Mystery Machine: The Journey Continues!
People weren’t granted free rides often, but this was diplomacy in motion, here. Show kindness to the tribe, they’d show it back. That was how it usually went and tribals had a reputation for sticking to those sorts of conventions. She’d mentioned something about a doctor there, a real doctor, not some medicine man. Honestly Tatum had been avoiding going for a checkup for some time. Might be good to have a fresh pair of eyes looking upon him instead of the old biased ones. Hell, maybe there’d be good news this time. Not likely.
Under miss Wastrel’s direction they head North, to the foot of the mountains. There’s no way he’s getting the van up there, so he leaves it in Dal’s care and takes Lucky along with him. An elderly nightstalker has nowhere near the intimidation factor a Supermutant does, but every little bit helps. He lets miss Wastrel lead the way, looking up at the rocky cliffs and praying there’s very little climbing involved.
I trade chems for weapons and ammo and supplies often. so dealing with fiends and addicts is the norm. Fiend groups usually switch out people as often as they do jet canisters, but the highs and lows come with the trade.
Ha, don’t I know it. But there’s guys, like uh… you know, Nephi and Cook-Cook and such, they’re always around somehow. Not like I deal with ‘em directly most times, but there’s usually someone snoopin’ around looking to kiss a little ass who’ll pay big time to try and get it in with those guys.
I bet half of them end up using the stuff themselves before they even get to the big leaders, heh. So then they come around looking for more, waitin’ for me to show up at the vault, or if not me some other clever fuck.
You loot people for your stuff? Or you make it, or what?