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The town hall had lost most of its sturdiness over the years, as had many structures in this world. The floor boards creaked, the doors would open and shut on their own, and the ceilings looked like they were about to collapse on you. The wind from outside picked up a bit, making the building shake a little. John had intended to stay up the whole time, determined to find this son of a bitch. The problem was, however, that John was tired. Every bit of sleep counts in the wasteland, and he had learned how to sleep quickly and lightly. He dreamed of being back in the capital wasteland, back with all of his old friends and his family. He was on a mission with Lyons Pride. The Pride was overrun by Super Mutants, and they are all gunned down around John, who is now the sole survivor standing alone in the middle of the a city block. The ground give out under him, and he falls into the black abyss, only to land back in the Citadel. Elder Sarah Lyons is there in front of him, arms crossed and head shaking with disapproval.



Her voice was cold and sharp. It really hurt John, real deep. The only thing that was worse, was his parents doing the same thing. This was followed by all of the chapter voicing their disappointment with him. The voices clumped together. The noise hurt, and John fell to one knee with his hands over his ears, shaking his head over and over while saying:



The chapter and all of its inhabitants burst into flames, engulfing the area around John. When the flames cleared, John found himself in the Arlington Cemetery, skulls flooding the ground. on the crosses he could read the names of his comrades, including his parents and Elder Lyons. There was also one for Conner.



He awoke with a jump. Across the room Conner was still sleeping, or at least pretending to sleep. John was now covered in sweat despite the low temperature of the place. He figured now that he'd just stay awake for the rest of the night, he didn't want to go back to be greeted by his subconscious again tonight.

It wasn't for another hour or so until the trap was finally ready to be sprung. He didn't use his eyes to try and spot the thieve, he knew it'd be too easy for him to give up their trap that way. Instead, he was keeping his ears ready, and was doing his best to feel any kind of slight breeze that came his way. Eventually, he did feel a very slight push of air that was out of the ordinary, but it wasn't quite enough for him to suspect it was time yet. Luckily, Conner was watching behind that power armor of his. The thieve took a few miscellaneous items and then stopped near John. John got the slight inclination that something was not right. In fact, it's like something was tangling inside of him...his Baby was in danger...

Conner was the first to act, however. The bulky bastard jumped to his feet and over to the thieve, making a racket.



Before anything else happened, anything at all, John took his move. His hands moved faster than light itself, or so it seemed. The thieve was ready to bolt and get the fuck away, but before that thieve could break out into a sprint, John had the barrel of The Baby pointed towards their new captive. His right hand remained on the trigger, and his left hand came to his face, putting one finger to his lips.



The immediate reaction was projectile cram being launched right at his face. A loud bang followed, probably scaring any shit out of the thieve. But, fortunately for said thieve, it was not The Baby that had just been fired. It was from within Nipton, probably from either outside or in another building then.



He gave a quick smile to the thieve, and then left the building in a hurry. He ducked behind the nearest building after leaving the town hall, waiting. He heard a door open and shut. Unfortunately, the wind made it hard for him to judge exactly where it was. He slowly made his way forward in the direction he heard the door, but by that time, whoever had fired the shot was gone. All that was left was a bullet shell and a dead legion. Shame, legion had no caps on him. After concluding that there was nothing he could conclude other than the guy not being here anymore, he walked out the door. On the ground he noticed the feint foot prints leading out of town. He quickly followed, finding exactly what he was looking for. There, maybe 50 yards ahead of him, was Apollo. He had just taken one step back towards Nipton when John stepped into sight, his face still covered in half chewed cram, unbeknownst to him.