06 What has been seen...
Days later, we finally arrived at Junktown.
How's your wounds, Ian?
I've recovered most of 'em. Thanks to you.
No problem. Let's look around, see if they can help us find this Water Chip.
Say, what are you doing here? What is this place?
What does it look like? I'm a guard, and I'm keeping an eye out for strangers like you. And this place is called Junktown. Hey, don't laugh. I happen to like the name myself. We mostly do trading. Sometimes we trade with those stuck up bastards from the hub. Hey, you're not from the Hub are you?
Me? No, I'm not from the Hub.
Hmmm. OK. It's not our place to ask questions. Have a good day and don't make any trouble.
Nice guy.
They're just grunts. Can't blame them. Like I said, you can't rely on smart mouth alone to fix problems in the wasteland.
Oh look, another guard. Maybe this one can tell us more about this town.
Can you give me the big picture on Junktown?
Me and my men here work for Killian Darkwater. We keep some order in this town, dealing with all of the murderers, thieves, and other scumbags who come in from the desert. If you want my advice, you'll also stay away from Gizmo. That fathead runs a crooked operation, but we just haven't been able to prove anything. He and his lackeys, the Skulz, are going to take the fall sometime soon, if Killian has anything to say about it.
Good to know that someone's keeping the peace around here, thanks.
Hey, it's our job. But it's good to know that someone appreciates it. Thanks.
Say, do you know anything about a Water Chip?
A what? Sorry, man. Try Killian.
Alright. *Looks at his Pipboy*
Less than four months left...I better hurry this up.
Hmm. What are these?
Oh, those are brahmin.
These look like...cows? Why do they have two heads?
I don't know. You're the science guy.
Hang on a sec...
It's gotta be mutation. No doubt about it.
Pity it ain't an extra thigh. Would've made more tasty steaks.
Looks like a clinic. I should stock up on stims.
I need to see the Doc.
Very friendly. I guess that means we can see him. Eh, he's not at the back?
Try the manhole.
Whoa, wait!
I look around and grew alarmed. Body parts strewn across the surgical table, an ice box, slightly stained in blood lies on the floor. His assistant is carrying...a piece of something? These look...human.
Why should I?
I'm no danger to you!
Brian! They're cannibals!
No wait, Ian! Let's talk this out.
Why should I let you leave?!
Look, you're obviously more powerful than I am, you got your assistant right here and two guards up top...
That is true. Unfortunately, you have seen to much. Hmm. You must prove your sincerity. And I might be able to make a little profit out of this deal.
What do you mean?
I will take something from you. And then we will be even.
Oh, money? Sure...no pro-
Excellent!
Wait-What are you-AAAAAAAAAAAAA