Jensen was keeping still, trying not to struggle against this group of freaks. Cassius looked like someone had thrown him in a blender as a baby, the giant looked like one of his parents was a super mutant, the kid looked like like, well, a kid and the girl was fucking crying. Typical. He kept his hands in the open, didn't want one of these crazies to get too jumpy.



"Hey you guys," Jensen spoke slowly, "how bout we get somewhere a little more, uh, secure? For my sake, eh?" He looked around the faces, some bored, some angry, and the kid was doped for sure. "Look there were some ferals around here a week back, who knows what could be creeping around out there? You got one kid higher than the Diamond City walls and your girl here looks like she's about to break down in tears." Heh heh, twist the knife, he thought. "Lets go somewhere more civilized, talk this out like nice folks, eh?"





Cassius didn't take his eyes off of Jensen as he blabbered. He was trying to distract Cassius and the group, trying to confuse them and break them up. He leaned in close to Jensen, dropping his feet to the ground, and he slapped them man upside the head. Hard.



"Only shid' I wanna hear outta ya mouth's where's th' boy."

Gladys was the farthest from the group, who all huddled near the client and Cassius, but she still heard the snide remark the client directed at her. She looked to him with a scowl. “Fuck you,” was all she offered in response, her tone biting. This guy was obviously scum, and he likely wouldn’t talk until Winston ripped his arm clean off, so let’s get on with it, Gladys thought. More than anything, she wanted out of this Slocum’s Joe.


Any other time, she would have left the group by now (She preferred to work alone, anyway. Not to mention, she had no ties to this Ronnie guy) but after some consideration, she figured it would benefit her to make friends with these guys – She might need their help in the future because the Commonwealth is unpredictable, and having additional firepower was never a bad idea.

The boy was good with words and he handled the conversation well. The giant, well, he was good with his hands. He sat back from the table and studied the woman who still stood apart from the group. He stood from the booth and gave the kid a light pat on the shoulder as he scooted out of the way. He walked over to the large, shattered window overlooking the broken streets and dilapidated buildings that sagged in on themselves. He moved over to the woman and kept lookout while they went to work. 


Jensen quaked in his seat as his shoulder ground in its socket. He wanted to win, almost more than anything, he wanted Cassius to do what he was fucking told. But he wanted his arm too. The hand let up on his shoulder and he realized he'd been grinding his teeth from the pain. The stoner kid had said something to him. Fuck, something about ferals? Cassius looked him over and then stood up to leave.

"You people are fucking crazy." He quavered. "Okay, okay, deal. Now please ease up on the arm." 

He looked them over

"Listen, option 1, I tell you where Ronnie is and you go on your merry way. I'm open to option 1." He paused for effect. "But I like option 2 even more. It involves me paying you a lot of caps to break Cassius, crush his bones." He looked the two of them over. "Like I said, I'm open to both options, your choice"

As Cassius and Gladys looked out the window a the ruined landscape he noticed the telltale signs of a radiation storm coming over the horizon. There wasn't much in the way of freak weather in the Capital wasteland, just hordes of feral ghouls and endless desert. Actually, he thought, maybe there was more in common between the two than he thought. The shadows between the buildings began to bulge and move as silhouetted figures loped closer. He readied his rifle and cocked it back.



Behind him Jensen was looking at the looming clouds and spears of shining green light.

"Okay, okay you got me, guys." His voice cracked a little. "We stowed the kid away in a warehouse just outside Goodneighbor. He should be arriving right about now if you want to crash the party you're going to have to go now." He looked around at the faces glaring at him. "And if you're going to avoid having your insides cooked by that storm then you better leave me behind... yeah?"

(OOC: I am SO sorry for stalling the RP, I had intended to let you all know to skip me, but I got really busy this weekend at New York Comic Con and it slipped my mind.)

Gladys looked wistfully out the cracked window of the Slocum’s Joe, paying little mind to the quarrel happening behind her between the client and the rest of her group. The sky began to turn a sickly green color and she brushed her hand over the pistol at her side, knowing all-too-well that the undead would soon follow. She looked to Cassius then who stood nearest to her, gesturing towards the quickly approaching radiation storm.

“We should go,” she said, and stepped out of the donut shop, waiting for the others to join her. Above, lightning streaked across the darkened sky, and she could see ghouls off in a distance steadily approaching.