5 Her Kind Of Town!

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[Main Quest V: Her Kind Of Town!]

-=Wishing For A Nuclear Winter=-​

"Are you sure this is safe?" Jenny asked for the third time today.

I scoffed, "Jenny, why are you still asking me that? Yes, it's safe! If it wasn't I would've been splattered across the broken pavement from some stray bloat-flies! Relax!"

She huffed, "But- Look, I've never ridden anything before, alright! Sorry for being so paranoid!"

I rolled my eyes, "So you're using me for my sick bike? What am I, chopped liver?"

She eyed my motorcycle, and shook her head, "Well, I wouldn't call it sick, but it would definitely make traveling through this god-forsaken wasteland easier."

Right now, Jenny has all but told me she wasn't going to leave without me, so I spoke with Joshua about it…

-<FLAAAAAAAAAAAASHBACK>-​

"So, I'm leaving with Jenny."

He coughed into his drink, "Hak- Arthur, what the fuck? I was drinking that!"

I gave him a flat look, "Well, your 'drink' is currently all over my shirt. Anyways, you don't mind If I go, because I already finished the escort job, right?"

He snorted, and wiped some stray droplets off of his arm, "Yeah yeah, she's giving you bedroom eyes kid."

It was my turn to spit out my cola, "Joshua! The fuck?!"

He raised a brow, "What? I'm not wrong." He shrugged, "But yeah. My little 'Job' as you put it," I could feel the air quotes in that, "Was finished the second you got me to Goodsprings. But considering that you've been acting like a puppy in love-" "I have not!" "You wouldn't have noticed 'till now."

Stop giving me that smug look!

…Actually, how is he doing that with a mask on?

He turned to- wink at Trudy?

Wha-

Oh. Oh.

"Oh- Jesus Joshua, do that when you're alone you senile old man."

"At least this senile old man has gotten his dick wet before you were even an itch in your dad's balls."

I physically recoiled from that burn.

"...ow."

"Go on kid, I'll see you when I see you."

As I started to get up from my seat, he interrupted me to say one last thing, "And kid?"

"Hm?"

"I hope you find what you're looking for."

"…okay, uh… thanks? I don't know how to respond to that."

He snorted, "Just go kid."

-<FLAAAAAAAAAAAASHBACK END>-​

And that brings us to now. Or, two hours ago, because for some reason that short flashback has caused me to space out for two hours as we finally got off the highway.

"Put on your goggles!"

"What? Why?"

I gave her a flat look, "Do you want sand in your eyes?"

She looked at me, then at the sandstorm we were rapidly approaching. Back to me, the storm, me again, the storm, and me.

She pouted, "Fine! …fucking goggles. Hate 'em."

You know, I think I just noticed her accent. Sounds like something from New York, except it's decipherable and not just loud yelling. Which is welcome.

"You know-" I swerved a bit to avoid a pothole, and Jenny made an… interesting noise in surprise, "Why do you hate goggles so much?"

She sighed, "Do I have to tell you?"

"...I mean, you don't have to-"

"It all started when-"

Okay, just fucking pour out your whole life story then, damn

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"-When my grandpa finally killed the Momma Deathclaw! …And also traumatized me. But anyway, that is why I'm not a fan of goggles!" She finished her story as I parked the vehicle behind a large rock.

Is it over?

Is she done?

I groaned, holding a hand to my head as I rubbed my temples. I know the wasteland can get really fucky sometimes, but that was something straight out of a shitty horror/comedy D-movie!

I can't even get a refund for it!

I turned to her, holding out my hand for the helmet I gave her. She placed it in my hand as I shoved it into my fake bag - and into my inventory - as I asked, "So, Primm? Why there?" Can't just say I know where they went.

All she knows is that I've met the guy and that I don't particularly like him. Which was a flat-out lie, but she doesn't need to know that.

"Well~, after I talked to Trudy, I got some tips about where the bastard skipped off to with his merry band of high-functioning sociopaths," And wasn't that a mouthful, "And she pointed me here, to-"

An explosion rang out from the fenced town, in the direction of the largest building at the end of the road.

I was half concerned and half-amused.

She groaned and grabbed the cricket bat from… somewhere, probably the pip-boy actually. "...Primm. Well, come on tough guy, we got a pansy to hunt."

Well, I've gotten this far, so I can't exactly say no, now can I?

The NCR officer that would chastise you - like a bitch - was either asleep or dead, but the puddle of blood pooling under his head firmly proves the latter. Unfortunate. We had to do a little parkour, but eventually, we managed to get onto the semi-destroyed bride while avoiding the NCR officers.

In fact, I think a few saw me, or are just blind because no one has pointed us out yet.

The view of Primm was… weird. It was mostly empty, aside from a few dead bodies. The town was bigger than the game, but that's to be expected. It's not really running on a game engine from twelve years ago.

The Bison Steve sign was on its last legs, large black scorch marks painting the metal shaft.

I held my hand up to Jenny. She stopped, but stayed quiet and gave me a questioning look.

"...we got company." I whispered, equipping my .357, taking aim. She nodded and pulled out her bat. I shook my head. Te each their own I guess.

There were two Powder Gangers, both with their backs to us.

We were close enough to hear… snippets of their conversation. I wouldn't exactly call it a conversation though. One was just running their mouth and the other was just grunting as he nodded along.

"So… you hear about James? The guy who took that Incinerator from the vault? Yeah, turns out that he-"

*Bang!*

He dropped dead.

I turned to my left, giving Jenny a look because she snatched my pistol out of my hands and shot the guy.

"Jenny. The fuck? We had the advantage of-"

"Surprise. Yeah, I know. But they're Gangers, and I just want to put that checkered suit motherfucker in the ground." She interrupted, taking another potshot at the last Ganger.

She couldn't get the shot off before he turned, taking aim.

I snatched the pistol out of her hands and shot him.

He fell like a bag of bricks.

I gave Jenny one last unamused look, "How about you tell me if you need a gun, I have several. You don't need to snatch it out of my hands if you want to shoot someone."

At least she had the decency to look sheepish about it!

"He heh… yeah, sorry."

I nodded, "At least you apologized." I opened my pip-boy and after a moment, a 9mm pistol manifested in my left hand. I held it out for her to grab, "Here."

She raised an eyebrow in confusion, "You're giving me this?"

I snorted, "I'd rather give you your own gun than have you snatch mine in the middle of a fire-fight."

She pouted, "Oh, piss off. I said I was sorry!"

I shook my head.

…We should probably look for some survivors.

-=Wishing For A Nuclear Winter=-