Hired Gun Turned Fun

On the Hunt

Author's Note: Warning; violence, death and injury. Side note, some slight fluff as usual.

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The following morning you'd slept in till around ten, before finally stirring. You instantly noticed that your throat felt dry from dehydration, so you got up to grab a few purified waters from your bag.

Sitting back down on the bed, I leaned up against the headboard and drank deeply. Robert had woken up when I'd left and was now propping up his head to look up at me, smirking.

"..I never knew you could do that with Mutfruit.." He stated in an amused tone, nearly making you spit out your water, remembering last night's activities.

I felt my face burning hot and scarlet in color, no doubt. I tossed the extra water at him, which he caught instinctively, causing his smirk to grow. I ignored him and finished drinking, crushing the container and throwing it in the trash bin nearby.

"Yeah, if you only knew of all the debaucheries that people use to take part in.." I kind of wanted to tell him but had decided against it, teasing him instead.

However, this statement only piqued his interest. "Oh really? You mean to tell me that, people used to do all sorts of different things, like that?" He nodded in the direction of a lone Mutfruit that had been left out on the nightstand.

I merely nodded, not wanting to get into details at the moment. "Yeah, remind me to tell you about it next time we get drunk. Otherwise, I'll just be too embarrassed to talk." I chuckled, getting up to make some coffee.

We proceeded to gulp down the coffee and some more water, along with some mirelurk omelets. After hydrating and getting some protein and caffeine in our systems, we were feeling better from the mild hangovers we both had from the previous night.

I had decided that today was going to be the day, that we hunted down an Institute courser. This was just another step, in the long journey of finding Shaun. The chip I'll be extracting, will help me figure out exactly how they teleport in and out of the Institute. Once I can find some one to crack the codes on it..

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It took about half of the day, just getting to the C.I.T ruins. Downtown was cramped and full of raiders, gunners and mutants alike, making it hard to traverse safely or quickly. 

When we finally managed to fight our way to the ruins, I tuned the radio on my Pip-Boy to the courser's frequency. We wove our way through the city streets following the signal as it grew and rapidly beeped.

We had to take out a few raider psychos on the way, taking a while, but we finally made it to the courser's location. "Greenetech Genetics". I noted out loud as we arrived.

MacCready and I stormed the place, finding that most of the occupants had been killed just moments ago, their bodies still warm. I couldn't help but loot the good stuff off of them. Why be wasteful?

I quickly handed some frag grenades to MacCready, to which he smirked and nodded in thanks.

It appeared that the former occupants were gunners, who naturally had turrets as well. We cleared out any remaining enemies and turrets, finally entering a large room, where the following scene was unfolding;

The courser was on a mission to recover a run-away synth, who just happened to have gotten captured by this group of gunners. Turns out, we apparently had stopped the courser right before he had reached the cell, where the synth run-away was being held captive.

I was ready, even though I knew this was going to be a tough battle. It wasn't something new to me. After all, I fought Kellogg and I didn't have MacCready by my side for that fight.