Two Best Friends play F3, chapter 5

(within Kyle's mind, two hours later)- "oh c'mon AJ, Titan? really? i doubt he's here too." "don't make assumptions before you've seen the evidence, Kyle. i saw him leading a pack of muties with my own eyes. i'm not fucking with you." voices, there were voices echoing around me as i floated around in a dark void. i recognized them immediately, one being my own while the other was AJ's, and both continued to talk. "no. no, there's no fucking way in HELL Titan would be able to do that. does he even know what he's leading!?" "calm down you idiot! we have to stay calm and keep our heads on straight. now, as much as i hate to admit it........we're going to need some help from Lyons." "and how'll we get his help!? he hates our guts after i set his daughter straight! is there anyone else who could help us?" "nope, the Outcasts are too stubborn to help those who need it, and well......you remember how much of a pain in the ass the Enclave is, right?" AJ's and my voices argued back and forth, and before i could interject with my own voice, a scene opened in front of me, showing me and AJ, huddled over a planning table with worn expressions. "then either we have no choice but to make nice with the Brotherhood, or we do this on our own. *sigh* of all the bullshit we've encountered so far. why do we have to make nice with that fucking daddy's girl?" "we? you're doing that on your own. i don't care how you do it, i don't care if you have to sleep with the bitch to do it, we need the Brotherhood's assistance or we're not going to hold out against an army as big as the one that turd is amassing." AJ snapped, and hearing myself heave a tired sigh, the scene faded, and i was once more shrouded in black. "are you really going to do it? do whatever it takes to get that bitch to help us?" "i have to, charlotte. i don't know what hell i'd do if i'd found you dead coming back from patrol one day, among Paradise Falls burning to the ground, or worse, turned into one of THEM." my voice hissed, dripping with disdain for what i could only presume were the super mutants. "but why? why do you care about me so much when we haven't even known each other a year? why are you so against the idea of possibly having to sleep with Sarah Lyons to assure her assistance?" "why aren't you opposed to it? you're my girlfriend, charlotte! cheating on you would be the equivalent of carving my heart out with my own knife. i don't want to betray you like that." with that another scene opened up in front of me, showing me in what looked like NCR ranger armor, with my hooded trenchcoat over it and a white skull helmet nestled in the crook of my left arm. following my right, i'd found it cupping charlotte's cheek, whose hair had grown longer, and body more buxom. "i don't care if you betray me, Kyle! this is a life or death situation! if anything, you have my permission, just this once." charlotte protested, mimicking my own posture and caressing my face tenderly. "you won't lose me for doing what you had to do. you know that. you know i love you too much to have that be true." charlotte continued, and just like that, the scene once more faded to black, only for me to go blind with it.


(Paradise Falls barracks, 7:45 AM)- "ngyuh!" i snorted groggily, shooting up into a sitting position off my bed, scanning for any immediate threats before laying back down. "just a dream. it was just a dream." i muttered in relief, wrapping my arm around the only other source of warmth in my bed at present, squeezing her close to me with a smile. "mmm, Kyle? what time is it?" charlotte's groggy voice asked, sitting up in bed and reaching for my pip-boy, that i'd removed last night. "7:45. okay, five more minutes." charlotte hummed appreciatively, diving back under the covers, and rolling on top of me with a cheshire grin. "charlotte! AJ's still asleep, remember?" "uh-uh, he got up a couple hours ago to get the rookies awake. figured he'd let you sleep in for a while, after the day you had yesterday. and, given he had no instructions for me...." charlotte trailed off, rubbing her panty-clad ass against my rapidly hardening erection with an insatiable growl. "charlotte, as much as i want to, and believe me, with what you're wearing it would be hard NOT to want to, i'm as much a leader of T.W.O. as AJ, and i need to help him run cadence. beside that point, you should be doing drills with the rooks too. you're technically not in T.W.O.; well, not yet anyway." i explained simply, sliding out from under charlotte's form, and rolling out of my bed to put on my boxers, followed by my pants. "i still can't believe you sleep in the nude." "what? it's comfortable. and don't pretend like you hate it, i didn't hear you complaining when you were grinding against my cock a few seconds ago." i breathed hotly, smirking when charlotte pouted immaturely, crossing her arms over her impressive chest. "oh c'mon char! you can't really expect us to be sexually active this early in out relationship. especially when we never get any privacy to do the deed in the first place." i griped in annoyance, distinctly remembering the two times before GNR where AJ completely cock-blocked me. "oh believe me, i talked to AJ about that. he promised me to never try and interfere with our relationship, on one condition." "and that would be?" "that i don't carry out my castration threat against him. and i accepted, making him also promise us that the first chance the rookies got, they'd find materials to build us our own room, along with rooms for AJ, and pretty much anybody else who feels they need a bit more privacy. now take off those fucking pants, get back in this goddamn bed, and make. me. scream. AJ doesn't need you right now, and i'm too riled up to think straight. so come." charlotte ordered harshly, and while i could play the 'i'm your superior, you listen to ME' card, i found A) i didn't want to, and B) charlotte was right. AJ could do well without me, hell, he's almost my clone, barring of course the difference in physical appearance. throwing caution to the wind this once, i undressed once more, and slid back under the covers, letting charlotte climb back on top of me, and slide her panties down her legs, until i felt my now rock-hard erection press against something wet, and very, very hot. "mmm; it feels so good, rubbing up against it! put it in me." charlotte ordered, and obliging in kind, i slid down a bit, and thrust up into her pussy, my eyes going wide and my tongue lolling out of my mouth when charlotte's inner walls clung to me like a velveteen vice. i couldn't even form words, but charlotte could, raking her nails down my chest and giving an animalistic growl. "oooh yeah. that is nice." charlotte purred, pushing up off of me, before slamming right back down with a yelp of surprise. "i'm sorry, it's been a long while since i've been able to be the dominant one in the bedroom, but this feels too good to stop doing it!" charlotte apologized needlessly, while i continued to say nothing, putting all my focus into keeping from release as long as possible; a difficult feat, with how charlotte was pushing all the right buttons. i had to say something though, charlotte was pushing me to the edge fast, and i didn't want her to hit the ceiling because i couldn't get the words out in time. "char, i'm getting close-" "then do it, cum inside me. i already told you i'm sterile, otherwise i wouldn't be doing this right now." charlotte explained, and doing as she asked, i climaxed, laying my head back against my pillow, and feeling charlotte's muscles all contract at once at the sensation of hot cum filling her womb.


"mmmm Kyle baby that feels nice! oh.......wow." charlotte panted, collapsing onto my chest with a grin on her face, the lace of her lingerie bra somewhat irritating the shallow scratches on my chest. "damn charlotte. that.....wow." i panted myself, pulling a hand up to rest on her back, unclipping her bra and tossing it aside so it didn't interfere with my touch. "any reason why you just pulled my bra off and dumped it off the side of our bed?" "oh-ho-ho, it's our bed now is it? i seem to remember a couple of weeks ago you were too afraid of me to try and insinuate stuff like that." "oh shut up, and answer the goddamn question. smartass." charlotte quipped with a good natured smirk, her words heated, but her eyes amused and contented. "well, i don't like that when i'm trying to rub your back, there's always something getting in the way of my fingers touching your skin. i always felt it was comforting to have skin to skin contact when someone does this gesture, makes you feel safe within the person's company. that, and the bra was kind of irritating the scratch wounds you were so gracious to leave behind on my chest." i chuckled, watching charlotte's cheeks go dark red under her mahogany skin, a beautiful combination of colors that i wished i could see more often. "what?" charlotte asked, catching my long stare with a concerned expression on her face. "nothing, just taking in the sights. beautiful combination of colors, if i do say so myself." i smirked, saying just what i had thought, and making charlotte blush that much redder at the compliment. "i....thank you. but what i want to know is, why me?" "why not you?" "well, you could've easily gone for someone who shares your.....ethnicity, i think is the most politically correct term the people back when used, but you flirted with me instead. why?" "because char, ethnicity is just another label. i don't care about the color of somebody's skin, or what happened to their skin in the first place. i judge people by their character, and what they choose to do with the situation they're given. remember Moriarty's, when i stood up for Gob? i did that because where i'm from, people are constantly labeled, picked on and put down just because they look different than us. they didn't see things like i do. and i don't want that to carry over here, and i definitely DON'T want to do that or for that to happen to you. was that an adequate explanation?" i explained, raising an eyebrow at the end and waiting for charlotte's response. "i.....yeah. thank you." charlotte replied, a sincerity in her tone that went unmatched by anyone i'd ever met, even my enemies. "you're welcome, char. now, let's get dressed and see what senõr cock-blocker has done to our fine soldiers, shall we?" "nooo! i wanna stay in with you!" charlotte whined petulantly, and i was just about to remind her that we could be needed outside, when AJ and a group of five ex-raiders breezed through the doors of the barracks, AJ storming past us while one of the former raiders chattered hastily readied words to him. "you, and you. get your asses out of bed, we've got trouble headed our way." "what? from where?" i asked, already sliding on my boxers and pants, and lacing up my boots the second i stepped into them. "slavers, at least they're armed like slavers. possibly from The Pitt, but i wouldn't be surprised if these fucktards are an entirely different headache altogether." "well fuck me, are the others at least competent enough to hold out against them yet?" "should be, but i make no promises." AJ and i conversed, growing more worried by the minute, while i slid my trenchcoat on and my armor plating. "of all the bullshit that gets thrown in our way, we have to get attacked by roaming slavers the first fucking day we run cadence. if i had power armor, i'd crush the skulls of each and everyone of those turdfuckers, for even trying to push us around and get their precious little town back." i snarled angrily, sliding my shotgun and my Bowie Knife into their respective holsters, before looking back to charlotte, who was all ready to go in her metal armor, sans helmet. "well? what are we waiting for, the next Great War? let's lynch these bastards!" she barked, storming past me with a purpose, unholstering her .44 as she went. "i swear to you AJ, i love that woman, but she's going to be the death of me." "ditto, dude. ditto." wait a minute, ditto? looking back at AJ with a raised brow, i could see his arm wrapped around the shoulders of a silver-haired ex-raider, who i remember from the Super-Duper Mart. "wait, i know this one. Ravager, right?" "that's right bossman, ready to rock and roll when you are!" the woman yipped with a mild british accent, making me almost step back in surprise, but continue forward out the door nonetheless. "wonderful. make sure AJ doesn't get his ass blown up should i have to break off from him, i can't babysit him all the time." "like i'm the one that needs babysitting, mr. 'i sneak off to steal mini nukes'! if anything, i pray to god crimson manages to keep your crazy ass in line should shit go south." AJ snapped in irritation, but i paid him no heed, instead hearing commotion outside the walls. it sounded like talking, but it didn't sound like it was going to be just that for very long. "where are your commanding officers! speak dogs, or i'll have you all collared and sent to The Pitt!" "fuck off you piece of slaver dogshit, we ain't your slaves no more!" one of the ex-raiders hollered from his position on the wall, keeping a sniper level with someone i couldn't see until i'd come through the front gate. "ah, looky here. the cowards FINALLY show their faces." one of the five slavers in the party taunted, stepping forward and allowing me a good look at him. he wasn't much, greasy coal black  shoulder-length hair, with a beard that could make a mountain man green with envy, i barely noticed the eyepatch covering his left eye, and the scars running down his arms. he'd look like shit, put bluntly. either that, or he just got done hugging a Deathclaw.


"you're one to talk, gathering up a posse to storm onto OUR territory. so, what do you slaver cockbites want, uh? your little headquarters back? recompense for killing all your buddies? more slaves to work your steel mills in Pittsburgh? or is it a combination of all three?" i sneered with unfettered disdain, barely able to keep my hand from reaching up to my shotgun, whipping it out, and giving these bastards a one-way ticket on the shotgun express straight to hell. "well, looks like the kid ain't as dumb as he looks. look kid, i'll make ya a deal. you give us the whore you've been hiding with you since Eulogy died, and we'll stay outta yer way. if you don't, me, my posse, and about forty other slavers waiting outside town will kill you all, and burn this shit hole to the ground. it's too tainted by you dicks to stand very much longer anyway." the head slaver drawled out, and having enough, i pulled out my shotgun, racking the slide and ejecting a spent shell. "you talk a big game, but nobody, and i mean NOBODY, torments a young woman for three years of her life and gets away with it, only to ask for her back not two weeks after her freedom. now, this is your first, and last warning. get the fuck out of here, or things are gonna get messy." i warned ruthlessly, my teeth gritting in anger after remembering charlotte's story. "don't do nothin' stupid, kid. that bitch you kept alive ain't worth it. she's just a whore, nothin' more, nothin' le-" he didn't even get to finish his sentence when his head was thoroughly ventilated, but i was surprised when it wasn't me who did it. i'd wanted to, but i couldn't have gotten my shotgun up fast enough to do so before the shot rang out. besides that, i could clearly tell what it was, and i knew who the person was who fired it. "i'm sick; and i'm tired; of people calling me a whore." charlotte seethed from behind us, the barrel of her .44 still smoking intimidatingly. "holy shit, that crazy bitch killed the boss." "what happens now?" "the fuck do you mean what happens now, we kill these assholes!" three of the five slavers argued back and forth, and raising my shotgun, i cleared my throat, only to find they were too caught up in their bickering to notice. so, doing the next best thing, i fired off a slug into the back of the furthest right slaver's skull, sending him to the ground and making the slavers left cease their bickering, staring back at me in shock. "i won't ask again. get. the fuck. out of here." i growled, racking the slide and ejecting another spent shell to prove my point. "fuck you, asshole! we got the better numbers, and we ain't leavin' until you bitches are dead, or we get Paradise Falls back!" one of the remaining four slavers piped up, only to receive buckshot sandvich, hold the everything except buckshot. "alright then, you dumbfucks don't want to leave? boys, let's take care of these squatters, eh?" i asked our small army, who hollered howls of ascent, a menagerie of weapons cocking in unison making the slavers left in the courtyard outside our front gate step back in surprise. "we may only have fifteen head at the moment, not counting me, Crimson and Blackhawk, but that's fifteen head that are faster, smarter, and better equipped than you. last chance. back it down, or start writing your Last Will and Testament. any further hostility will be met with lethal force, and i really don't want to burn your corpses." i continued to warn, holding my shotgun with one hand, and pulling out my Bowie Knife in the other, flipping it upwards from southpaw into normal grip. "alright! alright! we surrender! just don't-" the man was cut off for the last time when a round from my shotgun blasted his brains out, dropping him to the ground. "i didn't say i was taking prisoners, i said i wanted you fucks off our land. boys, get rid of them." i ordered, standing back with my arms crossed as the three slavers left were cut down in a hail of gunfire, and dropped to the ground trying in vain to keep the blood in. "ah shit. BOSS! THEY WEREN'T KIDDING ABOUT FORTY HEAD OF SLAVERS!" one of our lookouts yelled down from his perch atop the giant Big-Boy look alike, getting out his sniper rifle and firing off a round towards their location. " alright then, charlotte, get any T.W.O. merc that isn't on wall duty out here and armed to the teeth yesterday. these bastards are going to put up a fight to be reckoned with, and i don't want to lose good men because we were ill equipped to deal with this kind of threat." i ordered, and with a confident nod, charlotte raced off underneath the main gate just before it closed, to get help for the fight ahead.


"this is going to be hell." AJ observed bluntly, while i ran a hand through my growing hair, heaving a pained sigh when i felt a headache begin to stir. "be that as it may, if and when we take these bastards down, the loot will be worth it if all of these guys are carrying Chinese ARs and Combat Shotguns like i expect them to. that'll be a definitive edge for our troops, and something to keep our own weapons in good condition while we're out and about. it would also help if we found another .44 on one of the corpses, but that's doubtful, given their rarity." i groused, turning the head slaver over from where he fell on the ground, and rifling through his pockets for anything of use. "wait a minute." i muttered, observing the unusually long pistol holster at the man's side, with an all black revolver sitting within. it looked .44 caliber, but it was hard to say until i pulled the gun out and had a look for myself. and indeed it was a .44, but it was alot different from any i'd seen before. in fact, it looked more like "a Taurus Raging Bull. i didn't think these existed back in the 50s." i muttered to myself, wondering if our entry into the Fallout universe had created a rift in time, and had transported weapons from our world into this one. in any case, a Raging Bull was doubtful to be repaired with a standard .44 caliber handgun, so strapping the holster to my waist, i slid the behemoth into it, buckling it down tight behind the hammer with a smirk. "even though charlotte can't repair hers with it, doesn't mean it won't do me any good." i muttered to myself once more, sliding back up to AJ's side with a new, reassuring weight on my leg. "char can't repair her gun with that?" "nope, it's a Raging Bull. caliber's the same, but all other parts would be useless to her if she tried to repair hers with it. i'll be keeping it though, never know when we might find another one." i grinned evilly, unbuckling the holster strap and pulling the mammoth handgun out, spinning the cylinder before cocking the hammer back, loading a round into the chamber. "do ya feel lucky? well, do ya punk?" i quoted with a cackle, spinning the handgun by its trigger guard, and sliding it into the holster before i accidentally shot myself. "pretty good. all those show tricks won't amount to shit though if you can't fire the thing. especially if with your skinny ass the recoil pulls your arm clean off." AJ quipped, and while it was true AJ possessed the better build of the two of us, i was always meant for precision and striking key areas, not clobbering people outright. besides which way, my body wasn't anything to scoff at either, if i could get somebody like charlotte wrapped around my finger like a class ring. "ah blow it out your ass, you know if i wasn't in the shape i am now, i would be dead by now. besides, if i were stick thin, how do you explain me being able to not only A) win charlotte's attention, but also B) fuck her and get Lyons butthurt 'cause she didn't get any?" i taunted with a raised eyebrow, remembering how the Brotherhood Sentinel had stared at me like a cut of meat before me and charlotte ended up getting intimate. "yeah yeah yeah, you managed to score some dark meat, big whoop. but you're dun fucked, 'cause you got the one with emotional baggage." "and i'll deal with it in time, but as of right now, it's me: 1, you: 0 on the 'getting laid' scoreboard." i taunted further, cackling triumphantly when AJ pouted, turning away. "the hell's taking those slavers so long to storm the beaches? i didn't think they had the patience to wait this long. this is shaping up to be some fishy shit." i wondered with a frown, peeking my head around the upturned care that served as one of the courtyard 'walls', only to pull my head back when 5.56 rounds rip through the space where it was not two seconds ago. "Scheißen! das war zu nahe!" i cursed in german, unholstering my new .44, and poking it through the holes in the car at my enemies. "seasons don't fear the reaper, but you should!" i yelled over the gunfire, blasting the man with the Chinese AR in the face, taking his nose clean off and sending the .44 round straight through his head and out the other side. "BOOM HEADSHOT, FOCK YER MOM!" i taunted with an evil grin, firing on the other slavers who'd funneled in through Paradise Falls' narrow pathway up. "hey guys, what did i- fuck!" charlotte yelped, jumping a foot in the air when a bullet whizzed past her ear, and i pulled her to the ground with me before she ended up dead.


"shut up! killing time starts now!" i ordered sharply, wincing when bullets whizzed through the gaps in my impromptu cover, getting closer and closer to me. the slavers were walking the shots on in, finally figuring out where i was. "hey assholes!" one of our recruits hollered, hoisting a........a Fat-Man towards the bottleneck, "burn in hell!" and with that, he slung the mini nuke off his shoulder at the slavers, grinning when it let out a cheery boom and emitted a mini-mushroom-cloud. i could tell he'd easily killed about thirteen of the fuckers, but they still kept coming, and the snipers that provided wall support didn't have a clear bead. hell, the only exception was Boomer, who was sat atop the Big-Boy-esque statue with his rifle, trying to clear out as many of them as he could. "char, you got an assault rifle on you by any chance?" "yeah, but why-" "then give it to me. i'm taking the fight to them, consequences be damned." i ordered with a growl, swiping the weapon from charlotte's hands the second she held it out, and storming out from behind my cover, jerking left and right to avoid the erratic small arms fire from the remaining slavers. "merry christmas you corrupt fuckers!" i hollered, bringing the weapon to bare and laying down cover fire for the slowly increasing amount of our troops, who'd come out to help and had assisted me in taking these bastards out. "i'll kill ya you dumb sonofa-" was all a slaver to my right got out before i'd swiveled on the ball of my foot, and unloaded a clip into his face, chucking the dry mag aside at the same time the corpse hit the ground. slapping a fresh mag in, i cocked the slide back, and turned left, keeping the slavers who were taking cover behind the sandbag walls at the front entrance down as long as i could, while keeping my eyes open for anyone else who was going to try what their friend had just a few seconds ago. "retreat! retreat! we ain't prepared for this!" one of the slavers ordered, and after hearing the order, i doubled my efforts, determined not to let these slimy weasels slip through the cracks. "keep up the fire! make sure they don't get away!" i commanded, opening fire on the back of a slaver who'd tried to make a break for it from their sandbag cover, only to hit the ground with a hefty thud when they realised they'd made a very poor mistake. i could hear assorted small arms still going while i hunted down the rest of the slavers, and upon all going quiet, i stilled, waiting for either side to cheer in triumph. "fuck yeah! eat shit you slaver pricks!" one of my men shouted in victory, which followed sounds of assent from the others among our ranks, growing in volume until you could hear our cheers from GNR. "don't get cocky ladies, we may have won the day, but these assholes won't rest until we're in the ground, DC is in chains, and their town is recaptured. this ain't the last we've seen of them, not by a longshot. now, if you'd all be so kind, scrounge up the weapons and ammo off of these corpses, and get them ready for burning! unless you want to be doing PT drills 'till sundown!" i barked sharply, watching the recruits who had come out to help quickly race over to the dead bodies in the courtyard, rifling through their pockets quickly and as efficient as they could, eager not to be doing drills with AJ as their instructor. "and they know i'd be even worse. win-win." i smirked darkly, until Ravager had tried to pitch in, stopped by my hand. "you're the exception, Ravager. you and charlotte can stay inside for the time being, you guys aren't really apart of T.W.O. yet. and, i've noticed a certain someone," i began, leaning my head over her shoulder at AJ, "is rather sweet on you, so i'll do him this justice. because if our roles were reversed, i'm confident he'd do the same for char." i explained simply, smiling when Ravager nodded her assent, returning to AJ's side and getting up close to him with a grin.


(POV change, Chicago Illinois, later that evening)- "dead? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN MY HIT SQUAD IS DEAD?! i sent forty-six of the toughest motherfuckers in the remnants of the US, and you're telling me all forty-six of them were taken down by a bunch of punks?" an erratic and highly annoyed voice seethed from his desk, looking down at the radio on it with disdain. "sir, please, remember your condition. and these 'punks' happen to be alot more well equipped than we initially thought. hell, they look, sound, feel and think better than Talon Company or that red-headed bitch's little mercenary squad. and truth be told, i think they're more a small army than they are a bunch of greedy mercenaries with the way they cut down our men." "and what of the girl? what of Charlotte Dellums?" "we couldn't retrieve or kill her, sir. she took down Wolf before any of us knew what the hell was happening, and her boyfriend took out two more of our best after that as a warning. until we get a better read on these kids and their specialties, my best advice would be to just sit back and observe. they've proven too dangerous to attack head on, and we'll only lose more men if we continue to press the attack." the voice on the radio reasoned, and sitting back in his desk chair, the mystery man took a long puff of his cigar, staring out of his office window with a frown visible on his half-hidden face. "it still boggles my mind how three kids, and a bunch of ex-Raiders managed to take down my best. very interesting." the voice growled, taking another puff before swiveling around in his chair, facing his radio once more. "very well Commander Illich. for now, sit back and observe. don't interfere with their operations unless they interfere with your own, and when the time is right.....well, we'll have enough manpower that we won't need just forty-six men, we can crush them all and take DC by force. then nobody, not even the Brotherhood and Lyons' inept daughter, will be able to stop my expansion." the voice drawled methodically, stroking his white goatee with an evil smirk. "of course, Mr. Wilson. your word is law." and with this, the transmission cut short, leaving the man named Mr. Wilson to his thoughts.

(Raven Rock FOB, around the same time)- "Colonel Autumn! a word, if you please." a familiar voice snapped with authority, calling a man in a beige-colored duster up to his 'office' for lack of a better term. the man was none other than 'President' John Henry Eden, an AI created by the American government just before the Great War ravaged the US, and he was concerned, for lack of a better term. "yes, Mr. President? am i required for something of late?" the man in question, a Colonel Augustus Autumn, drawled out in his cultured Louisiana accent, folding his hands behind his back and awaiting the President's orders. "yes, i have just intercepted a radio transmission out of the ruins of Chicago. it appears, there is a new military on the rise, one with goals not unlike ours right here in the Capital Wasteland, and they are being targeted by slavers out west. because of this, i want you to send a Verti-bird detachment as soon as possible to Paradise Falls, if you would be so kind. i feel we should protect this budding army, until such a time as they either assimilate into the Enclave, or die by our hand for betraying such a noble nation as America with their Pseudo-Knightly nonsense." the 'President' ordered, and turning on his heel, Colonel Autumn went on his way, muttering obscenities under his breath about having to protect 'more filthy wastelanders' instead of dealing with the encroaching Brotherhood threat, like their goal had been when they first arrived here in Washington. "oh, and Colonel," the 'President' started up again, making Colonel Autumn turn on his heel towards the machine, "do keep them alive this time. you're already under watch because of your behavior a decade prior down in Louisiana, and i do hope you're intelligent enough not to make that mistake again. i am your president, and i have given you and order to PROTECT these young men and women. if i hear word reach me that even one of them is harmed this time, you'll be stripped of your rank, and cast out to let the Wasteland do with you as it will. do not fail me again, Colonel." "of course, Mr. President." Autumn replied curtly, turning on his heel once more and setting on his way, grinding his teeth in silent fury. Eden thought he was the one in control of the Enclave, but he was wrong. since he was only twenty, Augustus Autumn had almost full control of the Enclave, as he has for the past decade now. and Augustus Autumn wasn't about to take orders from a glorified toaster, who wanted him to protect a bunch of filthy wastelanders, especially when the 'President' dismissed him so easily. HIM, a Colonel in the last remnants of the United States military! well he wasn't going to play second fiddle to a computer for long. oh no. and even as he called in a Verti-bird assault team to take him to Paradise Falls, and crush this small army for the glory of the Enclave, he still fantasized of taking 'President' Eden's place, commanding Enclave forces with an iron fist.


(POV change, Paradise Falls, 10:35 PM)- "you're overthinking things again AJ. yes, we very likely have a new enemy to deal with now, but we've proven that we can take them on. all we need to do is grow our numbers quicker than them, and we'll be fine." i explained simply, emptying the rounds from my Raging Bull, and rotating the cylinder to stop on the space between the chambers, clicking the cylinder shut into the body and stashing the weapon in its holster, that i'd discarded in the footlocker beneath my bed. "this is just the tip of the iceberg though man! think about it. if the Enclave or the guy that got wind of his men getting slaughtered find out about this, we are d-o-n-e fucked! slavers we can handle, sure, but the Enclave would raze this place to the ground in no time fla-" AJ stopped talking, his face scrunched up at the distant sound of rotor blades, that drew nearer and nearer until it sounded like it was right on top of us. getting my Raging Bull back out from under my footlocker, i reloaded it, spinning the cylinder once again until the chambers were aligned with the barrel, putting on my war face. since our little skirmish earlier today, i hadn't taken off my gear, and it would prove beneficial, if the Enclave was indeed trying to knock knock knock on our haven's door. nodding to AJ in confirmation i was combat ready, i walked out the door to the barracks with him, pistol gripped firmly in my hand and a growl hung in my throat, should these tin-can wearing boyscouts want to fuck with our base.

AN- hey everybody, it's the DAWG back with another excerpt from: The Adventures of Kyle, and AJ! yayy! yayy! seriously though children, these cats have been through it all. so give this a read, and tell 'ol Three Dog whatcha think. for now those, this has been Three Dog, OWWWW and you're listenin' to Galaxy News Radio, givin' you the news on one shiny silver platter. ha ha! now, some music.