Bearcat wrote:I want moar.
Here you go, Bearcat.
Morning came and found us searching the town for Angel. Barbara found some signs of recent activity and it sure as hell wasn't from us.
"Jakob, look at this. Is this Angel's ?" Flynn asked.
"Yeah, that's the ring I gave her. I wonder why the hell she'd take it off and leave it behind ?" Jakob replied.
"Maybe that's the reason, Jakob." I said, pointing towards a burned out truck with a few bodies near it.
"Sweet Jesus, what the hell happened here ?" Flynn said.
"I don't know, but I don't like the looks of this." I replied. We checked the bodies and none of them were Angel, much to Jakob's relief.
"Chimpov, look at this." Flynn said, handing me a piece of paper.
"What the hell ?" I said, under my breath. The note Flynn handed me was a bounty for anyone bringing in captured survivors to some self-appointed ruler of the wastes, a guy named Breeder. The note had the location of where Breeder was staying and how much he'd give for certain folks. The note left a bad taste in my mouth and had bad mojo written all over it. Not to mention it pissed me off royally.
"What are we going to do about this, Chimpov ?" Flynn asked.
"We're going to pay this Breeder asshole a visit and see if he's got Angel." I replied. We traveled to where the note said to go and found a makeshift camp, similar to the ones you'd see in old photos of World War 2. We walked around the camp for a bit, making note of the guards, if you could even call them that, and other points of interest like the cattle pen with prisoners. One thing that struck me as odd was the fact we walked right in with our weapons and no one said anything. Breeder obviously didn't know the first thing about being a wasteland ruler, but then again I had no idea if that was on purpose or not.
"Attention, campers. I'm looking for a guy named Breeder." I said.
"I'm Breeder, friend." said a guy dressed in what looked like a cross between Mad Max and steampunk attire. I couldn't tell if he was carrying a weapon, but I'm pretty sure if Breeder had half a brain, he'd have a gun on him somewhere.
"Well, Breeder, I've got questions for you." I said.
"About what ?" Breeder asked.
"Well, for starters, have you seen this woman ?" I replied, showing him the photo of Angel I had gotten from Jakob.
"Nice looking girl there, friend. Sadly, she hasn't come through my camp just yet. And plenty of girls have come through here." Breeder said.
"Where do they go from here ?" Flynn asked.
"Well, that's a trade secret, friend. I can't rightly tell you that since I don't know your intentions are." Breeder replied.
"My intentions are to get the woman back from whoever has her, be it you or someone else. Now, Breeder, I'm going to be nice and ask you again. This time, I better get a right answer or I'm going to get really angry. You don't want to see me when I'm angry, Breeder. It ain't a pretty sight." I said.
"Friend, I'd think very carefully about pissing me off because you don't want to make an enemy of me." Breeder said.
"Fine with me." I said. Breeder started laughing as he thought he got me where he wanted me. His laughter was cut short by a shot from my 1911 that landed square in his leg. Before his guards could do anything, Flynn and Jakob opened fire and took them out. I walked over to Breeder, who was busy crying in pain, and asked him where Angel had gone.
"Ok, she came through here. My guys found her by herself in a couple towns over and brought her here. I traded her to some dude named Philo for some pills and booze. He said he was headed for a place called San Romero. Knew of a farmhouse near there with an old guy and two more women he could trade me." Breeder said. I saw red as I knew exactly where 'Philo' was headed.
"Breeder, tell me all you know about this 'Philo' and I may let you live. If you don't, I let my friend Jakob here, kill you. The woman you traded for pills and booze is his wife and he's not very happy that you did that." I said.
"Fuck you, man." Breeder said. He became a little more cooperative after I shot him in the leg again.
"Ok, he's got a small group of guys with him, no more than five or six. All dumb as rocks, except for him. He's pretty smart for a guy like him. He drives a black Suburban with Arizona plates on it. He left a few hours ago, so you might be able to catch him." Breeder said, in pain.
"Flynn, cut Breeder's prisoners loose. We'll let them deal with him." I said. We left the camp behind and Breeder was alive when we left, but I doubt he would be for much longer as the folks in the camp started towards him with evil intentions in their eyes and fence posts in their hands. I can't say that I'd feel sorry if they killed the bastard. I know I would've.