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"I'm surprised you're so very interested in my story. At this point, most people would be focused only on regaining the Platinum chip, and the monetary reward. I can understand, as I am a bit of an aficionado for pre-war information myself, but that was because I lived during the time period. Must we tarry over these things, when I've given you very clear instructions?"
Mr. House had a charming voice, just as the ghoul at the Old Mormon Fort had mentioned. Yet his half-condescending tone really irked me. Though he wasn't up-front with it, I knew the man...er, computer? whatever he was, really found himself above me. Just an hour earlier, he'd explained the situation, Benny, everything to me, requesting I go after Benny and get the package I was paid to deliver.
But I couldn't help it. A curious person and someone who was mystified with pre-War memorabilia, and here I was talking to yet anoth
O'Hanrahan for NachoMonster."After these scores, we're going to have to think of a new name for you guys," the Lieutenant said, wiping dust from his glasses and flipping through the clipboard. The combat readiness test had been passed with flying colors, and nobody beamed more than O'Hanrahan. The 'Misfits' as they were commonly known sat around a campfire, eating dinner. It wasn't the most opportune moment for briefing, but the Lieutenant had been busy.More Like This
"Guys?" Mags said sardonically, and then Razz pointed out,
"He thinks you're a guy. Don't worry, I know you're not."
"I think he's an idiot," Mags snapped, and before Razz could choke down another bite of his dinner, she threw her shoe at him. "I think you're an idiot too."
The Lieutenant, looking very uneasy, glanced away from the fiery blond and the mohawked young man. He opted for friendly-faced O'Hanrahan, who was eating heartily and didn't seem to notice the fight in front of him. "They uh. They told me