Thomas Stone examined the newcomer through his rifles scope as the man made his way to the entrance of Megaton. He looked tired but had still managed to realize he was being watched. The newcomer moved a little faster towards the entrance.
He had seen his type before. Though young, the man had the hard look of someone toughened by the wasteland. Stone lowered his sniper rifle and eased himself back on the catwalk to continue his vigil.
The sheriff had hired Stone after a display of his skills. It was only on a temporary basis and most likely would last just until the new shipment of Aqua Pura was fully secure. That suited Stone just fine. Megaton was a decent place, as far as settlements go, but there was nothing to tie him here.
The only other person with him was Stockholm and as usual, the guard felt the need to fill the peaceful silence with useless noise, “Probably just another merc looking for work. Ya reckon?”
Outright ignoring Stockholm didn’t seem to work so Stone just nodded in his direction, “Probably.’
A few more moments passed and Stone scratched at the jagged scar on the side of his face. It still surprised him that after all these years the thing still itched like crazy! The motion was a mistake.
Stockholm caught the action and then grinned. The words that spewed out of his mouth were as predictable as night following day.
“You know the pot is getting pretty big now? Almost 400 caps! A lot of money for the person who guesses right on how you got that scar. I’m betting Deathclaw.”
Stone grunted in response then pushed himself to his feet. He’d heard about this stupid pool. If they only knew they wouldn’t be as eager to bet hard caps.
“My shift is over.”
With that he made dropped down lightly to the entrance of the Megaton and pressed the button.
His plan was to head to Moriarty’s Saloon but when he saw the newcomer and Hannibal entering Carver’s Fix, he decided he’d see if the old man had managed to source him that Ripper he had enquired about.
The pushed through the door and then leaned against the wall, waiting till the others had concluded their business. As he waited he lighted a cig.
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