The Inn at The Crossways

[Sammy]

Sammy caught the Ghoul's eye, and nodded politely, before advancing over towards Jethro and the man with the bottle.

"Gentlemen," She said politely, as she approached, waving with her left hand, while her right sat relaxed on the pistol grip of the SMG as if it were the most naturally comfortable perch to put one's hand.

"I understand there's business to be had?" She asked.

[Vault Boy]

"Well sweetheart, we were just about to head out to take care of something. Do you have something else? It'll have to wait..." Jethro says, trying to be dismissive, but not succeeding.

[Sammy]

Sammy smiled politely, "I did have some work, pays good, shouldn't be to hard and thought you two good fellows might want to get in on it. Of course it would be silly to force you to make two trips. So I guess I'll have to find someone else. 'Less of course, you figure we could combine our efforts and just make a tiny detour on the way back from your thing to take care of my thing."

[Vault Boy]

"Where are you headin' then? For all I know, they could be in completely different directions." Jethro asked, intrigued.

[Sammy]

"Southeast to a scrapyard, not far from here," She replied. "Course if you're not interested, you're not interested, but it would mean fifty caps for the both of you," She said, "And give you another body to help you with whatever it is you've got going on. Even with a three way split of those caps, add my fifty on top for you two and you come out ahead."

[Vault Boy]

"The old Flamingo Place? That's closer then where we'd be goin. We could head there first, wouldn't take too long."

Turning to Vincent,

"That is, unless you're against this little detour. It's 50 Caps for us."

[Sammy]

"Well if we do my thing first, you wouldn't even have to include me on your little business, unless it suited you," Sammy said. She didn't know what they were up to, and judging from the look of the one Sid had called a drunk, she wasn't sure she wanted to.

[Vault Boy]

"We could always use a hand with the Daggermouth. I'm game." Jethro says, and looks at Vincent expectingly.

[Vault Boy]

Sammy has been very successful in her gathering of information, as well as getting information out of people. She has also become popular for her kind attitude.

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[Vincent Rommel]

"What's in this scrapyard that's netting us 150 caps?" Vincent asked, scrutinizing the new arrival.

[Sammy]

"Young girl. Her uncle's worried about her. She's apparently being kept against her well by some fellow going by the name of Buzzard." She rolled her eyes as if to indicate how silly she thought it was to have to deal with a man named Buzzard. "It's fifty to get her back, unharmed, and keep her disappearance on the down-low."

[Vincent Rommel]

"Quite a sob story." Vincent replied with little trace of sympathy. If the roaches wanted to go about killing one another, it concerned him little, though the caps could certainly make his journey easier. He had long ago stopped being enthralled by the Old World of brave knights saving young maidens from dragons that he had read in his youth at Raven Rock. His first venture out into the wastes had seen an end to that. While it was true that dragons thrived there and were all too common, knights and maidens became extinct when the bombs fell.

"And who might you be, my dear?"

[Sammy]

Sammy raised her eyebrow at the comment, and seemed unimpressed. "Just a girl looking to make some caps," She replied, "Name's Sam. And yours?"

[Vincent Rommel]

"Vince" he replied in kind, extending his gloved hand to the girl. "Just a man looking for the same."

He noticed the ghoul watching them out of the corner of his eye. Vincent did not know what had drawn the shuffler's attention, but he wanted nothing to do with him. Working with two sub-humans was distateful enough, letting a zombie tag along would be another matter entirely. He eyed the ghoul, trying to determine all he could about the onlooker.

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[Sammy]

Sam nodded, and shook the man's hand swiftly, not unthankful for his glove either. creeper She thought to herself, with the sixth sense that young women who wanted to live to be old women usually developed about men.