She could not believe her eyes. Anger rushed through her mind, causing her fists, to hit the table which shook mildly due to the force. Slowly she read again waht the computor was telling her: "CLEANING COMPLETE".

Still filled by blazing anger she stood up and drew her 10mm pistol out of her holster and aimed at the computer. With tears in her eyes she pulled the trigger. Once. Twice. Even as the bolt hit a dry chamber because of the emptied magaine she didn't stopped pulling the trigger countless times more. Every of the 12 holes showed her growing desperation and as the 6th imaginary nullet pierced through the currier of bad nws, she droppeed on her knees and cried bitterly in sorrow.

Since multiple years Jane had been blackmailed by the man in a strange kind of power armor that was different than any kind of armor used by the Brotherhood if Steel or the old military from the time before the bombs.

This man - or woman, no one was sure about that - has kidnapped her partner who was with her since she was cast away by her father as a young girl. They earned a reputation as professional hitmen, most people started to call them "Mr and Mrs Bishop", even though they weren't even married, but the idea of a couple that earned their money as efficient assassins seemed to be an appealing one for those who had a dark heart and saw murder as a simple tool of buisness and power.

3 years ago Colin was dragged away during his sleep and since 3 years Jane did various jobs for Colin's captor in order to pay off the "dept" both of them were in. It was neither a matieral nor moral dept the Bishops were in though, the person behind the power armor - who was referred to as "Stray Fox" by the slavers from Paradise Falls - simply mentioned an investment that had been done several years ago and now was about to be dropped. This dept almost was repayed, there was one simple job peft until they were both free to go together, the Stray Fox made this clear when Jane was allowed to see Colin for a short time in Paradise Falls. Jane's schedule was tight though, if there was a simple day of delay Colin would be executed, so she had to hurry in order to save him.

Her tears hit the cold floor which was covered with the dust of old times. It was over, the computer hhad sealed Colin's fate by deleting the corrupted data and therefore making it impossible for Jane to find out where the last target was. She could not save him anymore.

While crying bitterly her thougths went berserk, she desperately tried to find a solution, but there was nothing she could do but wait in agny or die in a rain f bullets from the slaver's guns while she tried to get Colin out of Paradise Falls; even tjough she couldn't even be sure they held him captured there or just dragged him to this location when ever she was allowed to meet him.

Slowly she dropped the empty magazine to the ground and slid in a fresh one labled with HP. The barrel was raised and now pointed at her head, she was ready to pull the trigger and end her misery.

Suddenly the mechanical purring of pneumatic servos appeared from behind of her, the metallic boots heavily stepped on the ground and made her aware of the wearer's presence. But only as a long barrel of a rather unique rifle shoved her 10mm pistol away from her head she turned around and checked who stood behind her.

A black plated armor with several servo attachments and a surface that was covered in the dust of the wastes stood like an unreal abomination, it seemed to htreat anything close to it. Neither RAD nor the ruins of the capital wasteland were as threatening as this power armor.

The low voice echoed through the dead building, every word was spoken slowly and with a short pause between them, giving it an almost mechanical and surreal sound: "Last chance. Farafax. Go. Eliminate target."