Fistful of Caps (Oregon Trails) [FULL/FAST]

Daniel had the fact that the Devils would be used for the now corrupt Enclave, he couldn't stand it. He needed to get to Earl and tell him before combat happened. He pulled himself out of his bed in the bunker, and walked through to the armory. He stood in front of his armor for a few minutes, looking it in the eye. This armor used to symbolize greatness, now cruelty. And he was donning it.

He tried his best to be quiet and leave the bunker, whether a Devil heard him or not, he didn't know. He was gonna be back before dayfall, however. He walked to where he last saw them, the radio tower. A twenty minute walk. He was more careful now, crouching down, and slowly getting to the hill, and quietly getting into it. Once inside, he went to where the group was, and stood behind them at a distance.

"Bullseye, Earl, they haven't been here yet to kill us yet since that fella left... reckon that means that Daniel didn't betray Earl. Or at least hasn't went out of his way tah mention our location tah the guy runnin' this shit."

"Lieutenant Chase, his name was, he knows nothing of you three. And this isn't the Enclave I was brought up with."

Daniel was prepared for Earl and his friends to be startled, and as a precaution, he sat his gatling laser on the ground, and had his hands in the air. Not that they could overpower him anyway. He wanted to bring the Devils back in and obliterate this Enclave, but for that, he'd need Earl.

Bullseye pulled out the bottle of whiskey once more while Cat began messing with the radio once more watching the Enclave soldier with violent eyes. He didn't blink, and when the soldier noticed the poor bastard started shuddering. Grinning, he pulled out a glass and poured himself some of the hot alcohol. It stung his mouth as he let it slide down his throat, but it was great at taking the edge off of things. What he needed was a proper bit of time to get wasted, and forget all about this ridiculous Enclave business. Maybe he could convince Cat to join him if they ever got anywhere safe.

Bullseye frowned as Cat seemed to get no response on the radio. It was important they get the word out. A whole force if Enclave would be far too much to handle on their own. For that matter, Bullseye wasn't sure he wanted any part if this anymore. He's said he'd take care of Cat, but maybe convincing her to back down would be the best way to do it. They pursued this, they were both liable to wind up in the ground.

"Well... he must have turned his radio off."

"Well.... Shit. I guess-" Bullseye closed his mouth as static came over the speaker, and he smiled. He wouldn't be looking forward to finding that station Hatfield said he was getting transferred to, and any excuse he could use to stay away he'd use.

"Kitty Cat, talk to me."

Bullseye butted out while she spoke with whoever Clyde was, occupying himself with the whiskey. He listened to the conversation passively though, making sure he took note of anything he could. He wanted to know more about Cat. There seemed to be a lot more to her then her nickname of Blonde Window, and Bullseye was bothered at how intrigued he'd been. The thought that the NCR operation might be walking into a trap was a bad ordeal, though.

"Four days. We've got four days 'fore Rangers and tha NCR show up. 'Till then, we're on our own. So, let's figure out ah game plan and get ready for tomorrow. Earl, would you be so kind as tah send that piece of shit to hell? In that other side room, if yah dont mind. If we don't figurend out a good place to go soon, we might have tah sleep in here for the night..."

"Shit, I reckon we... Aw hell I dunno." Bullseye said, frowning as Earl drug the prisoner into the other room. "We need to get the Devils, assuming they'll help us."

"Any man who doesn't want to help kill Enclave after this is getting a bullet. As for the NCR? Let 'em come. Ah've got bigger fish to kill now. And ah'm going to kill 'em till I'm in the dirt myself. Infact, ask your ranger buddies if they want me to save some for them."

Bullseye chuckled, glad the man had changed his tune as he went to execute the enclave soldier. The execution soured his mood though, it was a shame the man hadn't had a chance to fight for his life. He wasn't a threat in his current position, not like Daniel....

He had the realization as the screams from the other room fell silent, but as Earl headed back inside, it seemed Cat's brain worked a bit faster then his.

"Bullseye, Earl, they haven't been here yet to kill us yet since that fella left... reckon that means that Daniel didn't betray Earl. Or at least hasn't went out of his way tah mention our location tah the guy runnin' this shit."

It was true enough at least. Though he still didn't trust this Daniel. "Maybe. Or maybe they just don' trust him 'nough to take his advice yet."

"Ah was thinkin', if Daniel got to mah boys first, it'll be hard as damnation to get 'em to he-"

The noise was loud an distinctive, the movement of metal on metal and loud thudding boots. Daniel had returned and was coming down the hall. It was bad enough that he had forgotten the danger they left when they had fled the other side if the station. Now he was just as blind in keeping an eye on the exits. It probably had to do a little with the whiskey, but he'd rather blame the mess of a mind Cat had given him.

Bullseye's revolver was up in a flash as Daniel came into the room at least, and he hope that the man hadn't brought company to try and finish them off. Earl's gun was up to from what he could see out of the corner of his eye, and he didn't doubt Cat's would be as well. Still, he slowly stepped to the side as Earl gave Daniel a warning. He had said he'd take care of Cat, and Bullseye had never been one not to keep a promise.

"Nat another step if you would Daniel. Ah wanna unload this entire cylinder into your helmet more than ah ever did any Enceear trooper, and if my two compatriots here decide that's what's going to happen, ah reckon all of us unloading on you should do the trick."

"Lieutenant Chase, his name was," the power armored man said. It was obvious he could hear their conversation. His words didn't help alleve Bullseye's fears about the man. Daniel was enclave after all. "He knows nothing of you three. And this isn't the Enclave I was brought up with."

"Bullseye? Miss Fyre?" He tilted his head towards them, "Meet mah associates Daniel. Ah believe they've got some questions for you since you seem to be so buddy buddy with the Lieutenant up there."

That was good at least. Earl wasn't going to shoot the man yet as far as he could tell. Things weren't going to be good between the two with what had happened, and Daniel leaving with Enclave soldiers, but this was a good start. "Ya betta' hope ya weren't follow'd 'gain, or I'm gonna' blow yer head off this time Daniel. Come hav' a seat," Bullseye said, motioning at the bloody chair where the last Enclave soldier had been. "And then ya can tell us what the hell yer Talkin' about. Whadda' ya mean it 'ain't the same Enclave.' "

"Ya betta' hope ya weren't follow'd 'gain, or I'm gonna' blow yer head off this time Daniel. Come hav' a seat,"

Daniel looked at where Bullseye mentioned. He knew this logic, if he sat down, he would be forced into submission. He stood over the chair, and moved it away, he stood exactly where the chair was, however. In not sitting down, he'd still exert some authority.

"I'll stand."

"And then ya can tell us what the hell yer Talkin' about. Whadda' ya mean it 'ain't the same Enclave.' "

Daniel licked his lips, eager to see what they thought of the situation, not that he needed them, he could supply all the Devils, tell them what happened, and then they all walk into Tull and obliterate the Enclave presence here.

"My parents were Enclave runaways, and they were part of a larger group. There were 5 of them, all part of the same team. They situated themselves in the Bunker, and I was educated there. They eventually all died off, and the only thing I was left was memories and their armor and weapons. The Enclave they spoke of were kind people, eager to rebuild, eager to bring peace. But this part of the Enclave? Cruel."

He looked at Earl, and took his helmet off and sat it on the chair. He refrained from touching Earl, lest the others would shoot him, instead he just held his hands together and hung his head in shame.

"Earl. I'm sorry. I had to either kill your sister or her husband. I thought they'd let her go if I killed her husband......but someone else killed her. I swear to you that I will avenge them."

Bullseye was fairly irked when the traitor refused to sit. If the man was trying to prove his loyalty, refusing to follow orders wasn't a good way to do it, even if he wanted to maintain some dignity. He was running out of patience for what he considered idiotic decisions today. Between Earl trying to blow him up, Cat and Earl nearly giving away their position, and Daniel trying to prove he had a cock, he found he was actually disappointed the trooper hadn't been dumb enough to require Bullseye's torture. Not for the pain, but just so Bullseye had something to take out his frustration on.

He didn't care much for Daniel's excuses, not when the man had just tried to prove he had free will. Bullseye couldn't help but smirk as Earl took the same stance.

"You best sit down in that chair right now Daniel, or ah'll blow your fucking brains out right now. You think I give a damn about your apologies? You was close as kin to me, ah loved you like a brother. And you go ahead and kill my sisters husband?!You're a dirty fucking traitor. Not just to the village, but to my sister, and me. So make your choice Daniel- die here, or sit the fuck down like Bullseye said. We ain't got nothing to discuss as far as ah'm concerned until you do so, and you're in no position to be bargaining. Ah'm tempted to just shoot you in the head, but that'd be too kind for a murdering bastard who sold his soul to an organization that murdered the people who he grew up with. We fought to protect our village, and you went ahead and helped the people who -BURNT IT TO THE GROUND!"

Things were escalating faster then Bullseye wanted, and while he wasn't opposed to putting a bullet in Daniel, the man likely being as much of a liar as he seemed to be a traitor. Still, it was likely Daniel knew where the rest of the Devils were, and it was more then likely they didn't know that Earl was alive. He stepped up behind Earl, keeping the revolver off his back but ready to blow a whole through the rebel's spine as his free arm went to try and push down the hand pointing a gun at Daniel. The number of names on his desire to kill list was getting longer then healthy, and he wasn't happy about keeping one of them alive. A part of him hoped Earl would put a bullet in Daniel, just so Bullseye would have an excuse to kill him for his plot with the dynamite. He was growing sour, and looked at Cat to keep himself calm. No need to make rash decisions that would make her life harder.

“Tha's enough Earl. Put it down. Ain't no need to be killin 'im. . . Yet. Assumin' he's willin' to answer some questions. . . Otherwise, I'm sure you'll enjoy executing another Enclave asshole, right?”

Bullseye pointed to the room where the troopers body lay, assuming that Earl had enjoyed killing the man. “Y'know Daniel, the last asshole that killed Earl's family is dead ov'r there. An' from the looks o' things ain't a one of us gon' hesitate to blow ya' brains out if we need to. If'n ya' want t' join him. Otherwise, take a fuckin' seat and tell us what happ'n to the Devils; and how we get these Enclave fuckers out'a town.”

Daniel was taken by surprise with the gun raised to his head. He took many moments to think his actions through, and the most logical seemed to seating himself on the chair. He grabbed his helmet off of it and sat it on the floor, and then sat on the chair. It seemed their plan was to eliminate this Enclave remnants, and Daniel felt obliged to assist an any way possible.

“Y'know Daniel, the last asshole that killed Earl's family is dead ov'r there. An' from the looks o' things ain't a one of us gon' hesitate to blow ya' brains out if we need to. If'n ya' want t' join him. Otherwise, take a fuckin' seat and tell us what happ'n to the Devils; and how we get these Enclave fuckers out'a town.”

"You'll not need to kill me. The Devils? They're fine. I led them to a bunker. Only I know the password, and it's also got facial recognition. The Enclave won't be getting to them. Abe is fine, if you wanted to know, Earl. He copped a bullet though. Now, as for the Enclave. You're gonna need to overpower them. This is easily done. Back at the aforementioned bunker, there are four sets of power armor, and a stockpile of energy weapons. With the upgrades to the Devils, I believe that we can eliminate them."

It would take some time to actually train four selected Devils to wear power armor. Possibly a week. And that would also give time for them to learn how to use energy weapons. This was Earl's only shot. If he was wise, he'd take it. Daniel stayed glued to the chair, knowing what would happen if he stood. The woman's gun was the fabled Ranger Sequoia. She was NCR, the enemy. The gun itself chambered .45-70 Gov't rounds, capable of piercing power armor, if shot enough. The man's gun was a .357 Revolver, like Earls. It would pack a punch against unarmored combatants, but it indeed would take many shots to go through power armor. It didn't matter, his helmet was off.

The tension was palpable, and Bullseye was worried he'd need to shoot Earl until Cat placed a hand on the rebel's shoulder and the situation seemed to diffuse itself. Bullseye was skeptical of anything Daniel said, even if the Enclave hadn't tried coming down to clear them out. Yet. It was possible they just sent him down to see if they were still there. Perhaps none of them knew about the other entrance, and they still had a watch on the manhole by the cemetery. But then again, Bullseye felt that maybe he was just too distrustful. It seemed to come with how dishonest he'd been himself.

Bullseye stepped back and leaned against the wall, keeping his gun ready to aim and fire. He'd done his part, and Earl and Daniel were talking about plans now. He wasn't very happy with either of them. Both of them relied on them trusting Daniel. And that was something he wasn't quite ready to do yet. Bullseye wasn't even sure that he could trust Earl yet, as vengeful as the man was. It had seemed like a good idea at first, but anger did strange things to the mind, and Bullseye had needed to reexamine his opinion on how trustworthy Earl was.

“That's a good a plan as any I guess Earl. . . though. . . I think we ough't move a bit fast'r n' that. A long time 'for the NCR'll show up. That trooper though. . . How many'd he say were up there? Least ten? I be frank with ya, I don't trust Daniel far as I can throw him n' that armor o' his. I'ma need some proof 'fore it sit right with me to follow him anywhere.”

Bullseye looked at Daniel with an acid smile, fingering his revolver. “How's about it. I say he goes back in'ta town. Lure's a few o'em over here. Soon as it start's getting' dark. Then we go in at night, kill the rest of 'em while we got the benefit o'night. I'm sure Daniel ain't gonna have to much trouble with their bullets, wearin' his fancy armor. If they ain't got much more then ten. And ya' know, he could find out how many there are while he's back in town.”

And if he didn't Bullseye would have an excuse to kill the traitor. Or at least, Earl would. He wouldn't rob the rebel of his vengeance, if it came to that. It was an easier way to prove Daniel's loyalty then following him blindly to what could be a trap. A trap Bullseye would not walk into willingly.