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[The NCR had sent Norman to the Vault because the area was surrounded by Fiends, and he was damn good at blending among the various "criminal" groups around the Mojave. No way an ordinary NCR trooper would be able to get inside without being attacked. And according to their intelligence, exactly what was inside was of such great importance that they couldn't possibly wait to go after it just in case Caesar's Legion got wind of it and acted first. Norman was searching for a box of special bottles that appeared to be beer or vodka bottles, but were actually filled with a chemical that, when introduced into a water supply, could spread a deadly bacteria that would wipe out anyone who drank the contaminated water for at least a month.

Unfortunately, finding the bottles was turning out to be far more difficult that Norman had anticipated. He'd gotten into the Vault in the first place by wearing old, torn and dirty clothes that could pass as those a typical raider or Fiend might wear. He'd even bought a few chems from them to help gain their trust (and to use them later, though he planned to tell the NCR that he'd disposed of them instead). The Vault seemed to be empty of Fiends, luckily, but he wasn't too optimistic that he wouldn't eventually run into ghouls or worse.

10mm pistol in hand, Norman opens the door to the Vault infirmary, hoping he might have some more luck locating the bottles in there.]

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...Nothing yet.

[He glances around the room-- door, what door? as he clicks away from the screen and loads another file, with some boring title like "4/16-5/16 Results", and his breath forces out between his teeth in a hiss as pictures begin to load-- a squat, round faced man, his features recognizably the same as those of the first monster they'd encountered, a large dun colored cat, various machines and horrible in-progress pictures of their transformations.]

Fuck. Jayden, you might wanna see this. [He sucks in a low breath.] Well, now we know what they were up to in here.

[The next locker has nothing useful in it either. He curses under his breath, wondering if the bottles might not be here after all. But at Joel's words, he turns to him and then walks over to the terminal. The images are incredibly repulsive. How could anyone do this to another person?]

Aw, hell.

[It does make him feel worse for the way they'd killed the others, but what choice did they have? It was either kill or be killed.

And then he glances away from the terminal, and notices a panel on the floor that seems to be slightly raised. Tilting his head curiously, he walks over to it.]

Hey, did you see this tile?

[Squatting down, Norman pulls it up... and sees several duty, old whiskey bottles. His eyes widen, and he reaches down to pull one up.]

Here they are...

[Joel's breath catches in his throat. Well, shit, this is it. He gives a little cough, trying to seem and sound casual.]

Huh. Don't look like much to me.

[He walks up behind Jayden as if to get a better look at the bottles himself, getting into position for a stranglehold while quietly drawing his pistol as backup. Best if he could drop the other man without kicking up a ruckus-- maybe he wouldn't even have to kill him.

Joel steps closer, hoping that Jayden doesn't turn around. If he could catch him unawares, he'd grab him in a chokehold. Otherwise, it'd have to be an old fashioned hold-up.]

[Norman is far too distracted by the find to pay any mind to Joel's behavior. This is it... it's always thrilling to finish a difficult job. Well, not finish just yet. He still has to deliver the bottles back to McCarran, but that part should be easy enough.]

I know, but this has to be it.

[Still ignoring Joel, he starts pulling the rest of the bottles out of the hidden hole. Three in total. They should fit into his pack once he's emptied out a few things.]

I'm just sure of it.

[He watches as Jayden sets the bottles down, where they'd hopefully be out of the way.]

Good.

[And that's the last thing Joel says before reaching out and wrapping his arm around Norman's neck, hooking the crook of his elbow beneath his jaw in a tight chokehold.]

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[He's about to turn around at that point, only to find a strong arm around his throat, choking him. Oh no... fuck, he'd misjudged this guy badly! Norman tries to fight against him in the panic of having his air cut off, his hands trying in vain to pull the arm away from him. Unfortunately, it's not looking good, and it isn't too long before he slumps unconscious in the hold.]

[Joel holds the grip for a few more seconds, considering-- it would be so goddamn easy right now, just to squeeze a little tighter, a little longer, and finish it-- but gradually his grip loosens, and he lets Norman drop to the floor. Moving quickly, he strips off his jacket, tying Jayden's arms behind his back. It would be enough to slow him down for a little longer, at least, while Joel wraps up the transaction. He packs the bottles into his bags, well cushioned, and then turns to head out without a second glance.]

[Norman is out cold for a little while; long enough for Joel to vacate the premises. At first he's surprised to find himself alive, then grimaces when he feels lingering pain at his throat from being choked. Goddamn! How could he have been so careless? Well, now he's gonna have to fix his mistake and hunt Joel down. Step one: getting to his feet.

That might be a bit easier if he wasn't feeling dizzy and his arms weren't tied behind his back with is own jacket. Luckily a jacket doesn't make for tight knots, and he manages to free himself after some wriggling of his wrists. The next thing Norman does is check to make sure his other belongings are still on him. They are... thankfully.

Step two: take a shot of Med-X. After what happened, he sure as hell needs it to calm his racing heart and shaking hands. That helps, but he doe realize he's wasting time here too. Norman takes a few deep breaths, before starting on his way out of the vault. He's very careful now, aware that there's probably still one monstrosity roaming the halls. At one point he hears growling from a room and his flight instincts kick in, sending him fleeing for the exit to the vault.

Once outside, he has to take another breather and assess the situation. Joel can't have gotten too far... but Norman's no tracker. He doesn't know what direction the man went in, or who he's working for. But he's gonna take a logical guess, and assume the Legion. Who else would know about those biological weapons? There had been rumors of information leaks at McCarran for awhile now, so there's a chance the Legion found out about them that way.

Still, Joel didn't strike him as a Legion man. It was possible he was simply hired by them, in which case Norman highly doubts he'll be left alive if he makes that delivery. The Legion won't want to risk him spreading word.

Sighing, he considers where the nearest Legion camp is based on his current location. A bit to the north, or maybe east... northeast, probably. If he hurries, maybe he can still intercept Joel on his way. He has to try.]

[The trip out of the vault had been anticlimactic as hell. Joel had gotten out without encountering so much as a single molerat, raider, or vault-bred monstrosity. It's late afternoon by the time he manages to squeeze around the heavy vault door and squint into the hazy late-afternoon sky.

The dropoff point is due northeast, at a small abandoned gas station set next to the interstate. His contact had said he'd be waiting there for him at sundown today. With any luck, Joe would make it just in time. He moves quickly, not bothering to mask his tracks. He doesn't have time-- and hell, even if Jayden catches up with him, he'll probably have wrapped up the transaction and been well on his well by then.

He crests the last hill with the sun hanging fat and orange in the sky and shades his eyes with one hand as he looks over the station. His contact's fat brahmin is tethered to one of the pumps, but Joel can't see hide nor hair of the man himself. Did he tell Joel he'd wait inside? Joel can't really remember...

Well, whatever. He'd head down and finish up the exchange.]

[Joel may be moving quickly, but pretty soon after exiting the vault, Norman starts running in the direction of the Legion camp, like his life depends on it. Which it very well might. The sun is setting and he knows it's not good to be wandering the Wasteland alone at night like this, but that thought is ranked far behind the importance of retrieving those bottles before the Legion gets their hands on it.

When he crests the same hill Joel had done a bit earlier, he doesn't see anything except the abandoned gas station. Still a little farther off, then? By now Norman is drenched in sweat and panting for breath, but he still tries to scan the area from this higher viewpoint for any sign of life. Things are starting to seem bleak. Still, he refuses to give up, and starts forward again, toward the station.]

[Joel's footprints in the sand are clear as day-- Norman was moving fast enough that he just about missed him as he enters the gas station, gun drawn, because contact or not he's not about to let his guard down.

There's movement in the back room, behind the counter, and Joel's fingers tighten on the trigger as his contact steps out of the gloom, cocky smile in place.]

You kept me waiting, old man.

[Joel snorts, in relief as much as exasperation, and begins holstering his gun.]

Like hell I did. Why are you skulkin' around in here? Thought we were wrapping this up outside.

[He glances up just in time to catch the sideways flick of the other man's eyes-- sweat beading on his forehead, standing alone in the dark in a location he hadn't secured, shit-- and he throws himself to one side, feeling the sharp edge of a blade score across his back and left shoulder as his contact turns tail and bolts out of the room. Joel snarls with pain, whirling with his gun half-drawn to catch a glimpse of silver armor, red and brown-- what the fuck was the Legion doing here?-- as the man raises his sword again and Joel shoots him twice in the chest.

There's the sound of footsteps close by-- two more Legionnaires appearing from a side room, as Joel realizes that he is in deep, deep shit.]

[Norman follows those footprints until he notices they taper off in the direction of the station door itself. He also notices more sets of footprints from the other direction... how many, it's impossible to tell from here. Becoming increasingly concerned about the situation, Norman also draws his pistol and decides to walk toward the station, catching his breath at the same time.

He's about to open the door when he hears the sounds of a scuffle from inside. Shit! Joel has to be in there, and from the sounds of it, his transaction isn't going too smoothly. It has to be Legion, he knows it! And Norman also knows he has to do whatever he can to protect those bottles.

Taking a deep breath, he goes ahead and opens the door slowly... and finds Joel standing in the middle of the rundown station, surrounded by a few Legionaries. It looks like they were just gonna cut him in two, but now their attention has turned to the newcomer in the room. One of the Legionaries who isn't holding Joel at swordpoint aims a shotgun at him, and Norman starts to wonder about the wisdom of coming inside here.

Gathering his courage, he speaks out before anyone can fire off any shots or fillet anyone.]

H-hey! Wait! Don't kill him! He doesn't have the right bottles!

[That immediately gives the Legionaries pause. They squint at him skeptically; an apparent raider who somehow knows what's going on here.]

We were working together, but he decided to try tricking you guys by taking worthless bottles to you and leaving me behind. I was gonna get the real bottles myself, but I need Joel because I can't hack terminals for shit. Let us go back to the vault, okay?

[He keeps his tone respectful with a hint of pleading. The Legion are like wolves; they always like to feel like the alphas in any situation. And by the way they're still hesitating, he thinks he might get their lives spared. Obviously the bottles are too important to Caesar for them to take any risks.

The Legionary with the shotgun walks over to Norman and grabs his arm, the barrel of the firearm pointed unnervingly close to his head.]

"You two will stay in here while we contact our officers. Try anything funny, and we'll cut off your feet."

[Following that threat, one of the Legionaries retrieves some rope from outside and goes to tie him and Joel together, back to back. Perfect... just perfect. But they aren't dead, and there's still a chance this can work out. If the Legionaries are arrogant enough to leave them in here improperly guarded, they might be able to escape. If not, they can find a way in the Vault.]

Edited 2013-11-12 22:27 (UTC)

[Joel had just about thought it was the end for him. He was outnumbered and outgunned, one arm bleeding at his side and the gun out at an awkward angle. He'd never be able to take the both of them before one sliced his head clean off his shoulders when-- Jayden comes bursting in, talking fast, and Joel doesn't even know what he's saying, he's so fucking surprised...

Somehow, through ~~witchcraft~~ some strange, uncanny combination of pleading, quick talking, and bullshit, the man manages to convince the Legionaries to let them live a little longer, though Joel isn't sure that being tied back to back with his back still bleeding sluggishly is really all that much of an improvement in their situation.

Keeping an eye on the Legionaries standing to one side, Joel starts trying to work the small knife out of his pocket, even as he twists a little to whisper to Norman:]

What the hell do you think you're playing at?

[It isn't that he isn't grateful. it's just that...he's too damn embarrassed to be grateful.]

[While Norman isn't sure how much time he might've bought them, he at least thinks this is a pretty decent improvement in the situation. If he hadn't come bursting into the gas station when he did, Joel would probably be dead and the bottles forever out of his reach. Not only would his superiors be furious with his failure, but he'd have the guilt of all the people that died from any subsequent biological attack forever hanging over his shoulders.

Keeping a close eye on the one Legionary who decides to stay in the station with them, he whispers back.]

You betrayed me you asshole, and I just saved your life again. A little 'thanks' would be appreciated.

[He can feel Joel shifting around, and quietly hopes he has a plan. Escaping now would be ideal. Really, really ideal.]

But I didn't do this to save you, I did it for the bottles. They aren't what you think.

Can't believe you got tricked by the goddamn Legion.

[He mutters, glaring at the crimson-uniformed man. At least they don't know he's NCR. If they did, they'd both really be in for it.]

[Joel manages to unsheathe the knife with a little grunt of effort, pulling at his injured arm. Blood trickles down his back as he begins to work the knife against their bindings, trying not to cut himself in the process even as he hisses back:]

Yeah, well count yourself lucky I didn't shoot you in the head when I had the chance. Consider that thanks.

[He saws against the cords, hoping that it's having some effect. He doesn't dare look back, not with the last Legionary in the room with them.]

I don't give a damn about the bottles or the goddamn Legion. But my contact and I? We are going to have words.

[And by words he means a knife in the eye. Joel's voice trails off in a low and ominous growl, just as he feels the last bit of the cord snap and the bindings loosen. The men had taken away their guns, and most of his weapons-- he'd kept the little blade on him specifically for emergencies like this, but it was sheer dumb luck they hadn't found that too. Even after he's broken the bindings, he holds himself still, arms behind his back, hoping Jayden would follow his lead as he murmurs softly.]

Rifle on my right if we make a break for it. There're at least two more in the back room, maybe another one out front. I've got a smoke bomb on the right side of my pack-- [He nudges Jayden slightly to the left, the pack lies a few feet away, out of grabbing range but not too far.] Might be worth a shot.

[He huffs quietly at Joel's response, clearly not impressed with his version of 'thanks'.]

Real generous of you. Left me for the monsters instead.

[By now, Norman notices what Joel's doing and feels a deep sense of relief, but not without an edge of anxiety to go along with it. The bindings are eventually loosened to the point that they can shake them off, which means they've done some funny business and he has no doubt the Legion would really cut off their feet if this escape plan fails. Well, it sure as hell better not fail.

He lets out a low sigh, glances sideways at the pack. Okay... okay. They can do this. It can work.]

I'll toss the bomb at the goon by the door. You grab the rifle. We take our packs and get the hell out of here.

[It's as good a plan as any. Norman isn't sure what they'll do once they've gotten away, but he'll think about that after. Hopefully Joel won't try choking him out again.]

[Joel can get behind that plan. With one variation--]

After we wipe 'em out. No survivors, no one's left to raise an alarm. Don't want every Legion troop round these parts on our tail.

[If nothing else, Joel's got plenty of faith in his ability to kill people. And he wants to get his hands on his contact too, let him know how much Joel really didn't appreciate getting led into an ambush like that.

He catches sight of the man by the door turning toward them-- fuck, had they come to a decision? Looks like they're out of time. He turns toward Jayden, hissing low under his breath:]

Go!

[Norman doesn't mind killing Legion... it's kinda an important part of being in the NCR. But neither does he see the need to go out of his way to kill them when it might put his own life at greater risk, such as now. But there's no time to argue. He just mutters an agreement, also noting that their guard seems to be turning in their direction.

At the sound of Joel's hissed command, Norman suddenly darts away from him, heading for his pack. The Legionary appears momentarily dumbfounded by this development, and his hesitance is enough to give him a chance to locate the smoke bomb and lob it in his direction. He just hopes the smoke doesn't interfere in Joel's ability to get his part of the job done... 'cause while the smoke is in the air, Norman is putting Joel's pack on his back, making sure he has those goddamn bottles. Next he looks for something else he can use as a weapon, wanting to be ready in case anyone else enters the station.]

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[Joel's philosophy goes something along the lines of "when in doubt, kill people." It's not exactly a prospect he relishes, but you have to admit, it's worked alright for him so far.

As the Legionary turns, he immediately makes a run for it, not looking back to see if Norman had followed his direction. He scoops up the rifle in one smooth motion, ducking behind a low counter even as he checks the gun. Two shots. The smoke bomb goes off with a dull 'whumf', and he immediately peers over the top of the countertop, sighting down the barrel of the gun. Everything is a haze of white and grey, the Legionary nowhere in sight, but he fully expects that to change...

"Hey! The prisoners--" The noise is more than enough for Joel to pump a bullet into its source, and the man's sentence is cut off with a low gurgle even as footsteps pound the ground and they both hear shouting from the far end of the room. Joel is off, ducking into a side door and hoping that there's some kind of connective hallway for him to sneak around and flank these assholes.

There's no telling what Jayden's up to, and at this point it'd be a dead giveaway to shout directions to the man. He can only hope that he's found a weapon of his own, or a place to hole up before the smoke clears.]

[That seems to be the philosophy of most people in the Mojave, which is why Norman would much prefer to stay in California. Unfortunately, he was stationed here, so there's really nothing to be done except try to "fit in". Luckily, he's good enough at acting to usually avoid killing anyone when he's on these sorts of missions. Not this time, regretfully.

Norman ends up ducking behind the main counter when Joel shoots the guard, grabbing a tire iron he finds on the ground when he hears other Legionaries moving into the area. His heart is racing again, adrenaline flooding his system in anticipation of a fight. One of the men heads in the direction Joel went off to, while the other searches the area for Norman. His hands tighten on the iron as he listens to the footsteps approaching.

When the man steps behind the counter, he suddenly leaps to his feet and takes a swing at him with the iron. The man cries out in pain and staggers, disoriented even as he reaches for his machete. Norman takes that opportunity to beat his brains out with the iron, so hopped up on adrenaline that he barely realizes what he's doing. When the man is clearly dead, he breathes deeply, checking to see if anyone else is around.]

[Hearing the sound of the Legionaries behind him, Joel ducks behind the door of the room, gripping the rifle tight to his body so that it doesn't knock against the wall and give his position away. It's always the same problem with these big guns. There's only one bullet left in the chamber, and he'd really rather save that if he can. Instead, he listens for the slight scuff of a footstep on the other side of the door, the light breaths of a man trying to be sneaky.

One mississipi, two mississipi, he counts down under his breath, listening to the pattern of movement before surging out from behind the door, wrapping his arm around the other man's throat and pulling tight. There's a quick struggle, the Legionary's nails scoring long red lines down his check as Joel grunts and bears down harder. Something gives under his arm and he feels the final rattle of the man's lungs, the body going limp against his.

Joel eases the body to the ground as quietly as he can, glancing around to see if anyone else was coming after him.

It's quiet, but that doesn't mean a damn thing. After a long moment, Joel purses his mouth and calls out, low and soft.]

....Hey. You still alive over there?

[Noticing nothing else alive in the immediate area, Norman goes to wipe some sweat from his forehead, only for the back of his hand to come away bloody. It's not his blood. He shivers after looking down again at the corpse he'd just made, feeling nauseous now that the immediate threat to his life has passed. Killing never feels good to him like he knows it does to some other people. With a shaky sigh, he bends down and swaps the tire iron for the Legionarie's machete.

At the sound of Joel's voice, Norman scans his surroundings one more time for any other Legionaries before stepping out from behind the counter.]

Yeah. I'm okay.

[He follows the voice, pausing in front of the other crimson-clad corpse on the floor. He's still wearing Joel's pack, and there's an obvious wariness to his stance that isn't all to do with the Legion threat. Joel attacked him before, and Norman isn't confident that it won't happen again.]

Time to get outta here.

[Joel catches the wariness in Jayden's eyes and looks away. It's every man for himself out here, and Joel won't apologize for what he's done. That said, he's also fully expecting the man to punch him a good one later on, and he'll take that as his due.]

One sec.

[The Legionary he'd brought down had carried a pistol on him, and Joel tugs it out of its holster, reloading it with quick, deft movements, when he hears-- something, a faint sound nearby. His head goes up, eyes narrowing, and he follows the noise to... a tiny closet with his contact wedged inside, looking somewhat worse for wear and minus the cocky grin. Joel had learned his name way back when-- Ralley? Riley? Something like that.]

Well, look who we've got here.

[His voice is cold and measured, and the man in the closet is now visibly sweating, even as the corners of his mouth curl upward in a nervous caricature of an ingratiating grin.]

"H-hey, Joel. Uh. Sorry 'bout that, I-I- look, man, what was I supposed to do? Say no to the Legion? I mean, I would have been dead meat! H-haha, but I guess you've done okay for yourself, right? Always knew you had it in you--" [Joel doesn't say a word, and the white show in other man's eyes as his gaze flickers frantically from Joel to Norman and then back.]

We don't really have time to wait around.

[Still, Norman follows, thinking his best bet of getting away alive is with company. That, and he highly doubts Joel would just let him run off with his pack and those bottles without an explanation. After all this, he's got to be suspicious about why the Legion wanted them, and why they'd kill him over them too.

He's surprised to see the contact still there. His hiding place would've been good enough if he'd just stayed quiet. The sight of the man he betrayed and another, covered in Legion blood can't be too nice for him. The way he stumbles over his words and pleading with his eyes is evidence enough of that.]

Come on, Joel... we really gotta get moving. Shoot him if you have to, but hurry it up!

[While Norman prefers avoiding murder, this one... could've led the Legion to killing a heck of a lot of people. Now he knows who they are and what they have, so he'll probably blab that to the Legion as well. He can understand the need for this one to die, and Joel's right to be the one to do it, seeing as he was the one betrayed by him.]

Just hold your goddamn horses.

[As much as he doesn't want to admit it, Jayden's right. They need to go, and fast. But just shooting the man outright feels like he's letting him let away with something, and besides, Joel has a few more questions for him.]

Don't worry, I'll make this quick.

[Without preamble, he squats in front of... Riley, yeah, he's pretty sure the name's Riley, pulls out the little knife from its sheath, and with one quick, brutal motion, jabs it into the man's knee, popping right behind the kneecap. There's a scream, a scrabble of movement, and Riley freezes as Joel presses the gun into his ribs with his free hand.]

Look here, buddy. Hey-- eyes right here. Now tell me, who else knew about this drop?

[The other man is shaking now, and just a second too slow to answer. Joel twists the knife slightly and and is rewarded by another scream. He doesn't flinch.]

"Fuck- FUCK, Joel-- N-n-no one else knew, please--!"

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