Reaper Six
Your friendly, neighborhood soldier of fortune
Two tales of revenge, brought together.
]About noon, Mojave Outpost.
Jason sat at the corner of the bar at the NCR base. Rifle across his back, SMG on his hip, and a glass of Scotch in his hand. After what he'd seen earlier, all the hard liquor in this place couldn't wash that away. Some men drank, some men cried, some plotted revenge. He was one of the latter. He'd find the Leigon scum that did this, and make them pay.
]About noon, Mojave Outpost.
Jason sat at the corner of the bar at the NCR base. Rifle across his back, SMG on his hip, and a glass of Scotch in his hand. After what he'd seen earlier, all the hard liquor in this place couldn't wash that away. Some men drank, some men cried, some plotted revenge. He was one of the latter. He'd find the Leigon scum that did this, and make them pay.
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