Thread:Eureka Enderborn/@comment-25344655-20151223012931/@comment-26084195-20160101093114

While taking a trip to Diamond City, Slythe comes across a rather distraught looking woman. Distraught people usually want something. And they're usually easier to milk for caps.

After learning that the woman's boss is missing, and using her charisma stat to get a promised 200 caps out of her, Slythe agrees to go find this... Nick Valentine.

Much sniping of people later...

"Hey there. You must be Nick Valentine. I'm here to bust you out."

"Thanks. You'll need to hack that terminal over there."

"Or I could just use the key I took from this idiot's corpse."

"That works too. Hey, it's not like I'm not grateful, but why would you risk life and limb for me?"

"200 caps is significant money. I'll do plenty for 200 caps."

"A mercenary, eh?"

"Just a shrewd businesswoman. Shall we?"

"Let's."

As the two made their way out of the Vault together, they found a group waiting for them at the door.

The man, ironically named Skinny Malone, speaks first. "Nicky? What are you doing? Shooting up my guys, breaking into my house, do you have any idea how much this will set me back?"

"I wouldn't be here if it weren't for your two timing dame, Skinny. She ought to write home more often."

The girl, who must be Darla, then spoke. "Aww, poor Valentine! Ashamed you got beat up by a girl? I'll just run back home to daddy, shall I?"

"You should've left us alone, Nicky! In this vault, I'm king of the castle, you hear? And I ain't gonna let some private dick shut us down while we've got a good thing going!"

"I told you we should have killed him!" Darla yelled. "But then you got all sentimental. All that stupid crap about the old times."

Finally, Slythe interjected something. "God you're a bitch. I mean, you are literally a stereotypical bitch, do you realize that?"

All eyes are on her in an instant. "Excuse me?" Darla sputters.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you not quite catch that? Well here, let me put it in terms I know you'll understand quite clearly." From behind her back she produces a pair of Molotov grenades which she hurls into the group of gang members, then leans on a pillar as she watches them all roast. Once the fires go out, Valentine speaks up.

"Well... it's a little unorthodox. Most players wait until the dialogue is over before throwing grenades, but it gets the job done. I don't relish the task of having to tell Darla's father that his daughter bit the big one. Now, let's get out of here."