"Hi there." Courtney said groggily as she sat up. "Come on in I guess."
Jack entered the ramshackle home. Courtney had made herself comfy, with her boots and hat now being removed. She was laying on the couch before he had disturbed her. "How are you holding up?" He asked. He sat aside her on the couch, hoping to establish some kind of comfort. He had noticed the workbenches outside, along with the power armour station, there was a lot he wished to talk about with her but it simply wasn't the time right now. He looked at her and saw back into the distant past. What was it like back then, when you didn't have to kill someone just to stay alive? He quickly snapped back to the present moment after letting his mind wander and remembered what he came to say. Clearing his throat, he continued. "Raw deal you were handed. Thought I might check up on you. Do you know what you'll do now?"
She seemed to think for a few moments about her answer. "You know I'm not really sure. The world and the community I knew is gone and Orson doesn't sound too confidant that there's a Concord left to go too. All I really have left is here, in this house and this neighborhood. But this isn't my home anymore. It's a graveyard, so I don't see much point in staying. I don't suppose the United States Army still exists? Or if you even know what that is? I was planning on reenlisting but then that whole nuclear war thing happened so that ship sailed. How did it all...you know...happen? Does anybody even remember?"
He listened carefully to what she had to say. She was a soldier. Maybe she does have something in common with him. He tried his best to answer her, but it was hard to suppress the rage he held at the rulers from her time.
"We don't know much about what happened. It was 200 years ago, most people don't think about. But uh, they exist. They're the Enclave. Not sure what happened to them or if they were even real, trader from way out east told me about them. Genocidal maniacs, he called them. Try killing everyone who isn't one of them. Can tell they followed the ideals of your world, with the way nuclear weapons were just kept around. Only good for one thing that, and you're living in it." Before continuing on, he changed the way he was speaking about her time. "I don't mean to belittle when you came from and I don't blame you.. It's just... For so long I've hated the military of your world. I know soldiers weren't making the calls, but.."
He decided it was best to just stop.
"So the rumors were true..." Courtney said after Jack was done describing what he knew about how and why the world screwed itself over. It was a strange response for a conversation that ended with him decrying the military she served in and he looked a little confused so she decided to explain. "When I was in the service, up in Alaska, there were always guys in our unit that seemed to have it better than everyone else. And I'm not talking about them being better fed or equipped. We were allowed to grab pretty much whatever we could carry so long as we signed for it and we were in a warzone so resupply of the best gear was never guaranteed. I'm talking about guys who couldn't be touched. They never got crap assignments, they never got into trouble for fighting and they always, always rose through the ranks faster than everyone else with way less work. Yet all of their work was mysteriously in order. The running joke among the rest of us was they were members of the Enclave. A wild conspiracy theory about a secret group of politicians and businessmen who ran the country and the separation of powers and the Constitution was all for show. Most of us never believe it but there were a few nutjobs who made it their mission to find these guys and expose them. We always thought they were nuts but if you know who they are, 200 years after those rumors started....well...guess the joke's on us."
"And let me tell you something about our leaders. They were a bunch of idiots who took a world that was running out of resources and throwing it into chaos. You don't have to tell me that there are people in this time that look at my...time period with rose-colored glasses but it was just as pl*ps as now. Sure our houses were nicer, we had more food and we were relatively safe but we were completely at the mercy of whoever was in charge. Every morning I watched the news and it showed a world of governments going to war, people rioting for basic necessities and anyone who was out of line being gunned down. Hell, I remember a riot in Lexington over a complete cutoff of gasoline to the city and you know how the cops handled it? They called the National Guard and they sent in giant APC's loaded with troops in Power Armor. With flamethrowers. Power armor and flamethrowers. To stop a riot. So when you tell me the military I served in was all a bunch of monsters, remember who was in charge. Remember it was the politicians who ordered the bombs to fall and everybody else, people like me, had to pay the price."
Yet you made it safe and sound to a vault? He thought, although he kept it to himself. She lost her family. She did pay a heavy price. He cursed himself for even thinking such a thought. She took a deep breath and calmed down a little. "Sorry about that. There's just a lot I need to get off my chest and you're the only person besides Orson who I've been able to talk to. What I'm trying to say is...I don't blame you for hating my world. There was a lot about it I hated myself but it wasn't all bad."
"It's alright. I prefer you to let it all out here than threaten to blow yourself up again. And I'm sure there was a lot of good about it. I just wish those that created this world had to live in it, and that we got to live back when it was green again."
Rubbing his temples he thought about what he was going to do now that there was two pre-wars and two ghouls in Sanctuary. Is anybody normal anymore?
"There isn't much in the way of supplies out here, but it is safer. If you're headed out you could come with me when me and Brutus leave. The others might, too. Safety in numbers, that sort of thing." He pulled out his map and marked Sanctuary safe. It was an old map of the Boston area, although quite worn and degraded, you could still make out the roads and locations marked on it. He kept it in his lap as he pulled out his silenced pistol. "You can hold onto this until you get yourself your own gun, it's small but it gets the job done."
"You can keep your gun. I've got two over there." She pointed to her combat rifle and pistol. They were with her rucksack in the right-hand corner of the room beside her now shattered TV. Jack upon noticing this holstered his weapon.
"We're here," he said holding his map and pointing at Sanctuary. "I know a nice lass in Goodneighbor who is from before the war. She's uh, she's a ghoul so she doesn't look as pretty as you do. Ghoul's are like that thing Rufus had following him, only they're not all like that. Most of them are just like us but they live longer and look like a corpse." Studying the map he tried to think of the best route. "We can loop around to Diamond City, stay there, head out to Bunker hill in the morning. Then, if we're still alive, head up to Goodneighbor." He showed her the route he had in mind. "It's far but, that's where civilization is."
"Thanks for the map. It looks like I've got a map here on my pip-boy but having a physical copy always help. I don't really have any reason to say here. It doesn't make sense to if no one lives here and you're not staying. So I guess I'll stick with you and your...friend. But before we go we should probably get some sleep. Maybe you could catch me up on a few of the things you've just mentioned. For starters, what exactly...IS...your friend? No offense but he's ugly as fl*ff and that "ghoul" running around with the guy in the gas mask? The one he talked to like a dog? He looks like a fl*ffin' zombie and if you didn't specifically say so I'd have shot him already. I'm guessing Bunker Hill refers to the memorial of the battle of the same name and Goodneighbor's some sort of town but what's Diamond City? There's a baseball stadium pretty far south of here named Diamond Park but you're telling me people made a town out of there now? What, do the guards wear umpire gear or something?" She asked with a sarcastic smile.
While it, oddly enough, made his heart melt to watch someone who was just crying and had only just lost her entire family to smile again, he had no idea what she was talking about.
"I have no idea what an umpire is but I'll try get through this quick. I'll start with Brutus. Yeah, he's ugly. You aren't going to offend me but I'd probably keep that opinion to yourself around him. Least, until he likes you. He's a-"
Heavy footsteps came running to the doorway and Brutus ducked under the door and stepped into view. "Jack call Brutus?"
"No.. Just explaining what super mutants are."
"Someday, super mutants kill everything." He said, trying to explain for his good friend.
Jack closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh. "Red flags Brutus, red flags..."
"Jack and friend don't have to worry, Brutus protect human friends."
He stared Brutus down until he took the hint and left.
"Sorry about that. As I was saying, he's a super mutant. A human modified by a virus, supposedly made by the pre-war military..." He gave her a look, wanting to say just more reasons to hate your people, but didn't say anything. "This is probably why all the creatures out here mutated, might even explain ghouls. I don't know. But they can't die naturally. Both ghouls and mutants live for very long periods of time. I've heard tell of intelligent super mutants, never seen them myself. Probably a load of roachpl*ps. They're all dumb as bricks."
Jack thought of the trip ahead, it was far, they probably should sleep before heading out in the morning. "If you want to sleep, that's fine. Figured you'd of had enough of that for a lifetime though. And Diamond City IS inside the baseball stadium, the walls keep them safe. Wasn't a bad place till they kicked all the ghouls out. The non-ferals. Damn cowardly that was."
Jack thought back to some of his memories at Diamond City, then Bunker Hill. Eric and Davies, two people he had to remove from The Steel Snakes for insubordination. They lived in Diamond City and he did not want to ever see them again. Not after what happened. "Bunker Hill.. I don't know about a memorial but there is a huge monument in the center of town. Real defensible."
He frowned for a moment. "Long story short, just about everything you see is filled with something or someone who's going to try and kill you." He stood up. "I know how bad you want to cling to your old life. This house," he said gesturing to the crumbling walls. "But come outside with me. We could get some target practice done, see how rusty you are after 200 years. Might be good to practice some close quarters combat too. It's dangerous out there. Besides, I want to see how they fought in the old world."
"Fair enough. Let's go." Courtney got up and put her boots back on. Then she put her hat back on and headed outside. Most of the yard was dead grass and broken picket fences, as to be expected, there was garbage everywhere. Beer bottles, open tin cans, food wrappers, even the severed head of a teddy bear. Was probably one of her son's toys, he thought, although Courtney didn't seem to have any attachment to it.
She took several of the items and lined them on top of the relatively intact section of fence, wedging them onto the points so they would stay up. Afterwards she stepped back about twenty paces and got out her pistol. She saw that Jack was watching so she took a deep breath, clicked the safety off and carefully lined up her shot on the first target; a tin can to the far left. She looked down the sites and took in a slow, steady breath, slowly squeezing the trigger until it was a hair's length from firing. Finally, after ten seconds, she fired. The bullet hit the middle of the tin can and sent it flying back into a tree, hitting it with a hard smack. She smiled at her success and lined up her shot on the second tin can. This time it only took her five seconds to fire. The third took three. The fourth went down almost immediately after she aimed at it, barely a second apart. Years of training and combat came back to her as she got into the zone and turned to four more tin cans to her right. She used two shots each to take them down, one immediately after the other, all of them hitting on target and all four cans taken down in just eight seconds. The final target, a glass bottle, was on a wooden post right next to Jack. Courtney had one bullet left and she intended to make it count. She spun around immediately after the last can fell, leveled her pistol and immediately fired. The bullet hit the top of the bottle, snapped it at the neck and sent the remainder and the glass away from Jack, all of it landing on the floor with an unceremonious thud.
Courtney reloaded her gun, put the safety back on and holstered it, satisfied that she still had it. She gave a sideways look and grin to Jack. "Satisfied?" she asked wryly. He walked toward her, slowly clapping. "You're pretty good."
He stopped about three meters from her and swiftly drew his gun and aimed it at her temple. "But don't ever turn your safety on, or you'll be dead before you can get it back off." He took a step back, as to not deafen her, aimed slightly to the right and shot the tiles on the house behind her. Less noticeable, he had hit where 4 tiles joined to form somewhat of a t. The shot was mostly to demonstrate how she couldn't have drawn her weapon, clicked the safety off and shot him before he shot her. His pistol was silenced, but he still felt the need to step back before he had fired.
He holstered his iron. "If anybody ever tells you leave your weapons outside or with them, you refuse. If anyone wants to hold onto your caps-" He paused, half smiled, and realized. "You drink a cola or scull a beer, hold onto the cap. It's money round these parts. Yeah, bottlecaps. More durable than that paper pl*ps you guys lugged around in the old days." He got into a fighting stance.
"You might not always have a weapon at your disposal. Try take me down." Before either of them could move an inch gunfire consumed the air, a barrage of bullets whizzing past Jack's face, he rolled to the side and drew his rifle. Courtney too, gun in hand, had turned toward to gunfire. Jack clutched his rifle, aiming it at Brutus. From down the street the mutant waved. "SORRY!" He yelled. "DIDN'T KNOW GUN HAD BULLETS!"
"What could he have possibly been..." Jack looked at Courtney. "This idiot probably attracted some unwanted attention. Dunno where he found the AK, but.." Jack sighed. He was tired. He didn't want to check the perimeter. He was okay with Courtney's little training session, it was necessary to see her skills and for her to have some confidence in herself. Maybe it'd cheer her up, knowing she still kicks ass. Besides, a pistol isn't that loud.
Now, due to mutant stupidity, a rifle has been fired possibly attracting all sorts of unwanted attention. Jack, Brutus, Rufus, Jackal and Orson were in the arena. Raiders might be too. Just how tired he was really started to settle in his features, going from rather upbeat ready to dreary in a matter of minutes. "Now I've got to make sure raiders don't surprise us in our sleep, I'm going to check out the surrounding areas. Maybe even poke around the route we're walking tomorrow. Good job today, I'm impressed. Life's giving you one hell of a beating and you're taking it like a champ. I'll see you tomorrow." He extended a hand to her before he departed.
"I guess that makes sense about the safety. I'll have to remember that. Old habits die hard." When Jack initially told Courtney people used bottle caps as currency she thought he was joking with her but he really was serious. She guessed it made a certain amount of sense but it would take some getting used to. "I guess the durability factor makes sense. Plus considering there's no longer an economy I guess money would lose its value but...wow...bottle caps as currency. That's...gonna take some getting used to. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow. Try to keep your friend from shooting off our head again okay?"
She walked off toward her house, likely to get some sleep. Jack closed his hand into a fist as she ignored his handshake, angry at her. "Bitch." He mumbled, when he was sure she couldn't hear him. He walked down the street, upon passing Brutus told him to stay in the area. As he passed Courtney's house he could see her on the couch, probably sleeping.
Jack made his way to the Red Rocket truck stop, and hid out in there for a few hours. If anything came through, he would see them. He didn't account for the other sides, but he knew the area well enough to know there was nothing but bugs off to the right side of the Sanctuary exit bridge. It was the people he was more concerned about. After three hours had passed he decided nothing was coming and headed down the street, sneaking toward Concord.
He ducked behind some sandbags as he noticed some raiders. They were chatting about something, but he couldn't hear them. He sat there for a solid 15 minutes before a few others came out and they started walking up the street, toward Jack and Sanctuary. He knew that's not where they were headed, but he couldn't have them here tomorrow. Getting out his rifle he flicked the scope to a higher magnification and measured his shots. He would be able to get 3 dead before they knew what was happening, 2 before they got to cover and one when he popped his head up again. He began firing, they dropped quicker than you could say dumb fl*ffs. He had overestimated them as the last raider tripped over his friends body before making it to cover. He died on the ground.
Jack reloaded his rifle and continued down the street, collecting ammo off of the corpses. One of them had two stimpaks he retrieved. For the next few hours he continued to search the area meeting little to no resistance. Eventually he returned to the Red Rocket truck stop and fell asleep in an old chair.