A few days later, in Bunker Hill.

 

 

          My wanderlust led me to Bunker Hill, a great place to buy and sell about anything found in the Commonwealth. Weapons, clothes, drugs, junk.. Everything could be there. It was also a hotspot for raiders and I hoped to find a job taking out another gang. 

 

 

            It was morning and I was hungry, I took the time to order a meal. I found myself in shock when I saw a notice that one the residents had been kidnapped by a small gang nearby. 

"I could help you with that, if you pay me."

"A mercenary huh? Go see Deb inside, she'll brief you."

 

 

          "One of our residents was kidnapped last night. They're junkies who have a little hideout northeast of here, just before the bridge. The reward is 150 caps, shouldn't be too hard for a tough girl like you."

My eyes were glued to something behind her.

"I want an advance on my payment. I want this weapon."

"You have a very straightforward approach. I like that. Deal."

 

 

          This is my new toy, the baseball bat with barbed wire. I didn't have much ammunition left and it was way too expensive to buy. I was right next to the stash, I was going to be able to test my new purchase. 

 

 

          The guard at the entrance did not see me coming and I had overpowered her easily enough. She had the key to the safe house on her, it was that red door. Not a very discreet place to lay low.

 

 

            It was a dark place. A candle placed on the stairway ledge allowed me to see where to go. The kidnappers had to be upstairs with the person I was rescuing. 

 

 

            I had neutralized one of the kidnappers on the second floor. When I reached the third floor, I saw the kidnapped resident naked and tied up in the corner of the room. She looked traumatized, her eyes lost in the lit barrel in the middle of the room. As for the sleeping raider, I was her morning wake-up call. 

 

 

            I blew her head off  with one blow. She deserved it. I had no pity for those raiders who preyed on poor people, my self from a few months ago. 

 

 

          "It's okay, I'm here to rescue you. Let me untie you first."

"Oh thank you! I had lost hope, I was going to be taken to a pre-war building called BADTFL."

"Thanks for the info. You can go back to Bunker Hill, the road is safe. Here, take my clothes, I have an idea how to impersonate them."

 

 

          The guard at the entrance was the least damaged and was about my height. If I pretended to be one of them, I could get in without a problem and neutralize them one by one in a stealthy way. Raiders were not know for their intelligence or quick thinking. This plan would work.

 

 

            I put on the harness and headed for the building. It was along the docks, I just had to follow the river to find the place. With my tattoos and short hair, I had the look of a raider. I was going to a perfect addition to their gang. Before I tore it up from the inside.

 

 

            I reached the BADTFL building. A few guards were patrolling around, only one was guarding the front door. I walked right past him:

"I have a drug delivery, the others are coming with the girl."

"Cool, you can drop this off in the evidence room."

Like I said, they weren't very smart.

 

 

          The evidence room was guarded by a raider who was taking inventory of what was there. Guess who had just hit a home run with her head? Calista the batter.

 

 

          The advantage of a baseball bat is discretion. The problem was dealing with heavier people, they needed several hits before they collapsed. This male raider took 3 hits before I could knock him into the air.

 

 

            I love dogs. But not the ones that obeyed their master. I was really sorry for this poor animal but I didn't want to take any risk. 

 

 

          The leader of the gang was forcing the door of the cells with a blowtorch. She didn't hear me sprinting to knock her down. 

 

 

          She was strong. It took several hits before she was knocked down. She even nearly blew my head off. As I searched her for information, I saw the handcuffs laying on the desk. A security measure while I searched for the stuff that was stashed here. 

 

 

            I undressed her and started looking for infos on the terminal. She was still unconscious but it wouldn't last. 

 

 

          When I finished my research, I knew where to get their equipment. I moved the raider leader and locked the handcuffs behind the bars. It was impossible for her to come after me, I allowed myself to taunt her when she emerged.

"Sorry my dear, but you'll have to stay here for a while. Thanks for the inventory, I'll help myself now. Have a nice day. Nice body by the way!"

"Bitch! You'll pay for this I swear! You won't be so smart when the roles will be reversed!"

 

 

          The last guard showed no opposition to me bashing his skull in. The bat lost his beauty. I decided to leave it, I didn't need it anymore. I needed to make room to get all the equipment from the closed cell. 

 

 

          The day was over. I had become the proud owner of drugs, ammunation and caps stored in a backpack. The best part was this weapon called the Fatman. It weighed quite a bit for a little girl like me. With this, it was impossible for anyone to mess with me. Or I could sell it for even more caps... A tough choice, right?