Hired Gun Turned Fun

Forged in Steel

You had woken up to find that MacCready had gone from where you two had been sleeping. Curious, you got up and hustled down the stairs to find him brewing up some coffee, in a nearby Luxobrew percolator.

"Morning, Charmer." He greeted you with a grin, lifting his coffee cup up in acknowledgement. You were surprised to find him in such a chipper mood, given it was morning. You hadn't spent very much time with him yet, but you thought that based on how he stumbled awake yesterday, that he wasn't the morning-bird type.

"Well you're up bight and early. Sleep okay, Hotshot?" You asked.

He shrugged, taking a large sip. "I've slept worse." He sat down on one of the stools so that he could enjoy the morning sunrise with his coffee.

You sat down beside him after pouring yourself a cup, sparking up a smoke and inhaling deeply. This time you wanted to offer him one. You were trying to keep score so he wouldn't feel imposed upon for always sharing his with you.

You nudged his arm with yours, holding out the pack of Grey Tortoise brand cigs. He grinned while accepting, "Don't mind if I do." lighting it up immediately. You sat there together, smoking in comfortable silence, something you two often found yourselves doing in times like these.

You soon headed out, arriving at Sanctuary within two hours. In typical 'you' fashion, you had kept your Pip-Boy radio playing your favorite station, as you travelled along. Once back in Sanctuary, you hauled your findings into your house's garage area. MacCready followed you and dumped his bag of finds down as well.

Like promised, you let MacCready pick out his half of the loot, minus what you needed for the mission, like the cans and lead paint. You started with the guns, "Any of these you want to keep?"

"Let's see what you got..." He surveyed the guns that you had pulled out from your bag. He picked up a rifle and examined it before putting it back down, shaking his head in disappointment.

"Nah, there's nothing but junk here. I've seen what you're packing too, and our weapons are way better than these." He frowned at the large pile with contempt.

Grinning, you said. "Well.. if that's the case, then why don't you let me scrap them? They will go a long way towards the Power Armor repairs." You crossed your arms waiting for his answer.

He turned to face you now and imitated your stance, thinking. "It would avoid us having to make more trips out for resources... and keep us from having to haul heavy steel all over the place... alright, let's do it."

You clasped your hands together in excitement, finally he was getting it. "Great! Stuff all of them back into your bag and I'll show you where we'll scrap 'em at."

You gathered up your bag of goodies and headed up the stairs that led to your balcony. Struggling to open the door with your hands full, but managing, you led him into your new home. It was quaint and felt more like an apartment, but at least you felt safe and comfortable here.

the kitchen was directly in front of you, up against the left side of the large room. There was a sectioned off bedroom to the front, right side, which was yours. The rest of the space was the living room area, which was divided into three sub-areas.

Directly in the back middle was your armor and weapon workbenches along with storage for organization. To the right of that, was the soon-to-be comic book corner, and sharing a bedroom wall with you, was another sleeping space with a bed for a guest. Or eventually... Shaun.

You dumped everything back out onto the floor carelessly. Tossing your bag aside, you immediately got started scrapping the armor you had looted. MacCready was behind you but was stunned, clearly impressed with how good the place looked.