Thread: Wasteland Blues (Fabulam-Admissarius & Sketchyequine)

Stretchy? Six narrowed his hazel eyes at her and smirked. Now where would the fun be in that? There was a crooked grin and quick wink. He resisted the urge to check out Fennec allowing himself nothing more than the same casual attention he had allowed for every individual in the room. However Six processed things quicker than most and his cursory appraisal led him to decide two things about Fennec. First, he couldnt stand that god damn accent. He had no fucking clue where she had got it from, but he hoped the rest of the assholes there got nuked when the bombs fell. Second? Fennec was scorching hot. Like ground zero he could totally get past the accent hot. Those two deductions combined with his relative certainty Alistair invited him for a job and not a mutant sized ass fucking led Six to determine the pint-sized hottie had some bad ass skills. Skills that made her more useful earning for the crime lord out in the wasteland than here as part of his fucked-up harem. As if to verify Six's thought Alistair finished his long lustful admiration of Fennec, smiled at her with wickedly fond memories and said. No. I have exactly the right girl. Six watched as Alistair removed his feet from the back of his human coffee table, stand and place his wine glass down on the ample curve of his slaves ass. The girl trembled ever so slightly, and Alistair responded to the slight break in discipline with a tisking sound that brought both fear and tears to coffee table girls eyes. Angel. Correct you sister for me. Would you dear. Alistair was looking at Fennec and Six when he spoke but not speaking to them. A girl, tall and slender, younger than even Fennec, trembled as she picked up a short handled multi tailed whip and moved to her sister stammering. Y.. yes master. There were more tears in her eyes than her siblings as she lifted the whip. Alistair raised his hand to stop the girl. Not her ass. You might spill my drink. One hard lash to her cunt angel, two more if a single drop spills and ten if the glass falls over. Alistair smiled, sharing his gaze evenly with Fennec and Six. His eyes said See what I can do? What ever the fuck I want. It was right then and there that Six decided he would kill Alistair Crowley. Not then and there but when the time was right he would shoot this fuckers nuts off and watch him bleed out. Not because of what he was doing to the girl. Little lie. But mostly because Six didnt like being threatened. Big truth. And this entire set up was nothing more than a threat. See what I can do ? Alistair was saying. See what I can do if you cross me? Dont skimp. The crime lord said aloud just before the girl brought the whip down hard. The sound of leather on sensitive flesh echoed. Only partially covered by the grunting and slapping sounds of the mutants hard punishing thrusts. Fortunately for the girls, after a dangerous wobble, the wine remained in the glass. Six took note of the assholes that laughed when both girls began to sob and then laughed a liars laugh himself. Ill say this Mister Crowley. Youve got some fuckin style. Lie. But not even a predark lie detector test could have reviled it as such. That was the advantage of lying more than you ever offered truths. Not to put a damper on the festivities. Lie But Im eager to hear about this job you have for us. Lie. Least Im guessin us. Six glanced at Fennec. Then after just the faintest pause, almost undetectable except perhaps by someone with razor sharp senses. Six continued. Im also guessin this has to do with the Spine? In that little tick in time before he spoke the scavenger processed all the information he had from that initial recruitment in still water till now. He had an inkling and decided to play the card. He couldnt show the gangster what he wanted to see. Fear. It just wasnt in him. However what he could show the crime lord was how useful he could be. The Spine was the most dangerous place in the wasteland. Alistair laughed. People say you know the spine. Six gave the man a crooked smile and faint nod. Like the back of my fucking hand. Lie. But only a little one because Six had made more than one foray into the spine OK. So it was one foray but he didnt fucking die during it which was akin to a modern apocalyptic miracle. Alistair had a lead on a redoubt. Six was certain of it and his interest was peaked. There were rumors of redoubts hidden away in the spine, a place predark humans called the Appalachians, that to this day remained sealed. Its vast treasures still waiting to be discovered. A redoubt? Six asked? Alistair replied with a wicked smile and greedy eyes. The redoubt. He picked up his wine, took a long drink and smiled again with black eyes and red stained teeth. While he spoke his gaze raked slowly over Fennec's body. The omega station. I've uncovered some reliable intelligence as to its location. I would like the two of you to seek it out for me. Now. If a normal redoubt was like finding a buried pirate treasure the omega station was akin to uncovering the holy grail sitting on top of the ark of the covenant. What ever the fuck those things were. Six just knew all of them were progressively better predark treasures. Last edited Aug 9, 2018