Second chapter. Three is in the works. I'm going to try to keep it to one a week if not more. If you're looking for a quickie, sorry, I don't do fluff. Usually. But feel free to enjoy the story anyway.
Mac
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She woke when she felt Wyatt get up to take his turn at the door. Conn stroked her hair and shushed her until he fell asleep again. She looked over at Wyatt who just raised his eyebrows as if to tell her to go back to sleep. She closed her eyes and did just that.
She woke again when she felt Conn's hand touch her cheek.
"How many stims did you give me?" He asked quietly.
"Two." She answered.
"Do you have any left?"
"I have four. Are you feeling bad?" She asked sitting up strait to look at him.
"No. A lot better actually."
Wyatt got up from the door and went to kneel in front of the bed to look at Conn.
"What is it brother?"
"I'm getting a hinky feeling. I want to get out of here."
"You're not fully healed." Wyatt said with some worry.
"I'll limp my ass back to the bunker then." Conn growled.
"Is the feeling for us or this place."
"Us."
"All right let's blow." Wyatt said.
"A hinky feeling?" Mur asked. "Really? It's the middle of the night."
"Last time I didn't listen to Conn about one of his feelings I was fourteen and almost lost my fucking leg to a Yao Guai." Wyatt said curtly with a glimmer of remembered ire. "Grab your shit. We're leaving."
"What about Agatha?" She asked almost desperately.
"She'll be fine." Conn assured her.
He sat up and winced a bit but it wasn't too bad. Thanks to the stims his leg was almost healed. More stiff and sore than anything else. Conn thanked his lucky stars that the pre-war technology like stimpacks were still around. He'd still be limping his way to the bunker though. There was no way in hell he was staying here.
Mur got up and helped Conn to his feet. He put an arm around her shoulder and leaned heavily on her. She hoped he wasn't going to do it too long. He and his brother we both large men. Probably six four to her five four and they were heavily muscled.
Wyatt went and woke the others and they moved around as quietly as possible. Mur rolled her eyes but didn't tell them that an atomic bomb wouldn't wake the snoring old woman. Drake grabbed her pack off the table and held onto Conn while she put it on.
When they got outside Wyatt went to the power source of Agatha's radio and pulled out the fission battery. Mur started to protest but Conn shushed her. Wyatt chucked the battery as hard as he could and Mur knew there was no way that the old woman would be able to find it. She also wouldn't be able to broadcast that Mur had been taken by Talon Company mercs. She'd just have to wait for someone to come and check on her or for a caravan to show up.
"Let's move out." Wyatt barked as he went to Conn's other side and took his arm around his shoulders, taking most of the weight off of Mur.
"Are we just going to stumble around in the dark?" Mur asked with agitation.
"The moon is full and there's no cloud cover. Your eyes will adjust soon." Conn said giving her arm a pat.
He was right of course. It was actually a fairly bright night. Conn's legs were long so even though he was injured they ate up the pavement, making great progress. After about an hour though Mur just stopped walking and Wyatt had ripped Conn's arm off of her shoulders before they realized it.
"I have to pee." Mur said standing very still, even though her eyeballs were bobbing and she just wanted to do the pee pee dance. "Bad."
"I've got to relieve myself too." Conn said sympathetically.
Everyone moved off to do their business, Mur behind a strategically placed thick bush. She knew better to try and run off though. She'd only been out in the Wasteland for eight months and these were seasoned soldiers that she was with. They'd hunt her down in a mere few minutes time and there was no telling what they'd do to her.
Images of Wyatt and Conn doing some of those things they'd wanted to popped into her head. Knowing Wyatt he'd do it right there on the road with everyone cheering him on. She winced and her stomach jumped at the same time. She was such a pervert.
After a few minutes everyone was back on the road and Conn was now walking without assistance. Mur had to marvel at the wonder of stimpacks. They could provide almost immediate healing for minor wounds and a major one like Conn's could be healed in a matter of hours to days instead of weeks to months.
After about an hour of walking Drake's stomach growled loudly. He stopped and looked down at it with a grimace.
"I hate Super Mutants." Beck said when his stomach growled too.
Mur shook her head and pulled her pack off her shoulders and dug a large punga fruit out. She handed it to Drake and he pulled the combat knife out of the sheath at his shoulder and proceeded to cut the fruit up. She pulled out a bottle of Aqua Pura and passed it around while Drake passed the fruit out.
"I'm assuming Super Mutants stole your lunch money and gave you pink bellies?" Mur asked with a smile.
Each of the men started grumbling about Super Mutants again so Mur decided to take that as a yes. She started laughing and Wyatt walked over and stopped in front of her. He leaned down to look her in the eye and flicked the end of her nose.
"You think that's funny little sister?" He asked a bit of a Russian accent showing itself.
"Da, I do." She said and then in Russian, "I'm not the one who got my ass spanked by a Mutant. And speaking of asses, I'm not really into that kind of thing."
Wyatt stepped away, taken aback by her speaking to him in Russian. He looked over at Conn who was blushing a bright red. Mur shrugged her pack back onto her shoulders and started walking, not giving either of the men a chance to apologize. Not that they were likely to anyway.
"Should we..." Drake trailed off.
"Go." Wyatt said with irritation. "We'll catch up with you."
Wyatt watched the other two men catch up to Mur and then turned to look at Conn.
"Wow. I've never been called out like that before." Conn said looking a bit confused.
"I can't believe she speaks Russian." Wyatt said with a shake of his head.
"Does this mean that we can't..."
"Of course not." Wyatt said with a laugh. "We'll just have to not spill our plans in front of the girl anymore."
"Wyatt, you know I like my women willing." Conn said to his brother.
"We both do, Conn." Wyatt stroked his chin a bit. "We still want her, da?"
"Da."
"So we either finesse her or tame her."
"I don't know Wyatt. Father always said taming was for women that you intended to keep. Is that something that you're really contemplating?"
"Da, it's crossed my mind. I'm tired of the hunt. I'm tired of paying for it. I'm tired of us not having our own woman. We're thirty three Conn. It's time to settle down a bit."
Conn rubbed the back of his neck. He'd been thinking along those same lines for almost a year now. It was something that he hadn't voiced to Wyatt yet though.
"We're Talon Company." Conn said.
"So what? We haven't been the same since that damn vault dweller Aiden and those steel knights took out most of our people. Between those that haven't come back and those that left we're down to twenty mercs including us." Wyatt sighed. "All I'm saying is that things need to change. There are fewer of us. We have caps out the ass, so we can be a little choosier about the contracts that we take."
