there are many wonders in the wasteland, but i never thought i would be stepping back into diamond city. I wandered around the market place looking for one thing , or someone. as i walked around it seemed that everyone was weary of me, as they watched my every move. i'm guessing they don't like outsider much. i thought, i didn't really want talk to people so i kept to myself , but i guess they wouldn't want to have chit chat either.
i spotted what seemed to be a bounty board, i walk over to the board hoping to see who i've been searching for to be up for hier. but only for my luck to fail on me , i didn't see any sign. A bright pink neon light sneaked into the corner of my view .'valentine' bingo! i followed the signs which sent me to a door .
this is it MacCready, this is it . . . you're going to find her
i open the door revealing a synth with a grey trench coat and fedora on his head , a lit cigarette in his right robotic hand, tempting me to have one myself . . . cigarette i mean. he looked up from his paper work and asked a question "can i help you?"
"yes, i think you can" i say, not exactly knowing what to say. He places down his work papers on his desk and lays down the cigarette into his ash blow, killing the glow and a slight smoke drift up .
he gestured his hand to the chair that was placed in front of his desk " sit , and we can see what your problem is and how to solve it" i hesitated to take the seat from a lack of trust ,but he was the only help i have. i sat down and pull off my rifle from my shoulder knowing i wounded need it at this time of moment. he grabbed a note board with paper and a pen ready to scribble down some notes the the questions he was going to ask." every best mystery has a good start, so who are you looking for?"
i wanted to question why he thought i would be looking for someone but with the recent news of the institute i answered his question. "i'm looking for a woman" he looked up from his board to look at me seriously.
" you'll have to give more detail to this 'woman' you're looking for, unless that is what you're looking for and i would think you would be better off in Goodneighbor" i chuckle as he comment and carried on.
" her name is (y/n)" his head seemed to prick up as he heard her name as if he knew her " she has (h/c),(h/l)-ish hair, (e/c) eyes. the last i saw of her she had a dirty green bag with different design stitches on it . . . but that's all i can say" i look down at the desk , feeling an overwhelm of remorseful abandonment .
"how did you meet her?" i pricked my head up to him with a skeptical look "it's personal" i say not wanting to give away my past with how i met and how i . . .nevermind i'll just leave it as met. funny how i can't even tell myself.
" it would just make it possible easier to find her" he says making me to give in if it would make it 'easier' .
"it all started when my group and i abused their caravan, killing and looting everything except her and a little boy." . . .
to be continued. . .
hey guys i hope you like this new chapter for MacCready! if you don't know what the hell i'm talking about have a look at the update i posted on this serie.
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-A.H
