Portal:History/Ghost

It has long been said in the Wasteland that the Wolfhound and his people do not hesitate to send children to work. Like, a whole group of homeless children are fed from the mercenaries' table. They also dared to steal the drawing of the "Ghost" for sale.
The boy looked at me calmly, without fear, even waved his own - stand there, I'll figure it out myself. The leader of the gang had a scar on his cheek and was missing a couple of teeth. Childhood in the Wasteland, what can I say.
“Uncle,” he drawled, innocence itself. - Do you want a booth?
- Yeah, me. How much do you ask?
- A lot, you know. - Small jerked his shoulder. - Everyone wants to eat, but I have a full house of hungry mouths. Anyone who knows will tell you about the Ghost!
The muffled chuckles of the children rang out.
- Doesn't Wolfhound care about you? I heard he allows you a lot.
The kid tensed.
- Well, there was a case. Only I would, uncle, in your place, I used to say his name less often. Do you want to wake up one day with a sharpening in your side?
- I don’t want to, of course.
I nodded and opened the trunk, showing small boxes of canned food. The boy examined them with restraint - they are not starving, so - and smiled at the container with cartridges.
- You know the business, uncle. Only this ... Don't say that we sold you the drawing. The wolfhound does not offend us while we are doing the work, does not look if we take anything. But he can scold him for the drawing.
- Can you tell us about The Ghost? Why does your elder cherish him so much?
The kid's eyes lit up.
- Oh, yes, the "Ghost" finally can be a steel creature! - He began to bend his fingers, listing: - Impenetrable, even from the rocket launchers fell, will stand! He carries a lot on himself, like a bear - Wolfhound told us that there used to be such a thing! And the heavy cabin will hit and smudge in an instant! Are you taking it?
- Sure! How not to get hold of such a drawing?
- That's the same! - the kid nodded to me patronizingly.
The little girl thrust a folder with a drawing into my hands, and the others began to unload the boxes.
- Happen, uncle, - the leader of the gang nodded to me, and the street children disappeared. 
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