Fallout 4 Buddy Cops

The Case of the Cutthoath Chems

The steel shack roofs of Diamond city make it difficult to keep footsteps light. Luckily it is early enough in the evening the hustle and bustle mostly drowns out the echoing noise. A Silent Shadow crouches next to the roof entrance of the Valentines detective agency. Picking the lock is too easy, he should make the detective aware of this. Inside he hugs the wall as he swiftly makes his way downstairs.

"Miss Perkins."

The woman lets out a startled squeek, dropping the file she was working on and turning around with a gun in hand.

"Good reflexes. You'd Make a Marvelous Mistress of Misteries."

"Silver Shroud?" The secretary asks. "How did you get in here?"

The vigilante tips his hat, ignoring the question.

"I Was Wondering Whereas the Detectives Werabouts? I Want a Word With him."

"As you can see, he's out." Ellie glares, not fond of a man sneaking up on her.

"Hm..Please?" He tries. Politeness is so rare in the wasteland, sometimes its enough to get people more amacable.

She sighs and relents. "Fine. But only because Nick told me you realy helped him out of a tough spot. Figures I owe you one for keeping my boss safe. We've gotten a few new cases, but Nicks partner, the lousy good for nothing, hasn't shown up for work all day. He's probably in the Dugout getting drunk, and Nick is most likely arguing with him about it by now."

"Thank you miss." The Shroud tips his hat and tries to turn back upstairs.

"Oh no you don't. Through the front door mister." Ellie glares until the Vigilante saunters out the door.

He still takes the back allies to the inn.

~

The Dugout Inn is smokey and stinks heavily of alcohol. Just like every other cheap hole in the wall people go to drink their problems away, and often only create more. 

"-need my partner to watch my back and you wern't there, again!"

"Would ya shut the hell up about it already Nick? All you do is nag at me. Lemme enjoy my drink in peace."

"That is exactly the problem. Peoples lives are at stake here and you're too busy finding the bottom of a bottle instead."

Marty snorts dismissively.

"Holy shit is that the silver shroud?"

"The fuck is he doing outta Goodneighbor?"

"I heard he's off his rocker."

Wispers and stares follow the black clad figure as the Vigilante meanders around tables and people towards the synth.

"Detective Valentine."

"Well now. Didn't know when you'd pop up again, after the dissapearing act you pulled last time. To what do I owe the visit?"

"We Worked Well Together last Time."

"Sure, sure." Nick puts out the bud of his cigarette and lights up another.

"I Aquiered A case And Ask to Associate Again."

"Hmm another team up huh? Be a change in pace to have someone that wants to work together around."

"You know wha' Valentine? If you realy feel like tha' you can keep the weirdo. I quit!" Marty slurs slamming his bottle down on the table. He stands up so fast he nearly wipes out, then stubles off.

"Well then.. Looks like I need a new partner." Nick scrathces his neck in a nervous tick.

~

The duo return to the agency.