"No." The girl replied, simply shaking her head and tossing the file on her desk. What these guys were asking, they were too much for her. She was willing to kill a Vat-Rogue, but a Vat-Rogue who leads a major political movement? That, for lack of a better term, fucking suicide. "You want me to kill this guy, then what? Hide? From a lot of Vats who look up to him?" She would stand up, facing the man and just resisting the temptation to punch him in the neck.
"Ma'am, you owe a great debt to our company. You either do it, or we collect in other ways - such as DNA scraping." The man replied, letting out a small cough as he adjusted his tie. His voice was sharp, filled with intent - too bad it fell on deaf ears.
"Is that a threat, you pathetic bastard? How about you walk out before I kick the shit out of you." The woman bit back, before staring at the man. She knew he was serious, they would take her and use her up like the vampires they were. To them, despite how good she was; She was expendable. If they did DNA scrape her, they'd just keep making more of her till one agrees. "...Fuck. Bastards, all of you. Give me the damn file. And fuck off." She growled out, snatching the file as the man offered it to her. Suicide mission. A fucking suicide mission. As she opened the file, the man shook his head and walked out.
"Wha'cah gunna do?" The bartender said, leaning on the table as he grabbed for something under the counter. The girl didn't respond as she read the file... Uncaring for the bartenders movements for a moment. But then she closed the file, slamming the glass on the table and holding the shattered pieces of glass up to the bartenders neck. "You know what gave it away - the vat mix in the drinks. Upstanding bars don't pour vat mix into their drinks." She said, reaching back behind the bar and snatching a gun from the bartenders hands. The bastard was trying to one up her, ambush her when she was seemingly not paying attention. "Where is he?"
"Go fuck yese-" Before the man could even finish his sentence, there was a sickening slicing noise as the girl moved the glass. Green blood flooded from him, reducing the bartender into a gurgling mess. "I know what Vat-borns have, I know their resistance. You wouldn't tell me, and now you're fucking dead." She said, coldly throwing the glass away as she unloaded the gun onto the floor. She would then hop behind the bar, leaving a bullet on the counter and putting the gun next to the Vat-born as he fell against the back wall. "I also know how much damage one can take. That wound will slowly drain you away, before you can't move - but you won't die till your brain ceases to work. In about an hour. So, there's a bullet on the counter. Grab it before your joints lock up, and maybe you'll put youself out of your own misery." She said, hopping back over and just walking out of the bar.
It wasn't till moments later that there was a gunshot in the bar. But the girl was already gone - to the slums, the where the vat-borns hide.
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Perfectly Clear
Ficção CientíficaIn a world where the future was more forced apon humanity than gained, a young girl and a Vat-Grown man find themselves trapped between many opposing forces; All intent about crushing them into dust. The catch being, she was meant to kill him. As th...
