,Once the killing was completed they began detonating the shacks.

Phillip was quite happy in his office free from stress,Jazz music billowed from his jukebox and he sat at his desk sorting the office accounts whilst he waited for his new,old tuxedo to be delivered.His security brought him his dinner and then promptly left life was good at this moment in time.

Craig looked down at his arm, which Willow held. "I know you don't know nothin bout me but I do have your back. We will finish this." She said and Durrett looked up to meet Willow's eyes, his face still wore a disheartened look on it, but he nodded, none the less. Once she left him, Craig began filling the hole with all his gear in it. Another person came out to meet Craig, this time it was Henderson. The soldier pulled back a piece of cloth, showing a rigged grenade on his belt. "I am ready friend, and when shit hits the fan I got my own escape, but don't tell Willow about this." Craig became a little uneasy, as he took a deep breath through his nose before looking into Henderson's stare, and spoke. "I hope it doesn't come down to that, John." Durrett didn't like how this man seemed to almost want to die, but then again, Craig seemed pretty eager himself.

Once Willow entered the scene once again, now in a bit of a disguise, as Craig finished filling in the hole full of dirt. He tossed the sheet of metal he was using as a shovel on top of the disturbed ground. He grabbed the chewed-up unlit stump of a cigar he was letting sit in his mouth, and put it in a pant pocket. He looked at the two and began to speak. "Because we can't tell for sure when Fairfax will be in the casino, we're going to have to stick around it for awhile until he shows, assuming he even does tonight. This will be a little risky, having to stay in position for some time, with the guards on high-alert, but I don't see a way around it. If either of you want out, I'm sure you got people who care about you somewhere, I wouldn't hold it against you."

The clock struck seven as Phillip stepped out of the front door of the compound he was in a full tuxedo,His gaurd squad was also equally well dressed,In light of recent events there number had doubled.They crossed efficiently through the streets Philip barely visible in the huge crowd,The guns of his guards were trained on any who looked even remotely suspicious Simon was at the front door of the casino he should have been with Philip,He could see him just a head he mopped a little sweat from his brow and watched eagle eyed for trouble he rubbed his thigh to check the saw off shot gun was still present.

"I'm in the building oposite of the main door I will find a good spot and do what I can do best, wait for the best oportunity, and Durret, Happy Huntings. may the best take home the trophies" Henderson whispered to Craig before walking away. Durrett watched John leave and had a worried type of look in his face. He better not try anything stupid. He thought to himself, then Willow spoke, "I'll see you both again. If not in this life maybe the next." Craig was about to respond but she had already left, along with Henderson. "Let's get this done then..." Durrett said to himself and started for the casino.

After a good deal of time had passed, Craig left the alleyway he was hiding in that was just a few buildings down from the Casino. It looked like there was quite the party happening inside, hopefully they were allowing anybody in at the time, or else this would have gotten a whole lot harder for the three. Durrett approached the front door, trying to look just like someone who wanted to gamble, keeping his hand away from the revolver at his hip.