It started so well. We'd found the place, but we didn't want another fiasco like the Red Sands Bunker, so we decided to stop into the nearest junktown and get the lay of the land first. She was at her best, charming and intimidating, all at once. The people in the town were almost competing to give us every scrap of information we needed before we headed over to the old base.
Then they came. They came striding down the main street like they owned the place, and the folk of that little scrapyard acted like they did too. They all got real quiet, and about half of them disappeared indoors. You could tell this was a tough crew, well armed and armored, with that grizzled look that long-time fighters get. You could tell that she knew it too, because she got real still. These were definitely the guys we'd come looking for, but now wasn't the time. Until that damned kid got mouthy.
This kid couldn't have been more than nine or ten years old, but he was real impressed by us. He started talking some junk about how things were going to change, and the hard boys took notice. They would have killed him, but she stepped in. Damned if I don't wish she didn't. In seconds, bullets were flying, townsfolk were running for cover. When the dust settled, all of those tough guys were lying dead.
And so was she.
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