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Post by BobbyKennedy on Nov 18, 2013 23:14:11 GMT -5
Down some lonely road in the middle of the Mojave rode a small caravan. It was comprised of only two brahmin pulling carts, but curiously had about three times as many armed guards as usual. And these weren't just guys who could tell the difference between a plasma rifle and their own ass like run of the mill guards, either. These were some of the best that money could buy. This caravan wasn't carrying water, caps, or food. It carried something much more unusual. One of a kind, in fact. Inside one of the caravans was Spencer Evans, bound and gagged, soon to be dropped miles outside of his home in New Vegas onto a cold highway. He struggled to free himself from his bondage to no avail. His screams could not be heard through the rag in his mouth. He was tired, confused, hungry, and most of all, terrified. He suddenly felt the caravan come to a halt, and after several antagonizing minutes of quiet conversation, the tarp covering him was suddenly lifted and he had about a dozen guns pointed at his face.
"Hey, remember what the boss said. He wants him alive. What do you think we're getting paid for?"
"Ah, I say phooey to whatever the boss said! He'll never know, let's just get it over with and off this clown.!"
"Shut up or we'll leave you here instead! Now c'mon, let's ditch Charlie and get out of here."
The armed men reluctantly dropped their guns and picked up Spencer and threw him to the side of the road. He felt warm blood pour from his nose where he landed but he was unable to do anything as it soaked into his gag. The guards laughed as they packed back up the caravan and rode off.
Once they were out of earshot, Spencer managed to work the gag off his face. He rolled over and did the one thing he knew he could: scream at the top of his lungs.
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Post by Salvahkiin on Nov 18, 2013 23:43:55 GMT -5
The raider was being looted by a dark haired woman, no worthwhile look, but there was some ammo, a bit of food. That's when Sierra heard the screams from the North, and she was just out of the town of Novac. She ran over to a suitable position to see what she could see; A man, bound, and screaming. Her duty as a human told her to run over and help him.
"Buddy, what the hell happened here?"
Sierra uttered as she crouched down next to him. She pulled the combat knife out of it's sheath on her hip, and then cut through the rope on his ankles and wrists, then she put the knife back in it's holster, and then got a bottle of water out of her bag, and gave it to the man.
"Here. Have you got a name?"
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BobbyKennedy
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Post by BobbyKennedy on Nov 19, 2013 23:27:22 GMT -5
Spencer flinched as she pulled a knife out of it's scabbard, but calmed down when he saw the NCR backpack. She cut through the ropes around his wrists and ankles and winced when he suddenly noticed that the flesh were the ropes had been was completely rubbed raw. He ignored her question but instead grabbed the water. After he had finished its contents, Spencer reached for his left breast pocket, expecting to find cigarettes, but only feeling his rapidly beating heart through the thin undershirt.
"Uh, sorry. Jesus.. I have no idea what the fuck is going on honestly. Oh god. Where in the Sam Hill am I?"
He moved his hand under his nose. Still bleeding just as he thought. The woman said something to him but he still was a bit checked out, mentally.
"What...? Oh, Spencer. Spencer Evans. Listen, we gotta get out of here. How far's the town from here? And this is just a shot in the dark, but you wouldn't have any cigarettes, would you? I could use some clothes, too. I'd prefer not to make the hike down there in my underwear."
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Post by Salvahkiin on Nov 20, 2013 0:20:41 GMT -5
Sierra listened to the man, and watched him fumble about. She noticed the man's bleeding nose, and wet a handkerchief with some water, and wiped the blood off of his face and sat the handkerchief on her backpack.
"Uh, sorry. Jesus.. I have no idea what the fuck is going on honestly. Oh god. Where in the Sam Hill am I?"
"You're just a bit north of Novac. You're safe with me."
She gave the man a reassuring pat on the back, and then repeated the question of his name.
"What...? Oh, Spencer. Spencer Evans. Listen, we gotta get out of here. How far's the town from here? And this is just a shot in the dark, but you wouldn't have any cigarettes, would you? I could use some clothes, too. I'd prefer not to make the hike down there in my underwear."
She tried to answer the wall of questions as quickly as she could.
"Nice to meet you, Spencer. I'm Sierra. We should get out of the open at least. There's a small garage over there, I don't smoke, but there may be some cigarettes in the garage. I've only got female clothes on me, and they're a bit too small for you, even temporarily."
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Post by BobbyKennedy on Nov 20, 2013 0:57:47 GMT -5
"Well, ain't that a bite...well, we better get to this garage of yours soon. I hate travelling in the dark like this."
Spencer looked up and for the first time noticed that the young woman who had rescued was quite attractive.
He slowly got up and wiped his face off and ran his fingers through his hair. He stretched, trying to show off his athletic frame. Just because he almost got himself killed and was miles away from home didn't mean he couldn't have fun.
"So, whats a doll like you doing out so late? Never caught your name by the way."
Suddenly, the already cloudy sky began drizzling. Spencer looked up and back to the woman.
"Looks like it's gonna only rain harder. Looks like you only got one cot in that backpack of yours- but that's okay. I'm not opposed to sharing a bed. Now, why don't you tell me about yourself?"
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Post by Salvahkiin on Nov 20, 2013 1:06:25 GMT -5
Sierra helped the man up, and looked into his eyes for a few seconds, while visible taller then her, she packs a punch for her frame, she just hoped this wasn't an attempt at someone's creepy sexual fantasies. He stretched, and had quite a nice body, she bit her tongue to stop herself from staring, and then they began walking south towards the garage.
"So, whats a doll like you doing out so late? Never caught your name by the way."
"Forging a life out in the Wastes. Sierra."
She felt the rain on her arms, and while it felt great, her clothes were getting wet, and she would like to keep her clothes on while in the company of Spencer Evans, a name she could remember from somewhere.
"Looks like it's gonna only rain harder. Looks like you only got one cot in that backpack of yours- but that's okay. I'm not opposed to sharing a bed. Now, why don't you tell me about yourself?"
She giggled a bit, and uttered a 'maybe'.
"Uh, I grew up on a Ranch back west, enlisted with the NCR, and got thrown into First Recon. I left after Bitter Springs......let's not revisit that incident. I've been drifting around the Mojave ever since. Look, there's the garage."
She started to walk faster, and while finally under the cover, she took her jacket off, and hung it up, and then she laid her sleeping bag down, and then she crawled into it, and waited for the inevitable moment when the man would hop in with her.
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Post by BobbyKennedy on Nov 20, 2013 1:37:59 GMT -5
"First Recon, huh? Well, I like my women with a little bit of fight in them."
He continued walking and just as he predicted, at this point it was pouring.
"Forging a life in the wastes... aren't we all? Some of us just do better than others, I suppose."
He paused, brushing his hair out of his face with his fingers. It felt strange to him to have no product in it. He hoped there would be some at the garage. He listened to her tell him her life story and chuckled slightly
"Sierra. Lovely name for a lovely girl. Say, Sierra, you ever been to Vegas? If you were in the NCR and have ever been to the Tops, chances are you've heard of me. See, I'm a big shot player in that casino. See, my job is to make sure you folks behaved yourself in our luxurious casino. Got my own suite and everything. When I ge t back there I'll be sure to give you the grand tour."
"If I get back there", he mumbled to himself, too quiet for Sierra to hear.
They reached the garage and Spencer began to look around for anything useful. He found a carton of cigarettes and a pistol that was about to fall apart.
"Old Gold? I would have preferred Lucky Strike, but beggars can't be choosers I suppose," he remarked to no one in particular.
He faced Sierra, now looking expectantly at him in the over sized sleeping bag. He chuckled and rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
"Say, these clothes are soaked. I don't want to catch a cold, now do I? If you don't mind, I'll just be changing out of them."
He began to take off his shirt before adding playfully, "No peeking!"
He stopped. for a second. He imagined his therapist was in the room. Giving the same boring speech with choice phrases like "sex addict", "unable to deal with conflict to the point where you shut down emotionally", "self-destructive habits don't work as long term distractions", "chronic inability to forgive yourself for any flaws and constantly blaming yourself on any tragedy that befalls you", and of course, "you're not even listening to me are you". He sighed and lit the cigarette, sitting on a nearby bench.
"I'll be there in a sec, doll face. Lemme finish my smoke, okay? Tonight has been a strange night so far. I think you can make it a bit better, what about you?"
He contemplated what he was about to do between drags of his cigarette before extinguishing it on the wooden workbench.
In the end, matter won over mind. He removed his boxers and jumped on the sleeping bag.
"Now let's get you out of those clothes..."
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Post by Salvahkiin on Nov 20, 2013 1:50:16 GMT -5
Sierra sat up in the sleeping bag, and watched Spencer fumble around, it was rather cute.
"Say, these clothes are soaked. I don't want to catch a cold, now do I? If you don't mind, I'll just be changing out of them."
"Go ahead, big shot."
She laughed playfully at him, and she turned around, making sure not to peek.
"I'll be there in a sec, doll face. Lemme finish my smoke, okay? Tonight has been a strange night so far. I think you can make it a bit better, what about you?"
"Enjoy it while it lasts, Spencie. I can wait all night."
Sierra squealed when Spencer got in with her, her hands moved over his body, and it didn't take long for her to notice he was butt naked.
"Now let's get you out of those clothes..."
Sierra kissed Spencer, and then started unbuttoning her shirt.
This would be a night of bliss.
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Post by BobbyKennedy on Nov 20, 2013 2:27:18 GMT -5
After they were done, Spencer still didn't get much sleep. For hours he just stared at the ceiling. For the first time in a long time, he was genuinely afraid. What had happened that led to his arrival here? He remembered going to bed, then he was awake in some caravan on it's to Novac. Spencer quietly got up and sat at the bench with the still open packet of cigarettes. He lit one and then turned on the small radio, quiet enough as to not wake Sierra.
Poor girl, he thought. Hope she's not looking for a relationship.
He thought of slipping away in the middle of the night, but that didn't seem prudent considering he potentially still had armed mercenaries after him and his only weapon was a .22 revolver prone to jamming.
Spencer felt this emptiness eat away at him. He knew deep down that his therapist was right- the girls, parties, and gambling weren't substitutes for actually dealing with his problems, but he didn't want to admit it. And now he didn't even have those distractions.
He took a long drag of his cigarette and stared at nothing in particular. Maybe it was good for him to get away from Vegas for a while. He seemed safe- for now- so he could treat this as a vacation opportunity. The walk to Vegas from here wasn't far, anyways, it was just doing that without getting killed.
He stood up and searched the room again, this time for some clothes. He came across some sturdy leather boots, Levi 501s, a pre war white button up, and a bomber jacket. Not exactly his style, but it would have to do. He sat back at the bench, waiting for the sun to rise.
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Post by Salvahkiin on Nov 20, 2013 2:36:24 GMT -5
Sierra was sleeping like a baby, unaware to anything around her. Slowly, she began to awake from the sleep that engulfed her. She sat up, wiped her eyes, and looked around, and spotted Spencer watching the run rise, it looks like he found some nice clothes. Wait, she wasn't wearing anything. She looked around for her clothes, and, while her shirt and pants were out of reach, she grabbed her undergarments and slipped them on, then got out of the sleeping bag.
"Morning, Spencer. Sleep well?"
She bent over, and picked up her shirt and pants, and put them on, and then she went over to Spencer, kissed him on the cheek, then looking around the garage. Sierra looked back at Spencer, and smiled.
"We're not far from Novac, it's the big green dinosaur you can see over there."
She pointed towards Novac, and then went to pack up her sleeping bag.
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Post by BobbyKennedy on Nov 21, 2013 0:25:35 GMT -5
When Sierra awoke, Spencer hardly took notice. He was still deep in thought. He didn't even notice the time. He only became aware of both facts when she asked him how his sleep was.
"What..? Oh. I slept great. How about you?" he said, extinguishing his cigarette into the overflowing ashtray. "Oh, we're that close? You know if they have a diner or anything over there? I've passed through Novac, but never really stayed long enough to know the layout. I haven't eaten since... shit, I don't even know."
He sighed and buried his hands into his face.
"Christ, I'm just a mess aren't I?" he said with a laugh. He cleared his throat and regained his composure.
"I know that I work in Vegas and everything- don't get me wrong, I do- but as you probably figured out, I'm in a tight spot right now. So I was thinking of just lying low for a while while I figure shit out. So stay with me or don't, it's your decision. But once we get to Novac, I'm checking out a room and I have no idea how long I'm gonna be staying."
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Post by Salvahkiin on Nov 21, 2013 0:37:05 GMT -5
Sierra sat with Spencer, and put her arm around him, trying to comfort the man.
"It's okay, Spencer. I'm a mess myself. Nobody's perfect, dear."
She was brought back to Bitter Springs, the event that fucked up her life.
"Lieutenant Bull, cover that flank! Take out the Khans!" bullets flew left and right, many men, women, and kids were felled by her rifle. A bullet nicked off of her armor, grazing her shoulder, she fired back, and slit the man in the face.
"I know that I work in Vegas and everything- don't get me wrong, I do- but as you probably figured out, I'm in a tight spot right now. So I was thinking of just lying low for a while while I figure shit out. So stay with me or don't, it's your decision. But once we get to Novac, I'm checking out a room and I have no idea how long I'm gonna be staying."
"Yeah, you should stay away from Vegas, try to figure out where you go next. I'll stay with you and make sure you don't get hurt. It's my duty, I found you beside the road."
She kissed Spencer, rubbed his shoulder with her hand, and walked over to her gear, and picked it up. Her sleeping bag was strapped onto her NCR backpack by the side, and her rifle on the other side, and a 10mm pistol on her waist holster, next to her knife. Sierra looked towards Novac again, just to check that there wasn't any danger, and gestured Spencer to follow.
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Post by BobbyKennedy on Nov 21, 2013 1:07:15 GMT -5
Spencer stood up and lit another cigarette.
This girl better not get too attached, he thought.
The walk to Novac was mostly uneventful, save for a bloatfly hovering near a post of waste water that was taken out with just a few shots of Spencer's .22 revolver. After about 15 minutes they reached the town. Before entering, Spencer turned to Sierra.
"I don't want anyone dangerous to find out I'm here, so once we get inside, follow my lead, you dig?"
Spencer checked inside the hotel lobby to find a young, bored looking man at the reception desk, reading some pre war Men's Adventure magazine. Spencer stood at the desk for a moment before clearing his throat. The man at the desk glanced up before going back to the magazine.
"You're not here for the tour of that Courier's room, right? Because if you are, I'll save you some time. It's a waste of time."
"...no? Listen, me and my wife here need to rent a room. You can put the room under Harvey Fitzgerald. Now do you got any food around here? See, my wife and I have been travelling for quite a while now, and we're famished."
"That'll be 100 caps for a room. And if you want food you'll have to go to the gift shop across the way."
"Thank you for the help. Hold on a minute," Spencer said reaching for his pocket where he normally kept some caps before remembering that the pant's weren't his. His polite smile faded for a moment before he turned to Sierra. "Dorthy is carrying our caps," he said gesturing to the ex-soldier.
"I'll pay you back later," he whispered to Sierra.
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Post by Salvahkiin on Nov 21, 2013 1:20:37 GMT -5
Sierra began walking to Novac with Spencer, and when just outside, he pulled her up.
"I don't want anyone dangerous to find out I'm here, so once we get inside, follow my lead, you dig?" "Yep."
She nodded at Spencer, and followed him to the Motel. The man inside was engulfed in his magazine, when Spencer interrupted.
"You're not here for the tour of that Courier's room, right? Because if you are, I'll save you some time. It's a waste of time."
"...no? Listen, me and my wife here need to rent a room. You can put the room under Harvey Fitzgerald. Now do you got any food around here? See, my wife and I have been travelling for quite a while now, and we're famished."
"That'll be 100 caps for a room. And if you want food you'll have to go to the gift shop across the way."
"Thank you for the help. Hold on a minute,"
Sierra already had the caps out of her bag, and handed them over. When they walked out, she said something to Spencer.
"Spencie, you go get some food, I'm in a bit of pain, I'll be at the suite, oh, here's some caps."
Sierra handed him thirty caps, then went back to the suite and laid down on the bed.
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Post by BobbyKennedy on Nov 21, 2013 1:38:50 GMT -5
Spencer took the caps that Sierra had given him and he walked to the Dino Bite Gift Shop. He opened the door and was greeted by the man behind the counter.
"Howdy, my name's Cliff. Welcome to the Dino Bite gift shop. Anything you need in particular?"
"Well, Cliff, I just need some food. The guy at the desk in the motel lobby said that you had some?"
"I suppose we do, we've got some Sugar Bombs, Salisbury Steak, Fancy Lad, some old TV dinners, all still edible. Any of those sound good to you?" Cliff asked.
"How bout two steaks, a few bottles of water, and a Sunset Sarsaparilla if you've got it," Spencer said.
"Okay, that'll be 27 caps. Is that all?"
Spencer paused and handed Cliff the money.
"I'm not sure if you'd be able to help in this, but I am looking for some information. See, a buddy runs some caravan that runs through here. It had pretty valuable cargo last night, maybe 2 dozen guards. Remember them?"
"Oh, they I do remember. Mentioned they were heading over to Red Rock Canyon to spend some of the money they got."
"Thanks, that's a ton of help. See you again soon," Spencer said with a sly smile on his face.
He returned to the room with his purchases and gave one of the waters to Sierra. He opened his sarsaparilla and pocketed the cap.
"Sorry, I didn't know what kind of drink you preferred so I just got you water. Everything all right?"
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