Fallout 4 Buddy Cops

Intitial Introduction of Investigators

Nick Valentine grumbles under his breath as he once more finds himself in trouble without anyone watching his back. That drunkard Marty Bullfinch flaked on him again. He desperately needs a new partner.

This time he's in neck deep with some real heavy boys; slavers.

The winding hallways of the appartement complex are strategically blocked off, creating a maze.

Earlier the detective had stumbled into an office and found a set of keys. One most likely opening one of the appartment doors, but without a number, its guesswork wich of the dozens of locks it opens. The other distinctly for unlocking slave collars. Wich gives him hope the kidnapped people are still here, somewhere within the building.

Even though he hasn't found hide nor hair of their werabouts. Yet, he reminds himself. He will find them.

The slavers on the other hand, sure have found him. The synth is now playing a deadly game of hide and seek. Running deeper into the building to avoid gunfire and getting himself lost in the maze.

Nick rounds another corner and promptly finds himself facing the barrel of a gun. Swift as his synthetic body is, he's already pointing his own back.

"Stand down!" Nick orders, putting as much authorithy into his voice as he's able.

"You Arn't Affiliated With these Wrongdooers." A deep masculine voice, with a slight wimsical tilt to it, awnsers.

Lowering his gun slightly, The noir detective takes the man standing in front of him in properly.

A black trenchcoat covers him from shoulder to ankle, heavy combat boots making Nick wonder how he didn't hear the man approach. A black fedora shadowing his eyes, and a gray scarf obscuring the lower half of his face make it impossible to identify him.

"The Silver Shroud." Nick voices surprised. "So, the rumors comin' outta Goodneigbor are true then huh."

"Detective Valentine." The Shroud lowers his silenced 10mm and tips his hat in greeting. Nick's not all that surprised anyone heard about him. Goodneigbor is a gossipy town, and the detective does have a reputation there.

"So, this place is a bit out of your regular turf, what brings you here?"

"I have Stalked these Slavers Seeking to put a Swift Stop to their Shady Setup."

"Uhu.. " Nick sideeyes the vigilante a bit before deciiding to offer up his own info in return. "Well, I was hired to find a man, evidence led me here. Found a couple of keys in an office back there, not sure yet where they go."

The Shroud seems to perk up at the mention of keys. "Fantastic! I Found a Fastened door. Follow me." The black clad vigilante turns back the way he came. Appearing wholly unconcerned having a stranger at his back.

Nick isn't quite sure what to think about this guy. He clearly has a few screws loose, and the synth would know all about that.

Still, from everything he's heard, if he can believe rumors, the Silver Shroud is doing a world of good for Goodneighbor. Cleaning up the streets, heavily enforcing the 'no selling drugs to kids' rule, even taking out a dangerous assassin.
He's gotten major Hancocks approval as well. While Nick doesn't see eye to eye with John on everything, he does trust the ghouls judgement on people, especially when it comes to the safety of his town.

For now, Nick will wait and see how the Silver Shroud enacts his brand of justice.

~

The duo weave through the maze largely unseen. The Shroud is light on his feet, and blends into the shadows so well Nick nearly thinks he's using a stealthboy at times.

The few times they were spotted, the other could jump their assailant before the raiders could call for help.

The Vigilante halts before an appartement door nearly ideantical to the others. "Here. I Heard one Man Mention Moving the Merchandice to number sixteen."

"Hm." Nick takes the key out of his pocket. "Get ready."

The Shroud nods. Both men having their guns at the ready.

The door swings open and the single guard inside is swiftly and silently taken out.

Sure enough the appartement holds about a dozen bound people. Nick quickly opens the collars around their necks as the Shroud stands guard at the door. They're terrified and a bit worse for wear, but alive. And that's what matters.

"Now for the hard part." Nick grumbles, thinking.

The Vigilante tilts his head to show he's listening without taking his eyes off of the hallway.

"How do we get all these folks outta here in one piece?"

The Shroud smirks behind his scarf. "Simple Sir. I Shall Serve as a distraction."

Before Nick can voice any objection, the coats tailend has already dissapeared around the corner.

The Detective counts one minute before he hears gunshots and a pulse grenade going off.

He hurries the civilians out of the appartement and leads them the opposite way of the fight.

Faintly he hears;

"Death has come for you neerdoers, and I am it's Shroud!"

eco through the hallways, followed by gunfire. Hm if anything he is committed to the role.

~

With some difficulty the Synth manages to get the group outside and to relative safety. All of them splitting off to go back to their respective homes and families.

Escorting the man he'd been hired to find back home himself ties the case up in a neat little bow with a happy end.

Or it would be, if that damn Silver Shroud hadn't up and dissapeard on him entirely.

Wich has him sitting at his desk hunched over a folder with everything he's been able to scrounge up on the vigilante.

"Nick, are you still brooding over the Silver Shroud?" Ellie stands in front of his desk with her hands on her hips.

"Hrm.." He grumbles towards the general diection of his secretairy. She's a saint for putting up with him.

"You can just take a walk over to Goodneighbor and ask around for the guy if it bothers you this much."

He takes another long drag of his cigarette, staring intently at a wall.

Ellie throws up her hands, exasperated at her stubborn boss.