Chapter 2 : Contract [Fallout Fan Fiction]

[Tykor]

Fallout 3:    Chapter 2. Contract

Unnamed Talon Company Mercenary


[Author’s note:
This story is taken from an audio journal of an unnamed Talon Company Mercenary, the Talon Company Mercenaries being a ruthless band of killers who will accept any job.
End note.]




21st of January, Year 2251

It’s fucking freezing here. We’ve been given a contract to find two guys, {Audio garbled}, and kill them. Someone isn’t very happy with the work that they’ve done. The only thing we’re worried about is the pay. It’s not like we weren’t given enough, it’s that we were given much more than for almost all of our other jobs that we’ve done for that contractor before. Me and the boys have {Audio garbled} to meet them.

I’ve taken with me the best of us all, me being the best of course, and taken some heavy duty equipment, a laser rifle, a minigun and a combat shotgun. Our team is three in size, which is always enough.

Our first objective is to find someone who knows where our targets are. {Audio garbled} So we’re going to start at a most reliable location: Paradise Falls.


23rd of January, Year 2251

A fucking Radscorpion stung me yesterday, and I took great pleasure in blowing the bastard apart with the shotgun.

We’ve finally arrived at Paradise Falls and asked around. {Audio garbled}

So, our targets are at Megaton right now, which is roughly about a day south from here. We’re not taking any vehicles, as we don’t want to draw to much attention to ourselves.


24th of January, Year 2251

We’ve arrived at Megaton, but we’re not going to enter just yet. Our armour is quite clearly stating where we are from, and we’re trying to get them both, without them knowing. Luckily, one of us had brought a change of clothes for us all, and we quickly disguised ourselves as simple Wastelanders. But we still kept our guns at the ready and our armour hidden underneath the clothing, although the occasional hole in the fabric might have given it away.

We had entered inside the main gate and were greeted by the town sheriff. We just smiled and said that we were just passing through. Stupid old man bought it.

As it was dark, we had all thought it would be best if we were to search for them in the local tavern. So, we had gone inside of Moriarty’s, which belongs to an Irishman whom I had got on with quite well. We had asked him if he knew where {Audio garbled} were, but his lips stayed sealed. A few caps changed that and he had happily told us that they were upstairs.


25th of January, Year 2251

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

We went to the door of the room they were staying in, and me and another one were standing at the side of the door. The one left was left to kick the door open, which he did. Next thing we know, he’s flying backwards as a shotgun blasts him back. The other one ran inside and started shooting at the bed, where he thought they were sleeping. He was then grabbed from behind and a knife stabbed him in the throat.

Then, one of them came out of the shadows to the side of the door. I pointed my shotgun at him, but he shot it out of my hands. I wet myself and ran out the tavern and out of the city gates.

I’m now at a town called Springvale, not far east of Megaton. I’ve got no weapons, no buddies to back me up and no radio. I haven’t got much longer {Audio garbled}





Inside the package, you will find the vital organs of your pathetic Mercenaries. Inside them, if you’ve got the guts to do it, you will find a transmitter that is burn-proof, radiation-proof and damage-proof, and can only be turned off by hand.

By the time this arrives at your HQ, we will already be on our way.



The night is always darkest before dawn.

[Miss Magic]

Oh My God, another very impressive and neatly laid out point of view, with a link to the first chapter at the end, I do like it!