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Zealot Shreya You are coming into Roswell as the sun hangs low and orange and fat in the sky. You go down a road that you don't usually take. Perhaps you might find something useful in this abandoned neighborhood. As you get deeper in you begin to hear the snarling of the ghouls a few houses over. The streets are desolate, and then...a woman steps out from one of the alleyways. She has garish tattoos on her face and a walking staff held in one hand. The military grade, scoped Gauss Rifle over her back suggests she is either very lucky to have found something or dangerous.
Hammer Having a weapon out in Roswell, even now, is not a strange thing. Despite that, Hammer walks with his rifle kept low. It is an old but exquisite firearm, and he is not so old but, in his own way, exquisite. He walks alone, unafraid, but with awareness rather than bravado. He wears a brown suit complete with vest and tie. A heavy duster hangs open over it, and a broad fedora tops the ensemble.

When he hears the gnarling of ghouls, he moves his rifle to the low ready position and slows his walk to a quiet sneak. He is side-stepping out from the corner of the closest house when the woman steps out from the alleyway. The front of his weapon immediately lowers a few inches, but stops before it reaches the point of laxity. "Well I'll be a molerat lover," he mutters under his breath as he is looking at Shreya's tattoos and lips; uncertain.
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya frowns at you. She draws a revolver from her hip and points it in your directly at you. "No treeks. Eef you are looking for an easy mark you can keep looking." Her voice carries a spanish accent.
Hammer "Hey!" Hammer, like most people, does not like having a weapon pointed at him. It causes the typical response of him also leveling his weapon to aim at the center of Shreya's sternum. "All I'm doing is patroling for ferals. You don't want trouble? Aim that iron somewhere else, and I'll make sure Prudence here lives up to her name."
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya keeps her weapon level for a time but finally lowers it slightly but she does not put it back in the holster. "They are over on Mayfair Drive it sounds like. Who sent you? No one cares about this place."
Hammer When she lowers hers, he lowers his. Quid pro quo. "Sent me? No one sent me. Those things are abominations that need to be put down. I'm doing them and the world a favor by delivering wrath in the shape of a bullet to the rotting mess they have left for brains." Hammer's focus shifts from her face to her weapons and back. "You seem like you can take care of yourself, or I'd ask you the same."
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya pauses for a time. "THe forsaken of Atom are being punished for not receiving his truth. The chosen are immortal, but they fall to beasts when not properly instructed in the way. I am here for the Chosen who remain. It is not wrath to kill the forsaken, it is a mercy."
Hammer The man's beard is parted by his grin. "I reckon wrath and mercy don't have to be fully and mutually exclusive," he says in a more cordial tone. "I don't know too much about your ways, but if you ain't trying to kill me and you'd like to most graciously deliver some of your mercy with my wrath, I'd be willing to travel with you a spell to see those gibbering monsters returned to the Earth."
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya sizes you up. "You have some dandy clothes. Your not just some rich pendejo with some guns and stupid ideas are you? You won't cry when we actually find them will you?"
Hammer "Dandy?" The man's eyebrows lift. "I think you have yet to see a true dandy. The state of my attire, miss, is simply a reflection of my ability to handle myself in battle without coming afoul of the targets I hunt." Hammer's rifle is once more turned aside; no longer pointed at Shreya even remotedly. "Not claiming invincibility, but clothes can be stitched and wounds can be mended. The ferals will not find recovery so easy."
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya nods. "Okay, you're on. YOu want to kill ferals for some personal reason, there are plenty of houses here in Roswell that I have boarded up and trapped them inside. You can say when."
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya says, "Or we can go look over to see whats shambling down Mayfair street, the houses are infested. I dont think both of us would be wise to open them. Need more guns. Maybe some explosives.""
Hammer "See?" The man offers a cordial nod. "How easy it is for people to come to common ground when they don't put holes in each other." He looks in the general direction indicated. "I suppose I could round up some more guns in El Dorado and come back after a spell. Not everyone in that town is stuck in its strange way of thinking." He looks back towards the tattooed woman. "How many ferals are we talking?"
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya says, "Each home has between twenty and a hundred of them I think. Its hard to know when your not at the door counting. They dont like to get into an orderly line. You have to lure them with meat and noise."
Hammer "Twenty and a-" That answer clearly was not what the man was expecting. "So you're saying there might very well be over a thousand ferals boarded up in these rows? Why not just burn the damn place to the ground?" He shakes his head and gives his surroundings another scan as they are talking.
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya points to the houses. "Look at the architecture of this place. Is it not well made? You want to burn it to the ground? What a waste. These houses will be dwellings for the other faithful as they come west from Megaton."
Hammer "I guess if you're willing to patch up all the bullet holes and mop up all the guts...." Hammer trails off with a shrug as he completes his circle. Looking at Shreya once more. "I guess that's on you. If I gather a posse for some clearing, where can we meet you? We'll need a guide. Someone we can trust due to mutual gain. My group will have looting rights, but the homes are all yours as far as I care."
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya nods slowly. "That seems fair. Round up your posse and leave a message at the Gold Digger Saloon. I check the bar there with some frequency."
Hammer "Easy enough. The message will be from Hammer." He thumbs himself in the chest with his non-firing hand. "And to whom should I address this message if and when I get to leaving it?"
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya says, "Unto Zealot Shreya. They will know who I am." She peers at you. "Be careful who you bring here. I dont want to deal with Raiders.""
Hammer "Zealot Shreya," he repeats with slow unfamiliarity. "Well, Miss Shreya, I say the following to you with as much sincerity as I can muster, and I do tend to be a sincere man if I can be so lacking in humility as to say myself. I do not associate with raiders, and if you do see me bringing them here, it's likely to see them get themselves murdered at the hands of those ferals all locked up inside one of those homes." He presses his lips together and says, "I do hope that properly expresses my opinion of such folk."
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya looks satisfied. "Good. That actually is a pretty good idea if your boys are rough enough to kill all the survivors be they forsaken or unchanged flesh."
Hammer "Zealot Shreya, thank you for not putting a hole in my chest. I think we are both better off for your restraint." He gives her a wink that is far from lecherous and taps a finger across the brim of his hat. "I'm going to get back to my poking about before I settle in for the night."
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya nods without much conviction. "I'll see you then. But I warn you, if you think your going to pull some fast move on me and take whats mine. I boarded up these houses, I can unboard them. You get my meaning Im sure."
Hammer "I don't pull fast moves, miss." The man says as he is turning to walk off. "I shoot fast bullets." And with that, he is becoming a silhouette in the sun like he planned that dramatic of an exit.