A Little Bit of Irish Luck

FALLOUT 3 – A Little Bit of Irish Luck
By The Great Shaggy


Readers Discretion is Advised.


Sweat glistened of her brow, mixing with the encrusted dirt and dust. Every once and a while a bead would become too saturated and slide down her forehead and into her eyes, causing a stinging sensation that irritated her cornea. However she didn't allow her hand to move away from the forearm handguard of the Chinese Type 151 5.56mm assault rifle that she held at the ready to remove the irritating bead of sweat from her cornea and allowed her eye lid to do it for her as her visual organic sensors scanned the dilapidated hallway of the seventh floor of the Statesman Hotel. Nearing the end of the corridor, she pressed up against the side of the wall and lowered herself into a kneeling position before slowly peeking her head around the blind corner. Seeing only the shattered and lifeless remains of two Super Mutants, she allowed herself to exhale her held breath as she rose and made her way towards the stairwell.

Taking the stairs two at a time, she grimaced as the bag that was crudely attached to her belt slammed up against her waist. She couldn't wait to be rid of its contents since its weight was upsetting her combat vest's load balance. Coming to the top of the stairwell, she almost kicked the door open that allowed access to the roof of the hotel and into a desolate scene of broken bodies of Super Mutants that covered the once elegant fashion titles. Paying the lifeless corpses no mind, she hurried as fast as she could towards the raised flamboyant dining area that was located on the far end of the hotel's roof. Bounding up the stairs, she hustled over to the crudely erected fortifications where three soldiers in matching combat armor were hunkered down behind.

One the soldiers, a helmet-less Caucasian man sporting a high and tight buzz-style military haircut greeted her as she hustled over to them. "Good to see you made it back in one piece. Were you able to find it?"

Nodding her head, Anastasia, also known as Anya to her few remaining friends and more famously known to everyone throughout the Capital Wasteland as the Kid from Vault 101 thanks to the Galaxy News Radio disc jockey Three Dog, removed the hastily tied bag from her vest and tossed it to the soldier.

"You don't know what I had to go through to get that for you, Butcher," she said.

The medic grinned as he pulled out a square, blue and white colored object from the bag. "How many? Two? Three?"

"More like half a dozen."

The older man eyed the teenage girl before him with a look of admiration and respect. Normally he would've chalked it up to some mercenary bragging but he knew she had to fight her way through three or more floors teeming with Jolly Green Giants just to reach them and that wasn't counting the hospital next door. Whoever this girl was, she must've impressed Reilly enough for her to send her on a solo rescue mission and was she proving that fact when he asked her to retrieve a fission battery from a wrecked Protectron in the Maintenance room one level below that was located in a plush bar room. With the battery they would be able to jury-rig the express elevator to take them to the lobby of the hotel and allow them to leave the hellish Statesman behind for good.

However he suspected that the room was probably a command and control center for the Super Mutants as they assembled their attack waves they'd been repulsing for the past four days, but with them extremely low on ammo and being on the brink of total exhaustion from constant combat he couldn't spare anyone from the team to accompany her. He thought he was sending her on a foolhardy, suicide mission for a last ditch idea cooked up by the team's technician, Donovan. But he was proven wrong which he didn't mind in the lease bit.

"You did good, kid, better than I thought," he said as he motion to the other male mercenary of the group. "She got the Fission Battery that we need."

The helmet mercenary technician, Donovan, clapped his hands. "Let me have that thing, then give me a few minutes and I'll have the elevator up and running."

Anya watched in silence as Donovan caught the heavy battery in both hands and hurried over to an exposed panel he'd managed to pry open. As the technician worked his magic, the rest of them made their final preparations for the final battle that was more than likely to happen in the hotel's lobby before they could finally leave the Statesman Hotel for good. Although she was putting up a tough, hardened mercenary look for the sake of Butcher, Donovan, and the team's only female member, the heavy weapons specialist Brick, she was just as exhausted as the rest of them. Since undertaking this mission from a pleading Reilly back in Underworld, she'd spent the better part of three days transversing the ruins of the DC Metro System to reach Vernon Square and then an hour and half of fighting through Our Lady of Hope Hospital to gain entrance to the Statesman Hotel across a down radio tower that formed a bridge between the two buildings between their fifth stories.

Tack on an additional three and half hours to reach the top of the hotel and then an additional two on the last errand and she was now nearing ninety-six hours of constant travel and combat. It was getting to be such a problem that she started to pop Buffouts that she found during her trip through Our Lady of Hope to stay awake, which was starting to unnerve her a bit since she knew it was a highly addictive drug if taking more than a single dose within a certain timeframe between dosage.

"We almost ready, Donovan?" asked Butcher.

The tech nodded his head. "Just about got it. Give me two more mikes."

"Okay, listen up everyone, once Donovan gets the elevator up and running it'll be a straight shot down to the ground level but don't expect us just to stroll unhindered across the lobby and out of this death trap," stated Butcher. "If any of us goes down, don't stop. Get out of here and make for our headquarters at Ranger Compound. Our new found friend here will have point followed by Brick, me, and Donovan bringing up the rear. Any questions?"

"Yeah," said Anya, stepping forward. "Where the hell is your compound?"

"Seward Square," responded Brick. "Just keep up with us once we get clear and we'll lead you directly to it."

"Okay, we're ready," shouted Donovan as the doors to the elevator opened up to emphasis his point. "All board the express elevator to hell!"

The ride down the lobby was short and silent as the four occupants were left to their own thoughts, wondering after everything they'd been through would their luck still hold out for one more round or was it about to finally run out. That was on Anya's mind, after all since leaving the safety of the Vault 101 nearly five months ago, her search for her father has sent her from one end of the Capital Wastelands to the other and the countless struggles she'd managed to survive with only a few flesh wounds and broken bones to show for it. She didn't believe in luck, as the Rangers' did, nor did she believe in fate since she didn't like the idea of some higher power being in charge of her own destiny, what she did believe in was numbers and the odds were starting to stake up against her that soon she would be either severely hurt or even killed one of these days.

She pulled herself from her thoughts as the elevator jerked violently and the doors parted open to reveal a dimly lit velvet red carpet room that lead to a overlooking balcony which she suspected to be the hotel's main lobby. This is so much better, she thought to herself since they wouldn't have to worry about covering the high ground during their mad dash for freedom. Gathering her composure she raised her rifle up to the ready position and slowly made her way to the door less frame. Pressing up against the side of the wall, she cautiously peered around the corner and jerked her head back as she heard a electronic click followed by a loud blast of air that could only mean one thing.

"Incoming," she screamed.

The words were barely out of her mouth when a portion of the wall she was pressed up against exploded in a shower of shrapnel, wooden splinters, and dry wall. The force of the blast was enough to knock her away from the wall and onto the carpet floor. She could feel a searing burning sensation up and down her exposed arm causing her to consciously fight herself to glance at her arm fearing all she would find was a bloody stump. Instead she saw her arm still attached to her body, but trickles of blood where oozing from numerous lacerations caused by the exploding rocket and flying debris. Come on girl, clear your mind and get back into this fight, she told herself as he heard Brick's six barrel minigun began its ripping sounds of death.

Coming to her feet, she retrieved her rifle and made her way out onto the balcony. There were five Super Mutants, only four which were still in the fight thanks to Brick's quick thinking to take out the one with the missile launcher. The other four were array in teams of two, one on the ground level and the other on the balcony with them. Brick was keeping the team on the ground level pinned down as Butcher and Donovan interlock their sectors of fire against the balcony team.

Seeing that their teenage rescuer was still alive and in the fight, Butcher motion with his arm. "Cut to the right and flank these Jolly Greens from the rear."

Seeing that the balcony disappeared into an hallway and then came back out on the other side of the lobby that would give whoever a clear shot on all four Super Mutants, Anya nodded and broke from her cover, cursing the whole way as plaster and wood exploded all around her as the Super Mutants shifted their fire to try and cut her down. With one final lunge she hurled herself through the doorway and rolled onto her side, her finger depressing on the trigger to spray the hallway in front of her with a shower of hot death should there be a unaccounted for Super Mutant waiting to ambush any unsuspecting flanker.

Seeing the hallway was clear, she rose to her feet and hurried down the hallway, dropping her spent magazine as she reached to her vest for a fresh one. She was distracted for only a brief second but that was all needed for a the head of a sledgehammer to appear around the corner to a small refreshment area that she had failed to check. It landed squarely on her leather and armor vest, the blow was so powerful that it sent her flying backwards causing her to lose her grip on her rifle. A scream of pain escaped her mouth as she landed with a heavy thud, her labored gasp coming painfully in wheezes that indicated either a crack or broken rib. Shaking her head, she glance up to see a Super Mutant laughing viciously as it appeared in the hallway and came running towards her, sledgehammer ready to land the killing blow.

Anya barely had time to roll away as the Mutant planted the head of the powerful melee device into the floor where she had just been laying. She ducked again as the two meter tall green and yellow skin giant pulled the weapon free of the floor with one hand and swung it back in her direction, this time connecting with the wall. Backpedaling away from her assailant, she pulled her N99 10mm sidearm from her holster and emptied the entire twelve round clip into the Mutant's flesh. To her horror, all it did was make the beast laugh even more as it came towards her again. Dropping the pistol, she reached back and withdraw the sword from its sheath that she carried strapped to her back.

The sword, which she'd found during her travels, grasped in both hands, Anya took a single forward step and performed a underhand sweep that almost knocked the sledgehammer from the Mutant's grip, but he was too strong and powerful and he pushed her away with a hearty laugh. Spinning, Anya regained her balance and raced forward, feinting a diagonal slash from the left, then twisting the blade around to the right and surging forward. The blade might have gone passed the Mutant's guard, but instead it glanced off the back of his upraised left hand, deflecting off his gauntlet. She countered quickly with an upsweep to the Mutant's neck, but the green giant move to the right, catching the blade with the wooden hilt of its melee weapon and slide it violently back at the smaller girl's face.

Folding herself at the waist, Anya skittered backward, parrying a rapid series of curt but powerful blows. Ducking out of range, she twisted her body to the right, sending the thick metal head of the sledgehammer over her right shoulder, and rushed forward, hammering away. The Mutant took the numerous blows to his flesh without altering its stance or giving ground, but in the process left his lower body and legs unprotected. Seizing the opportunity, Anya whipping the blade around and drove it deep into the Mutant's side and across his lower abdomen section. She pulled the blade clear as the Mutant's intestines slipped through the gaping wound onto the ground. It stood there for a second or two before collapsing face first to the floor.

When the two meter tall beast failed to move after a few seconds, Anya's shaking legs finally could no longer carry her weight and she collapsed to her knees, fighting to regain her breath. This was the way Butcher found her. He stared at the disemboweled Super Mutant laying lifelessly on the floor and then to the heaving teenage girl and the bloody sword that she was using to stay upright. In all his time in the Rangers he'd seen some pretty crazy shit, but never before had he seen or heard of anyone going toe-to-toe with a Super Mutant armed with a melee weapon and come out of it alive.

Stepping over the corpse, he nodded his head in approval. "Not bad, kid, not bad at all. Can you walk?"

Anya nodded her head as Butcher helped her to her feet and grimaced from the pain.

"Hurts in the chest and painful to breath?" Butcher asked.

"Yeah, think I got some broken ribs. The brute landed a couple good shots." She shook her head. "I got careless."

"I can tell," he replied noticing the indentations on her combat vest. "Not to worry about it, just thank you're stars your still breathing."

Then it dawn on Anya that all was silent. "Is it over?"

"Yeah, we managed to dispatch our Jolly Greens when they got a bit too impatient and rushed us. I got worried about you when you didn't come back and after all you've done for us I wanted to make sure that you were in fact dead and not hurt and in need of help."

"Thanks, I guess."

"Well, I guess we should be thanking you or else we would still be stuck up on that roof waiting for the end. We're going to head back to the Ranger Compound and see if Reilly's back yet. You're more than welcome to tag along since Reilly will pay you herself."

"I think that'll be a good idea."

Of course she didn't want to add that in her present condition it was better off to move in a group than to stake off on your own through the DC Ruins.
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Placing a hand on the cool, damp concrete wall the red hair woman's nostrils flared as her lungs took in air through the nasal passage as her teeth clenched tightly in her closed mouth. She held it for a second before exhaling nosily, her whole body shuddering as she consciously visualized that instead of air being expelled from her body it was the pain. Reilly O'Neill, the leader of the mercenary group that bared her name, silently cursed herself for being weak as she pushed away from the wall. This wasn't the first time she was recovering from wounds she'd received while fighting in the ruins of Washington DC, but it was the first time that it was nearly fatal not only to her but to the rest of her Rangers.

Just about a week ago, her and her Rangers were mapping out the area of Vernon Square when they were jumped by an overwhelming force of Super Mutants. Face with such odds she ordered her Rangers to fall back to what she suppose was the relative safety of the nearby Saint Lady of Hope Hospital. Turned out that was the Jolly Green's stronghold and they'd walked right into a trap. However instead of fighting through the bottom level to either escape through the rear entrance or the underground sewers she decided it was best to head for higher ground. She closed her eyes at the recollection of those on-the-fly decisions she made, of them making the situation go from bad to worse to impossible to desperate. Trapped on the on the roof of the nearby Statesman Hotel and running low on ammunition she then got it in her wonderful mind of hers that she could sneak by the Muties utilizing her RobCo Stealth Boy 3001 which in turn was nearly her last fatal mistake. One minute she remembers running from a pack of Jolly Greens and the next she's waking up in the medical clinic of the Ghoul city of Underworld.

How could I be so fucking stupid, she wondered silently as she composed herself before strolling into the compound's medical wing. The medical center wasn't all that much, just a examination/surgical table, a cabinet full of wonderful medical supplies they could either find or trade for, a life support monitor, and an intravenous/oxygen stand. Butcher, her group's medic, had taken great pains to make sure they stayed stock up on all supplies and kept the room as sanitarily as possible. As she stepped into the room her eyes befall on the nineteen year old girl that had single handily brought the surviving members of her Rangers out of the fire and back home. God I don't remember her looking that young when I asked her to rescue the Rangers, Reilly thought as she watched Butcher wrapping gauze around her nude abdomen. Although devoid of any clothing from the waist up, she still covered herself by wrapping her arms in front of her breast.

Reilly found the sight to be both humorous and a bit unnerving. On one hand it was showing that the teenage girl was unspoiled and not accustomed to being nude in front of strangers, which Reilly found to be a positive trait since most women wandering in the Wastelands were more willing to give themselves to anyone or anything just to survive. This display reconfirmed that the girl had a set of principals and was going to live by them no matter what. But on the other hand she was a bit jealous of watching Butcher working in such close proximity to such a youthful and highly attractive girl. She didn't fear that he would stray from her just to get quick one in with the girl, but with men Reilly had learned you could never be too sure.

Touch her in any way that isn't professional or medically needed and I'll tie you to a bed post and fuck your brains out until you get the point that I'm your only woman, Reilly thought before speaking to Butcher. "So how is a little rescuer doing?"

"A couple broken ribs and some minor lacerations, but other than that in good health and spirits," he answered back.

Anya snorted as she carefully moved an arm away from her breast to retrieve her shirt that was laying behind her. "Speak for yourself. I don't feel much in high spirits at all. All I want to do now is fall asleep for a day or two."

The medic grinned as he return the unused medical supplies to their proper storage places. "As should we all," he replied back before addressing Reilly. "Those ribs will keep her from wearing her combat vest so she'll be with us a day or two."

Reilly nodded as she shifted her gaze back to the youngster. "From what I've been hearing from Brick and Donovan, sounds like you've been through hell."

"Nah. It was all in a day's work," Anya sarcastically replied, wincing as she tugged her shirt closed. Are you kidding, hell would've been a picnic compared to what I just went through.

The leader of Reilly's Rangers didn't seem to pick up on the sarcastic tone as a smile formed on her face. "You're a cocky little thing, aren't you? I like that." Maybe she isn't so naive as I figured, Reilly thought silently. "Well as much as I want to hear all about it, can you tell me a full debrief on what happened out there with my men?"

"I thought you heard everything from Brick and Donovan?"

"They tend to exaggerate a bit, especially Brick. I'm surprise they haven't tried to cock up a story on how they didn't need to be rescue. You must've made one hell of an impression on them?"

The teenager shrugged her shoulders. "Well there isn't much to tell you. We made it all back in one piece and left a lot of Muties dead behind us."

"Well that's good. I heard that you even killed one by gutting it with a sword?"

Which was all luck and had nothing to do with skill, Anya thought. "Yeah, I did."

"I give you props, kid, going toe-to-toe with a Jolly Green."

"Yeah and it gave me some busted ribs in return."

Reilly laugh. "Yeah but I'm sure the Mutie would be more than happy to trade places with you if it was still amongst the land of the living." Then she became somber. "So I take it you found Theo?"

Theo was a the only unlucky member of Reilly's Rangers not to make it to the roof during the long, drawn out retreat through the Statesman Hotel. Anya had found Theo's decapitated body and the ammunition he was carrying in his pack between the fifth and six level stairwell. From the blast damage she witness in the area Reilly was right in her assumptions that he was killed by a stray fragmentation grenade. Reaching into her pocket, she withdraw a simple chain that held a simple four-leaf clover medallion and tossed it to Reilly.

Catching it her hand, her face saddened as she stared at the medallion. "He was only twenty-two," she said, clenching the fist that held the medallion tightly. "God fucking damn it all, he just got into the Rangers and now he's dead because my fucking blunders." Then to Anya's surprise, she dropped the medallion into her pocket. "Listen to me go on about my men. I'm sure you're more interested in your reward than listening to me talk, so let me get right to it."

"No, please continue. Your men are more important than my reward." And Anya meant what she said.

But all Reilly did was smile and wave a finger towards her. "Going soft? Don't lose that merc edge on me now, girl. The Rangers don't have much in the forms of caps at the moment, so I was thinking of maybe something else for your reward. You traded your services to help my men so how about a trade for some equipment? I got a few spare Ranger battle armor sets lying around or maybe one of Brick's Miniguns. She has too many of them already."

The minigun sounded appealing but there was no way she would be able to lug that heavy piece of hardware around. She was strong, but not that strong. Eyeing her busted up combat vest, she decided it was best time for an upgrade. "I could use some new armor. Mine didn't hold up that well as you can tell."

"Then I'll make sure you won't have to worry about that again, Kid," Reilly said with a smirk. "So until Butcher gives you a clean bill of health consider this place your home away home. Come on, I'll show you to your room as well as give you the tour of the compound."

The tour didn't last too long, in fact the compound wasn't that big, just a bunch of rooms that served as the Rangers' command and control center, armory, medical clinic, storage, kitchen area, recreation room, and six separate storage units that served as barracks. Opening the door, Reilly stood off to the side and gesture with her hand for Anya to step on in. The room was small and cramp with a single bed, a nightstand, and a metal locker.

"It's not much, Kid, but it's home. Don't worry this isn't Theo's old room."

"Thanks. And thanks for allowing me to stay here."

"After what you did to save my men it'll be an honor for you to stay here with us."

When Reilly didn't leave, Anya glanced back at the door to see the red hair mercenary leader just staring at her as if she wanted to say something.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" she asked.

"What?" asked Reilly, as if coming out of a trance.

"You were staring at me. Do you want to get something off your mind?"

For a moment Reilly just stood there unmoving as if contemplating her next response. Then she just shook her head and said, "It's nothing. Been a long week and I need to get some rest. I'll see you in the morning."

"Right," muttered Anya as Reilly closed the door behind her.

Glancing around the cramp room, she guess it wasn't the worse for commendations she'd endured since leaving the Vault. She let out a long sigh which caused her to grimace in pain as her ribs howled in protest before tossing her gear into the locker and stripped down to her bra and panties. Collapsing onto the bed, she closed her eyes and waited to be taken away into the realm of silent blackness.
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Her eyes widen in horror as she lowered the depleted smoking N99 10mm sidearm as she backpedal away from the laughing Super Mutant that she had just empty an entire clip into. Dropping the pistol, she reached back and withdrew the sword from its sheath that she carried strapped to her back. The sword, which she'd found during her travels, grasped in both hands, Anya took a single forward step and performed a underhand sweep that almost knocked the sledgehammer from the Mutant's grip, but he was too strong and powerful and he pushed her away with a hearty laugh. Spinning, Anya regained her balance and raced forward, feinting a diagonal slash from the left, then twisting the blade around to the right and surging forward. The blade might have gone past Mutant's guard, but instead it glanced off the back of his upraised left hand, deflecting off his gauntlet. She countered quickly with an upsweep to the Mutant's neck, but the green giant move to the right, catching the blade with the wooden hilt of his melee weapon and slide it violently back at the smaller girl's face.

Folding herself at the waist, Anya skittered backward, parrying a rapid series of curt but powerful slashes. Ducking out of range, she twisted her body to the right, sending the thick metal head of the sledgehammer over her right shoulder, and rushed forward, hammering away. The Mutant took the numerous blows to his flesh without altering its stance or giving ground, but in the process left his lower body and legs unprotected. Seizing the opportunity, Anya whipping the blade around to drive it deep into the Mutant's side and across his lower abdomen section. But her thrust was halted as the lumbering giant grabbed her wrist. She let out a scream of pain as it tighten its hold, causing her hand to involuntarily open dropping her last remaining weapon to the ground. With a lipless grin, the Mutant heaved her backwards but to Anya's astonishment he didn't follow up with a blow from its sledgehammer. Instead it dropped the melee weapon and lunged towards her, it's arms stretch out in front to grab her.

Anya let out a shriek and managed to slip underneath the behemoth's grasp. Quickly she fell back out of the hallway and back onto the balcony to link back up with the Rangers but came to a halt when all she saw was the lifeless bodies of the three Rangers and two more Super Mutants standing there laughing. With a sudden fear growing inside of her, she raced back towards the elevator, throwing herself inside as her hand slammed on the panel as the three lumbering beast came chasing after her. She backpedal to the back of the lift, petrified that the doors wouldn't close shut in enough of time, but they did and the lift jerked as it started to rise higher into the hotel.

Think, think damn it, she kept telling herself. You can't get out that way so maybe the way back through the floors of the hotel that you came through should still be clear. Just backtrack the way you came, pick up some weapons from the dead Muties, cross back over to the hospital, and then get the hell out of here. Sounded like a reasonable plan and probably the safest bet so she decided to go ahead with it. The elevator came to a sudden jerk and the panel chimed as the doors slid open and Anya realized that she wasn't back on the roof, instead the elevator had stopped in a lash grand hallway that would lead her back to the main dining room and kitchen. No problem, it should still be clear, she thought as she eased herself out of the elevator and pressed up against a column. Steadying her breathing, she peek around the corner and let out a sigh of relief at seeing the two lifeless corpses of Muties down the hallway just right where she'd fallen them.

Hustling over to the bodies, she remembered that both were armed with Type 151 Chinese Assault Rifles when she dispatched them, but the only weapon she could find was a 10mm pistol. Whatever, it's still a weapon, girl, now get your ass moving, she told herself. Cautiously she started to move back through the hallway, visualizing from memory her route that she took. She was coming to a corner that would lead her to the stairwell when a door opened on the far side of the hallway and the three Muties from downstairs stepped out, laughing.

"There you are," shouted one of them. "Stop hiding. We're hungry for you!"

Anya let out a scream at the top of her lungs, running back the way she came towards the elevator, knowing that it was impossible for the same two Super Mutants to have beaten her up to the top levels of the Statesman by utilizing just the stairwell. Maddening laughs followed the young former vault dweller, announcing the presence of the three Muties pursuing after Anya. Turning the corner, she saw the open doors of the elevator began to close on her last venue of escape. Crying out loud, she propelled her feet to run faster but it was to no avail as she reached the doors just as they slammed shut. She pounded uselessly on the ancient decor for a second before she realized that she was still being chased.

Turning, she took up a steady firing pose and leveled her sidearm at the corner where the Muties would come from. As the first one turned the corner, Anya fired five rounds. The lead Mutant howled in agony as the 10mm full metal jacket rounds tore into its side, splattering it's blood across the carpeted hallway. Anya fired again at the second Hunter, this time at the head, and succeeded in knocking the Mutant into the last. But her joy turned to horror as the first Mutant just laughed, shaking its head at her as if telling her it was useless.

Filled with absolute dread, Anya gasp desperately for air as she sprinted away from the wounded Super Mutants towards the doors that would led her into the dining room. The unwounded Mutant, which so happened to be the one that she'd fought with the sword, pursued the human female's fleeing form, its massive feet shaking the very carpeted floor that it ran upon. The young teenage girl burst into the dining room, slamming and locking the doors shut behind her. However the last pursuing Super Mutant didn't stop and ran full tilt into the doors, the oak frame shuddering from the impact. Anya backed away from the trembling doors, her pistol held in a death grip. Sweat dripped down Anya's fear-filled face, trickling down her spine and beaded across her heaving breasts. When the doors cracked loudly from the Mutant's ramming, she turned and ran down the length of the dining room to the far door on the right side wall. The doors shattered, disgorging the hunger driven Mutant, who instantly caught sight of Anya and rocketed forward in chase. Anya tugged open the door in front of her, closing it just as the Super Mutant leapt up to pounce upon her. The Mutant's fist smashed through the door like it was made of cardboard. The teenage girl stumbled backwards, her eyes locked on the shuddering portal as her pursuer smashed it into kindling.

"There you are," he said again.

"Please...no," sobbed Anya, tears pouring hotly down her cheeks while she raised her pistol to fight off her attacker.

The Super Mutant regarded the human female with dark amusement with its bright yellow eyes. It tilted it's head, a rough tongue lolling out the left side of its lipless mouth. The Mutant towered over Anya as it slowly approached closer to Anya, it's arms extending to grab her. Her finger jerked inside the trigger well of her sidearm but the weapon didn't discharge, the click sounding of an empty magazine was nearly deafening to Anya. The Super Mutant lunged forward, batting the sidearm aside causing Anya to scream as the Mutant grabbed her combat vest, tearing it away from her body. She kicked at the monster, fumbling at her belt for anything that could be of use to defend herself. But the Super Mutant was faster, slamming into Anya's body, knocking her back into the far wall. The teenager grunted from the impact, her breath momentarily lost from the blow. Grabbing her by her leg, it tossed her like a rag doll into the adjacent tea room, the floor still stained with the blood of two Muties that she slew in there. Anya fell onto the small couch along one of the small room's walls. She hit the back of the couch, her chest on fire from smacking the unforgiving wood frame. Still dazed, she didn't notice the Mutant standing behind her until he grabbed a hold of her trousers and ripped them off her body including her cotton panties. When the monster mounted Anya's back, she knew what it intended to do to her.

"No!" screamed Anya as the Mutant thrust it's stiff cock into her pussy, breaking through her harem in one deep thrust.

She reached behind her to attempt to push the Mutant off, but the Mutie wasn't about to allow her to stop what it wanted. Grasping the back of her head, the Super Mutant smashed her face into the wall facing her. Dazed from the blow, Anya remained limp in the Mutant's dreaded embrace as it pumped it's member into her small cunt, the width of its tool forcing the mouth of her pussy open as far as it would go. Flesh slapped on flesh, the Mutant's gigantic palms reaching around to squeeze the teenage girl's tits while it rammed back and forth within her slit, it's shaft plunging deep into her helpless belly. The Mutant climaxed with a grunt, shooting it's semen into her enfolding vagina.

Methodically, the Super Mutant tore off the remainder of Anya's clothes before grasping both of her wrists with its left hand and dragging her out of the tea room. The young teenage girl moaned softly, a purple bruise forming on her right temple, her pussy moist with the monster's cum and blood from her torn harem. The Super Mutant dragged the limp naked girl down the hall, entering the first doorway on the left. Anya watched with dread while the other two Super Mutants whom she had wounded in the grand hallway shambled into sight, the bleeding gun wounds on their bodies still visible. They laughed with obscene desire as they followed their comrade and it's lovely prisoner down another hallway until they reached the far exit on the left. Anya and the Super Mutants entered an L-shaped passageway that led to a staircase going down. On one of the walls of the stairway room was a door. The Super Mutant yanked Anya into the room, which had a table, a chest, and a small bed. It hurled Anya onto the bed, then backed away into a corner of the room, watching while it's two comrades advanced towards their outstretched prey.

Anya pressed her bare back against the wall, tears shining in her eyes as one of the Mutants reached for her. The creature took Anya's head in its massive palms, forcing her mouth onto its erect member. Anya screamed while the Super Mutant's prick rammed down her throat, filling her mouth with its rancid meat pole. The second Mutant crouched down near the human female teenager's short, slim legs, nuzzling her pussy, tentatively licking one fold of her labia with its warm tongue. The Mutie shoved its mouth into Anya's cunt, lapping at the pink walls of her vagina. Anya closed her eyes as tears streamed down her face willingly with her lips wrapped around one of the Mutant's shaft, which slithered in and out of her warm mouth.

The Super Mutant caressed Anya's developed young tits, it's hands fondling her tiny, firm orbs. The Mutant sucking on her pussy pulled it's savage face out of her crotch, a bridge of gleaming honey linking his mouth with the teenage girl's moist twat. It rolled her from her side onto her back, spreading her naked legs apart before kneeling between them, caressing the lips of her cunt with the dripping head of its cock. Anya cried weakly in protest, staring futilely as the monster between her thighs inserted its meat into her open cunt. She arched her back, her nipples stiff while the Super Mutant started humping her pussy, its strong hips rolling smoothly with each powerful thrust into her vagina. Anya's lips caressed the sides of the cock filling her mouth, drool sliding down the sides of her mouth while she unwillingly sucked on his pole, the taste of his cum thick upon her tongue.

The Super Mutant fucking Anya's mouth pulled its engorged cock out of her mouth, releasing its stream into her face. She coughed to clear the sticky cream from her nose and throat while her other ravager removed it's prick and squirted hot milk over her stomach and tits. The sadist Mutants picked up Anya by her thin arms, practically carrying her to the Super Mutant who watched in the corner. The Mutie spread its massive green-yellowish skinned legs apart, presenting its long, hard shaft for the limp, cum adorned girl. The two supporting Super Mutants sat Anya down on their comrade's lap, its pole ramming up into her body. Anya grimaced with pain as the Mutant in front of her began thrusting up with its crotch, plunging it's shaft even deeper into her vagina. The teenage girl bounced up and down on the Mutant's lap, her small tits jiggling from the vibrations of her naked body. The Mutant gnawed on her bleeding breasts, biting her small nipples until she gasped with pain. It fondled her tight buttocks as it lick up her cleavage to her graceful neck, playfully biting her throat, covering her flushed skin with his revolting drool.

The Mutie who had sucked Anya's pussy yanked her head back by her short auburn hair, making her grimace before it shoved it's cock between her tightly pressed lips. Anya groaned vainly in protest, it's slick meat twitching inside her mouth. It held it's hand around her neck, squeezing firmly as he pumped it's shaft up and down within her moist throat. The Super Mutant fucking Anya's pussy grasped onto her hips, crashing it's crotch onto her cunt even more violently. Anya was forced into a nearly horizontal position, the rapist Super Mutant filling her mouth with its prick rubbing her tits while the monster thrusting into her shuddering cunt licked her flat belly.

Anya gasped for breath when the Super Mutant raping her lips yanked out his member and poured it's cum over her nose, cheeks and gaping mouth. The Mutant beneath the human teenage girl pushed her up by her hips, shooting it's reeking jism over her quivering cunt and across her trembling inner thighs. Discarding her onto the floor, the lumbering giants stood as the other one start to take its place between her spread thighs.
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"No," Anya screamed as she bolted upright into a sitting position.

It took her a moment to realize that she wasn't back in the Statesman Hotel being brutally gang-raped by a bunch of Super Mutants. Instead she found herself in the same quarters in the Ranger Compound drenched in sweat, her chest heaving frantically rubbing her aching, hardened nipples against the soaked shirt. Relieved that what she had just experienced was nothing more than a nightmare, she couldn't help herself in burying her head into the palms of her hands as tears poured freely from her eyes.

The door to the quarters flew open and Butcher came running into the room, medical bag in one hand, and Reilly slightly behind him. Both of them were wearing undergarments that doubled over for sleepwear and had apparently been roused from their deep slumber by her scream.

"Are you ok, Anya?" Butcher asked as he noticed the slight opaqueness in the younger girl's cheeks. Feeling the teenager's forehead, he shook his head slightly. "You feel a little warm. Might be a slight infection." Opening his bag, he produce a plastic vile and handed her two piles from it. "Take these," he said.

Anya complied with the medic's orders, but said nothing. Reilly could see that something had clearly rattled the younger girl, but clearly she didn't want to talk about it. "Come on, Butcher. Let's let her rest."

He nodded but gave her a stern warning before leaving. "If the fever gets worse, you come and get me and I don't care what time it is."

Anya blinked as Reilly hustled Butcher out of the room before she could even say anything. Giving a soft sigh, she waited for a few minutes to make sure they didn't come back before sliding one of her hands into her panties. She gave a muffled groan as her fingers came in contact with her labia, noticing just how much of her juices were smeared on her panties and upper thighs from her nightmare. As she touch her engorged cunt lips again, the result was electrifying, causing her whole body to shudder as she felt her body warming to the touch. Nora had warned her during one of her many private lessons she had with the Megaton prostitute that the more she pleasured herself the harder it would be to resist the temptation.

And she was right for it didn't feel like she had a good orgasm once during her nightmare and it felt like she would explode if she didn’t cum soon. Hiking her panties down around her ankles, Anya ran a gentle finger over her wet slit, gasping at the sensation. Her thoughts shifted to the Megaton whore, just the thought of her turning her on even farther. She looked down at her thin sweat soaked shirt, noticing that the fabric over each of her nipples were already showcasing the hardened buds. She must have been even more turned on than she thought as she took a deep breath before reaching down and cupping her dainty hand over her crotch again, feeling the heat of her slit. A moment passed and Anya felt her wetness soak through her close fingers, moistening the flesh on her hands. She could hardly believe how horny she was as she massaged her tight slit through the nightgown, relishing the feeling it gave her.

Reluctantly, she pulled her hand away and ran it up her body, her wet fingers leaving a slight trail of moisture up her stomach, her left breast bouncing slightly as her hand hit it. She giggled at how naughty she was being and began massaging her hard nipples through the sweat soaked shirt, moaning with pleasure as she did so. Her clitoris was begging to be touched and she unconsciously moved her hips in a semi circular motion, thrusting at a nonexistent lover. A drop of her slippery juices ran slowly down her thigh and she knew that she was wetter than she’d ever been before. She stayed like that for a few minutes, her fingers running over her hard nipples at a frantic pace, she could feel an orgasm building from the stimulation of her nipples alone and she moaned in pleasure, her legs feeling like they might give out at any moment.

The entire area between her legs was slick and shiny with copious amounts of her wetness and even her auburn bush was matted with the stuff. Her position naturally spread her wet lips apart, exposing the bright pink of her inner depths to the vented air and causing her to moan one more time.

She couldn’t take it anymore, and forced the tip of a finger into her desperately tight pussy, ramming it in hard despite the pain. Her breath was coming in frantic gasps now as she rode her finger like a girl possessed. She rammed the digit into herself harder and farther than ever before. Suddenly she rolled over onto her side and buried her head into the bed's mattress to stifle the scream of absolute bliss as a massive orgasm exploded from her cunt. Laying there unmoving for a few seconds as her entire body tremble from her eruption, she slowly rolled back over and pulled her hand away from her snatch, licking her fingers clean of the slightly sweet liquid. A sigh escaped her lips as she barely had the strength to pull her soaked panties back up before drifting back into a dreamless slumber.
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I feel like shit!

It wasn't a judgmental call having just slept over eighteen hours but more of a medical one seeing that somehow during her slumber she'd managed to pull the tiny waste basket over to the side of her bed and fill it about a tenth of the way with whatever contents remained in her stomach and then some. Her head was pounding, her vision was blurred, her hands were shaking, and she was sweating profusely. She tried to sit up on the lumpy mattress but her strength gave out and she collapsed back onto her back where she remained unmoving. What's wrong with me, Anya wondered silently to herself. Besides her broken ribs and a slight infection, Butcher had given her a clean bill of health with no adverse acts from exposure to radiation.

So if it wasn't an infection nor radiation sickness, then what else could be wrong with her?

Gathering her strength, she once again heaved herself upwards and succeeded in sitting upright on the bed. Taking a few labor gasp of air, she swung her legs over the side and stood up onto her wobbling feet. The whole world seemed to spin as she stood and Anya had to steady herself by placing a hand on the cool concrete wall. When the world had ceased spinning enough for Anya to be confident enough to take a step without keeling over and slamming her face into the hard floor, she carefully proceeded to the door, stopping only long enough to purge a stream of stomach bile onto the ground before making her way out into the corridor where she half walk, half stumbled down the passageway towards the infirmary.

"I don't feel so good," she mumbled as she staggered through the doorway.

Butcher glanced over his shoulder upon hearing the voice was on her in a split second, barely catching the teenage girl as she started to pitch over. Heaving her lithe form into his arm, he placed her on the examination/surgical table and immediately placed electro-sensors that fed her vitals onto the life support monitor. He frowned at seeing the readouts and rolled over the intravenous/oxygen stand and began prepping a thousand milliliter saline solution bag to administer to the girl. Anya just laid on the table unmoving as beads of rolling sweat rolled down the sides of her forehead as she felt the needle prick against her skin on her left forearm.

"What's happening to me?" she asked as Butcher administered another injection, this time directly into her shoulder.

"I'm not sure," he said. "Your blood pressure is high and your EKG levels are above normal. What else are you currently feeling?"

"I feel like shit."

"No. What other symptoms are you experiencing right now?"

"Well my head feels like it's in a vice and my eyes are all blurry and I'm shaking a lot," she answered in a cracking voice. "I've also puked anything that was in my stomach and then some during the night and once before I got here."

Butcher nodded his head. "During the events at the Statesman, did you take anything to stay awake or focus. Any stimulants like Amphetamines or Methylphenidates?"

"Some Buffout."

"How many dosage and how long between each one?"

Anya shook her head. "I don't recall. A lot, I guess, to keep me going and to stay awake. Why?"

"I think you've became addicted to that stimulant drug and are currently experiencing severe withdrawal effects," he answered.

"How bad?" she asked.

Noting the concern in her voice, Butcher gave her a reassuring pat on her shoulder. "Shouldn't be too bad, but the next day or so you're going to feel like, as you said, shit. I'm going to give you a mild relaxer that'll help with the pain and fever and I'm going to keep you here for observation."

"Whatever you say, you're the Doc," Anya replied.
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"You know making this habit isn't something you really want, spending more time here in our infirmary. How you feeling?" Reilly asked as walk into the infirmary, her eyes going directly to the erect teenage girl sitting on the examination table.

"A lot better than I did yesterday for sure," Anya replied. "Still sore and I still got that fucking headache."

Butcher nodded as he crossed his arms against his chest. "The headaches will still last for another day or two but you should count herself lucky. Buffout is an extremely potent and high addictive Amphetamine. I recommend not taking any of it for a while or risk becoming addicted to them again."

"Don't worry, I'm not going to touch that crap again."

"Never say never," Reilly came back with. "I've been addicted to that shit a few times myself. Although I promised myself I wouldn't touch it again, events out there in Wastes where I had to stay active and alert forced me to take a couple hits."

Well I'm not like you and when I say I'm not going to take that crap again I mean it, Anya thought silently to herself. "Well I hope it doesn't come to that. Going through that once is enough for me."

Reilly shrugged her shoulders. "Whatever you say, Kid." She then glanced at Butcher. "You give her some yet?'

Butcher glanced at Reilly for a second, then to Anya, and then back to Reilly. "No, I haven't. You sure about that? We don't have much left and we might need it."

"I think we could spare a little bit to help her out," stated Reilly.

Butcher shrugged his shoulders as he opened the medicine cabinet, removed a plastic bottle and handed it to Anya. "This will help with the let down from the addiction so you're body isn't completely going without."

"What is it?" Anya asked, looking at the label less bottle.

"It's a chemical concoction that I made up. It's a vaporous lotion gel that mimics the smell of Buffout causing the mind to trick the body into believing that you're taking the drug." He gave her a wink when she fix him with a uncertain gaze. "Don't worry, it's completely safe and harmless to the body. You're not the first to go through Buffout withdrawal around here."

As Butcher finished instructing Anya on how to use the lotion, Reilly then glanced at Butcher and said, "Can you give us a few minutes in private?"

"Sure thing," he said and then left the two women alone in the medical room, closing the door behind him as he left.

As the door closed shut, leaving the two women alone inside the compound's infirmary, Anya waited for Reilly's speech that she knew had to be coming. When the red hair woman failed to utter a word, it confused the teenage girl a bit. Watching as the older woman shifted her weight from leg to leg she could tell that whatever she wanted to say she was having trouble getting it out. What could be it that it's been eating her up like this, she wondered to herself figuring that it might be best instead of waiting for Reilly to tell her maybe she should try to engage her in small conversation first to try and get her to open up.

"So what's been happening since you've been back?"

That question seem to take the Irish woman a bit by surprised. "Umm, great so far. After everything that we've been through I decided to give the Rangers a few days off to relax and heal their wounds before we get back to business."

Anya nodded, not wanting to push too much. "Can I ask you a question?"

Reilly shrugged her shoulders. "Sure."

"What's the deal with Talon Company?"

"What about them?"

"Well, both the Rangers and Talon are mercenary companies," Anya said, choosing her words carefully. "From what I've seen in the DC ruins they also seemed to be fighting the Super Mutants, but what I don't get is why are they after me?"

That got a chuckle from Reilly. "I take it you must've pissed off someone if Talon is gunning for yea. Let me give you a word of advice. Stay away from them, they give mercs a bad name."

"Why?"

"Oh come on, don't start being naive on me, especially if you had to deal with one or two of their bounty hunting parties. They have no morals, no remorse," Reilly said as she ticked off the reasons on her fingers, "and they wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet through a defenseless man's head if it meant a job."

Anya shook her head, now wishing she hadn't taken this route. Yes, she'd some run ins with Talon Company but she was hoping that they were reasonable enough that with a few caps thrown their way they would stop trying to collect on that bounty that Mister Burke put on her head when she disarmed the nuclear bomb in the center of Megaton instead of going in on his scheme to destroy the settlement by detonating it. Apparently that was not going to happen which frighten her a bit.

"I wish they would stop chasing after me is all. I would pay them the amount of the bounty if that would appease them."

The Irish woman snorted as she lowered herself into a chair. "Yeah they would take your money and then put a bullet between your eyes so they could double the amount. Look, those fucks went into a settlement a year or two ago and killed everyone; women, children...everyone. That's the sort of crap Talon Company does. All they care about is getting paid. Reilly's Rangers operate on a set of morals. We're here to help people and we're not professional assassins."

"So if someone came up to you and offered you to take out, say, a known evil person you still wouldn't do it?"

"Nope," answered Reilly. "See, kid, if we took one of those type of contracts then we would have to take others, and how do you know if who you're killing is actually a bad person and not some victim of some coup up story. Besides, someone else takes care of those law breakers out there in the Wastes so we don't have to waste our time with it."

That comment sparked Anya's interest. "Really? I haven't seen any sort of organized law enforcement out there in the Wastes."

Reilly smiled. "Because you won't unless they're coming for you. They're not a law enforcement agency per say, kid, more like a bounty hunting outfit that deals out Wasteland Justice to the worse of the worse scum out there. They're the reason why the waste aren't awash in murderers, serial killers, rapists, and cannibals. They go by the name of the Regulators."

"You know where I can find them?"

"Sorry, can't help you out there. The Rangers primarily work the DC ruins and the Regulators mostly have their operations out in the Wastes so you'll have to ask around out there." Then she heard a growl that started softly and then grew in pitch. "Wow, Kid, did that come from you?"

Anya looked sheeplessly as she nodded her head. "I haven't eaten much of anything since I came back here yesterday."

"Well, we'll have to take care of that," Reilly answered as she came to her feet. "After that we'll had back to your quarters and I'll show you how to use that lotion that Butcher gave yea."

As she slid off the smooth, metal surface of the table, Anya glanced at Reilly for a brief second, who allowed the briefest of grins to flash across her lips before making her way out into the corridor and followed the leader of the Rangers to what pass as the compound's kitchen and dining facility all the while wondering what was eating at Reilly so much that kept her mute or evasive when asked.
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"What is this crap suppose to be, Brick?" asked Donovan as he casually tossed the remains of a bisect back onto his tray.

"Hydro-processed cornbread I think," smirked Butcher as he took a sip from his glass.

"You better eat that shit if you know what's good for yea," added Brick. "I didn't hear anyone complaining about the shit that you dished out last night."

"Not then, but definitely later on although," finished Butcher.

That got a rounding laugh from the table, minus Anya who was at the butt end of the joke. She flashed a smile but said nothing as she tenderly took another small bite of the yellowish colored bisect and had to agree that it did taste like crap as she chewed. Strike that, crap would probably taste better than this, she thought as she tossed it back into her own tray without finishing it. If she would've imagine the type of shit she'd been living on for the past few months when she resided in Vault 101 it probably would've been a nightmare to her. Now it was just another day if she was going to crack open a few hundred years old barely editable wonder meat in a can or fresh meat from whatever critter that'd tried to make her a meal that day.

From her short time in the compound she found that the Rangers took turns each day of who was going to be the misfortunate chef of day that would be the brunt of the sarcastic comments and barrage of insults over whatever was prepped. They might all be good, hard fighters out in the DC ruins, but they were all equally horrendous cooks. Heck, a Mr. Handy would be a upgrade for them. That got a silent smirk from her as fought to swallow the mystery meat of the day down her throat.

"So when is the Kid going to jump into the rotation?" asked Brick.

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. It'll break up the usual rotation of crap we have to digest on a regular basis here," added Donovan.

Reilly shrugged and glanced over to Anya that was seated next to her. "I dunno, sounds like a good idea to me. So how about it, want to handle tomorrow's disaster?"

She really didn't want too, after all the last time she prep a meal for others was a surprise breakfast in bed for her Dad eight years ago. Of course she was aided by Jonas and Andy, the vault's Mr. Handy robot, with mix results.

"I don't know. I think it would be worse than what you guys are use too around here."

"Hey, don't worry about it, we won't throw it back at yea," said Butcher.

"Yeah, that only happened with Theo the first few times he cooked," added Brick.

It was so quiet in the room after that they could hear the overhead air ventilation ducts squeaking in their supports. The lost of Theo was still too recent for anyone to find anything humorous in Brick's comment.

Finally it was Reilly who broke the silence as she rose her glass. "To Theo, may he be in a better off place then this fucking hellhole of a world we reside in."

They rose their glasses in unison and then poured some of the contents onto the ground before downing the last of the liquid. The toast seemed to signal the end of dinner and the five of them cleaned the area up before departing their separate ways for the evening. Of course, as Anya left the room she saw Reilly again waiting for her out in the corridor. Okay this is starting to get a bit ridicules, she thought as the red head fell in behind beside her.

The walk in silence for a minute before Anya decided to break the silence. "So where are you from, Reilly?"

"Here and there," she answered. "Nowhere really."

"Are you always this evasive?"

"Yep."

Anya shook her head. "And here everyone said teenagers were impossible."

That got a sad shake of the head from Reilly. "That's not always condescending. After all, how many people actually make it to their teenage years? Anya, everyone here has skeletons in their closets; some we wish to forget, some we chose to forget. I'm sure there's some things that has happened or you did that you don't want us to know about."

She couldn't argue with that comment. From the way Reilly look at her she just figured that Anya was just another hard bitten, tough as nails roaming Wastelander and not just a wide-eyed, naive, and extremely scared teenage girl whose was still getting a first rate education in the real world after having spent her entire life in seclusion safely tucked away inside a Vault Tec Vault. Yet, still she wondered if Reilly hadn't started to figure it out the way that she looked at her from time to time.

"But talking does help from time to time without telling someone everything," Anya finally said.

"I guess," muttered Reilly.

Anya waited for the red hair woman to continue but yet again she didn't open up or start talking about whatever it was on her mind. For crying out loud, what the fuck do I have to do to finally to get you to open up and speak whatever it is you want to say to me, she thought to herself.

Turning the corner to the billeting ward, Reilly glance over her shoulder to Anya and said, "Why don't you hit your quarters and get ready for the sack and I'll come by in a little bit to show you the best way to use that lotion as I promised."

The former Vault dweller nodded her head but decided to say nothing as she broke away from Reilly and made her way into her cramp quarters. Closing the door behind her, she walked over to the bed, buried her head underneath her pillow and let out a scream of frustration.

"Now I know how my father must've felt when trying to get me to tell him something," she grumbled as she hurdled the pillow into the wall.

Collapsing onto the bed, Anya just laid there for a while, thinking about her life in the vault, which now seemed like a entirely different life that she'd lived. Hell the only biggest worry she'd had was some sort of weird feelings she was starting to feel towards her childhood nemesis, Butch Deloria. Butch, the tall, lurking, menacing, yet extremely handsome leader of the Tunnel Snakes gang had always given her crap even when they were young, but in the last year she'd caught him staring at her, once when she did he gave her a wink, which to her amazement she'd blushed. Maybe Butch wasn't so bad after all, but then there was Amata, her one and only true friend in the vault. Inseparable when little, they'd been playmates then friends and finally the best of friends, heck she even put her life in grieve danger by warning her of her father's murderous rage the night that her father left the vault.

While living in the vault she'd never seem or felt that she was attracted to her, but after the few lessons she'd shared with Nova in Megaton seemed to awaken something within her, something that she'd never knew existed, and now during those long nights alone in the Waste she thought of her friend and her smiling face and that tight, untouched body of hers and imagine a day when she could hold that form of hers tightly pressed into her own and make her feel wonderful as Nova had taught her. As she laid there thinking of Amata her crotch area started to become moist and aching, causing her hand to unconsciously move towards that region. A soft whimper escaped her lips as she rubbed her aching loins through the fabric of her trousers. All she wanted to do at that moment was rip off her pants and plunge her digits into her moistening folds, but then she remembered that Reilly would be returning shortly to help her with the medication that Butcher had given her. Cursing, she figured that if she got changed and cleaned up then she might still have some time to pleasure herself before Reilly arrived.
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By the time Reilly knocked on Anya's door, the teenager had already changed into her own sleepwear, which consisted entirely of a overly large white t-shirt hung just over her hips, and a pair of blue panties that she found when searching the ruins of Springvale. It was a far cry from what she was use to when living in the Vault 101, but when roaming in the Wastes you didn't have to worry about changing your clothes at all. Even though she had cleaned herself up, Anya had not had enough time to relieve herself before the Irish woman had come. Opening the door, Anya blinked as she saw Reilly, who had changed into a red lace nightgown. Moving aside to let her enter, Anya continued staring, only pulling her eyes away when she realized her eyes had slid to the red head's pert rear end when she had walked by.

As Anya made her way into the cramp quarters, Anya closed the door and turned around, crossing her arms under her breasts as she waited. When the leader of the Rangers' turned back around, she smiled that sweet smile of hers, putting her hands on the younger girl's shoulders and pushing her gentle back to the bed, sitting the teenager down on it.

"Now go ahead and lay down, and take your shirt off."

Anya blinked her eyes in astonishment. "Excuse me?"

Reilly replied by holding up the bottle that Butcher had given Anya earlier. "I want to show you how to rub some of this lotion on you that will maximum the effects."

Anya felt her cheeks darken slightly more than they had in the corridor, at what her friend was telling her to do. Why, of all nights, did Reilly have to be in such a helping mood, when she was driving her insane with her stonewalling tactics! She did comply though, pulling the white shirt off and tossing it on the foot of the bed, and crossing her arms over her pert breasts as she reclined back onto the mattress. She could feel her nipples stiffening slightly from the cool breeze coming from the ventilation ducts above her, and she was already beginning to feel embarrassed about this.

"So you didn't answer my question last time?" She watched the red head woman walk back to the bed, squirting a little bit of the lotion on her hands and rubbing them together.

"I know because I didn't want to answer it."

Anya noticed a small flush in Reilly's cheeks as she waved her hands, motioning for her to lower her own arms. Taking a deep breath, she laid her arms down at her sides, exposing her teenage breasts to the older woman, feeling her embarrassment reddening her cheeks. Reilly placed her hands close to Anya's collarbone, rubbing the lotion in with a soft, but firm touch.

"Besides, did I really try and pry into your past?"

Anya shook her head slightly, enjoying the soft massage on her shoulders and upper chest. It was making her nipples stiffen up a little more solidly, but she was enjoying herself too much to care right that second.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked," replied Anya.

Reilly just smiled and shook her head as her hands slide a little lower, massaging on the tops of Anya's breasts slightly. "Forget about it. After all, I'm sure we all have things in our past that we don't want to discuss too anyone."

The former vault dweller didn't bother to answer as she fought the urge to squirm under the massaging hands that were touching her, feeling the crotch of her panties sticking to her mound from her nectar again, making her hold her legs closed tightly. Closing her eyes, Anya tried to ignore the arousing part of the massage, just trying to relax. She just hoped that Reilly wasn't aware that her massaging hands were arousing her body.

"So, is this helping?" Reilly soft voice asked, talking in a softer tone then before.

Apparently it wasn't was Anya's thought as she nodded her head slightly, she felt the hands pull away, bringing a soft, almost mewing noise from her throat. Then the hands returned, although feeling like the lotion had been cleaned off them, as they touched her stomach softly. Squirming a little, Anya couldn't help but giggle as she felt the fingers unintentionally hitting her ticklish spots. Opening her eyes, she stared in shock as she looked at Reilly, who was now nude to the world, save her own red panties she had on. Her round orbs gave a soft bounce every time she would move, and her nipples looked like two small cherries on top of a perfectly round mound of vanilla ice cream.

As if answering the unasked question, Reilly smiled, rubbing at Anya's tummy. "It's a little warm in here for me. I hope it isn't bothering you?"

What she wanted to say was yes and to tell her to put her clothes back on, but instead all she did was shake her head, causing Reilly to give a nod back, patting the firm stomach under her hands as she stopped massaging.

"Hold on a second, alright?"

The teenager just nodded silently, staring as the older Irish woman turned around, wiggling her hips and butt as she stood and made her way over to the locker.

"Close your eyes, Kid. Ok?" She winked over her shoulder at the younger girl, smiling a almost innocent smile, as she opened up the locker.

Although she continued staring at the ass that was in her view a few moments longer as she wondered what she was getting from there, Anya allowed her eyes to close. Hearing Reilly coming back over to the bed she clenched her hands in the bed sheets as she pressed her thighs together tightly, not wanting to freak her friend out by letting her know that the horny teenager was getting very turned on by all this. As she felt Reilly stop at the bedside, she waited, wondering what the leader of the Rangers was planning. Her silent question was once again answered, but this time by a pair of soft lips pressed against her own. Opening her eyes in surprise, she saw Reilly's face next to her own, just barely an inch away. The woman's cheeks had a definite blush to them, as well as the nervous look in her eyes as she watched the younger girl. Watching the red hair woman for a moment, Anya responded in kind, leaning her head up and pressing her lips into a return kiss.

The two women held the kiss for a few minutes, slowly giving into the enjoyment of the moment. Reilly readjusted herself slightly, laying over Anya, propping herself up on her knees and elbows. As they both relaxed in the kiss, the passion in it began to grow. The younger woman opened her mouth as she pressed her face closer to her friend, feeling the older woman's tongue caressing inside her mouth tenderly. After a few more moments, Reilly pulled away slowly, giving a soft lick at Anya's lips, before dipping her head to kiss at the neck to the pinned girl. Letting her lips softly caress the skin, Reilly suckled softly with each kiss, licking each spot before moving her mouth to another. Anya moaned softly, feeling the affectionate kissing on her neck, as her body shivered even worse. Squirming, the younger woman felt the older one pressing her body down, her matured breasts rubbing nipple to nipple, while one of those slim legs pushed her thighs apart, making the young girl moan a bit louder as she felt it push against her sensitive mound.

Reilly slowly began kissing away from the teenager girl's neck, moving her lips along her collarbone, before sliding her entire body lower, letting her lips follow suit. Anya watched in anticipation, as the Irish woman's wet lips began their assent up the young girl's right breast, soon settling on the stiff little nipple at its peak. Anya gasped in pleasure, feeling the lips suckling at her hard nipple, while the agile tongue inside Reilly's mouth flicked at it. The young girl began squirming worse beneath her older friend, as the arousal and heat that had been trapped in her body the last two days, finally began releasing itself. Anya groaned in pleasure, closing her eyes, as she felt Reilly shifting her weight, understanding why as she felt a hand pinching at her still exposed nipple.

The hand gave another soft tug, before caressing along her side and hips, tugging at the blue panties that she had been soaking with her juices this entire time. Slowly, the hand ran it's fingernails along the waistband of her silk undies, teasing her, before they grabbed at the elastic band in front, suddenly tugging them up. Anya's body gave a small spasm, as her eyes shot open, staring into Reilly's beautiful green eyes, as her body trembled in climax, her panties having been wedged into her wet little slit. As Anya tried to come down from the sudden orgasm, she gave a soft cry, feeling the hand fidgeting the panties into her little cunny worse. She whimpered, as her body felt limp for a moment, still cumming as she soaked the fabric that was sliding up and down between her feminine lips. Soon enough, the panties stopped moving back and forth, feeling Reilly give a soft nibble at the nipple in her mouth, before pulling away from it. Her mouth had a slightly seductive curve to it, although not completely loosing that gentle look that made her so endearing.

Standing up, Reilly gave a soft caress at Anya's exposed pussy, before pulling her panties out of it, and sliding them off of her legs. Slipping her underwear off, the older woman kissed Anya again, more affectionately this time, as she caressed the younger girl's cheek with her fingers. As she pulled away, she winked at her again, before climbing back onto the bed, but turning her body the opposite direction of the prone girl underneath her. Anya's crotch was almost completely hairless, since she had been shaving it since she had been dared to by a friend a few years ago, and had loved how it felt to finger herself that way. However recently she hadn't been able and now the mound was covered with a slight bush of stumble. Reilly appraised the wet, pouty lips, before dipping her head down, nuzzling her way between the teenager's thighs, as she let her tongue lick at the love juices coating the young girl's entire crotch. Anya gasped, as she opened her eyes. As the head between her legs began probing into her secret tunnel, settled her hands onto Reilly's hips, pulling them closer. With the Ranger's legs on each side of her head, the teenage wastelander had an unobstructed view of the woman's special garden. Although not as bare as hers, Reilly kept her pubes very neatly trimmed, and completely off her mound. Her slit was glistening a little with her own juices, trickling slightly down her thighs.

Anya leaned her head up, letting her tongue stroke between the labia, before settling at the top of her lips. Kissing at Reilly's wet slit, Anya let her tongue search a little between them, until a small nub is found, causing a strong moan to vibrate between her legs. Revealing the engorged clit with her tongue, Anya used her lips to suckle on it, while her hands squeezed and massaged the firm ass that had shook in her vision earlier. Reilly cried out, bucking her hips against the teenage girl's mouth, as she felt the younger girl teasing her clit. Her fluids were gushing out onto the suckling face, as Reilly panted, returning the favor as she found and began sucking on the younger girl's little clit as well. Both women moaned passionately, as they continued the sixty-nine position, grinding their hips against one another's faces, neither wanting to stop before the other is finished.

Soon though, Reilly releases Anya's jewel for a moment, as she screams, her entire body pressing down against Anya as she orgasms, coating the younger girl's face. As she feels her friend pulling her head away, Reilly swiftly resumes her work, suckling and flicking at the precious jewel between the teenager's legs, until she feels the younger girl stiffen and cry out again. Exhausted, both women lay in the bed panting, not even changing positions at first. Finally, Reilly pulls herself up, just long enough to lie next to Anya properly, and pull the younger girl close.

Anya nuzzles affectionately at her companion's neck a moment, before she finally finds her voice, although sounding a little tired. "N...not to be unappreciative. But what brought this on?" she asked as she glanced up at Reilly, a little curious about the answer.

The red hair Irish woman smiled softly, giving Anya another squeeze. "Well...the armor was a professional reward for your services for helping the Rangers out, but this was more along the lines of a personal reward from me." She blushed, although only a little darker then what her cheeks already were from climaxing, as she explained her motives.

Anya nodded, pulling the sheet over them both. "Well, I'm glad you did. I've been needing this pretty bad lately, and with no one to help or any time to myself, I've felt like I've been a cat clawing at a box."

"What's a cat?" Reilly asked and then gave the young teenage girl a wink when fixed her with a shocked expression.

They laid embraced in each other's arms for a while before Anya finally summon up her courage and asked, "Reilly, what have you've been meaning to ask me?"

The red hair woman let out a very audible sigh before replying. "I don't know. Look I've been meaning to ask you this for a while now but I've chicken out every time when I wanted to ask you since I don't want to air it in front of the others. But...I don't know, maybe I'm not sure I'm cut out for this kind of job anymore."

That surprised Anya for she was sure that it would be an offer of employment to stay on with the Rangers indefinitely. "Why do you think that?"

"I almost got everyone killed in Vernon Square. What kind of responsible leader does that? It was one bad decision after another."

"We all make mistakes, Reilly. You're not a fortune teller."

"Yeah but they were my decisions," answered Reilly. "We lost Theo because I was stupid enough to retreat into the hospital."

"No" Anya replied sternly, which surprised Reilly and herself as well. "Theo died because of bad luck. That's all."

"Maybe...maybe you're right," said Reilly as she broke their embrace and slipped out from underneath the sheets and started to dress. "I need some time to think about it. Have a good night, Kiddo."

And with that Reilly left the room for Anya to stare at the door and wonder if what she had said was the right thing to say. It was a lasting thought as she slowly drifted into the realm of unconscious slumber.
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The next few days were a blur as Anya kept herself busy by studying the few maps the Rangers had on hand of the DC ruins trying to plot the best course for her to reach her final destination that she was heading for before she got side track with Reilly's plea for help in Underworld. A few months ago she managed to get some information from the self-proclaimed crime lord of Megaton, Moriarty, that her father had indeed stopped in to talk to him for awhile before making leaving for a place in the downtown ruins called Galaxy News Radio, or GNR as the locals sometimes called it. She'd set off immediately to find the place but was forced to abandon her effort on the outskirts of the ruins when she had her first brush with the Super Mutants. A cold shiver ran down her back at the thought of her careless, half thought act had nearly gotten her killed, or worse now that she knew more about them.

She knew she would have to eventual make her way into the downtown ruins but she would need better equipment and armament, and that called for caps. So she would have to take up some messenger or scavenging jobs, which would in turn would make her some money and above all else, survival and combat experience. She never considered herself a fighter, or a soldier for that matter, but she was quickly learning that in the Wastelands, the first rule was kill or be killed. The first few jobs was helping her new best friend Moira in researching certain areas for her Wasteland Survival Guide book that she was writing. It sounded easy enough until she started venturing out doing the research which quickly turned in nightmarish scenes.

The scene at the old Super Duper Market was the worse. She'd heard Nova and a few others in Megaton talking about Raiders and Lucas told her if she ever ran into a group of the craze psychopathic lunatics was to lie low and give them a wide berth. They never told her why and she had wondered why until she saw firsthand inside the shopping center. She didn't know the colorful graphics and writing on the outside of the walls were in fact them marking their territory, but inside she saw what the Raiders were all about; craze, murderous, drug and alcohol intoxicated, uneducated humans that symbolized how far humanity had fallen since the end of civilization two hundred years ago. Raiders were a collective group that either murdered their victims outright or dragged them back to their lair to use them as slaves for whatever they wanted, be it for sex or sadistic sporting events for their own entertainment. Some they even just tortured in methodical ways, maximizing the most excruciating pain on them before killing them. She'd barely slept a wink for a week afterwards.

It wasn't until later that she realized that the experience at the market had harden her to the new realities of the real world outside the Vault, but she sore she would never lose her own humanity and become a monster. Maybe that is why she helped Lucy West in delivering a message to her folks at Aerfu and then later finding her missing brother, or saving Red and Shorty from Super Mutants and then defending Big Town from the following counterattack, and now Reilly and her Rangers. Three Dog at GNR, when she could pick up the signal, was spouting stories about her deeds, sometimes calling her a heroine, sometimes a savior, amd kept telling her to keep it up, but not everyone seem to care for her and had taken out a bounty with Talon Company on her.

"Heard that Butcher gave yea a clean bill of health and I figured you'd be leaving soon," a voice said behind Anya, causing her jump.

Turning she say Reilly standing just behind her, glancing over her shoulder down at the map that she had sprawled on the table. "Yeah, well, you guys haven't ran me out yet for my horrible cooking so maybe I should take the hint and jet before I find myself on the menu."

"It hasn't been that bad, edible, but not bad," Reilly replied then nodded her head towards the map. "Where are you headed? Figure you'd be moving off back into the Wastes and not deeper into the downtown ruins."

"I wish I could but I have to find the place Galaxy News Radio operates out of."

"GNR, huh? Well the best way from here is to cut a path through the old Metro tunnels to the Tenteytown/Friendship Station, stay to the tunnels on the right that'll take you to the Chevy Chase district and where GNR Plaza is located, but that's a long haul and those tunnels are probably filled with ferals and maybe even some Jolly Greens."

Anya let out a long sigh as she track the path with her eyes and knew what Reilly was telling her was true. She could spend days, even weeks transversing the labyrinth of underground metro tunnels, but if that's what had to happen to reach GNR Plaza then so be it.

"Then let's the road I'll take," she said.

Reilly gave her a look at hearing the younger woman's comment. "You really have to get to GNR Plaza that bad? What do you need there besides a funeral arrangement?"

"I have my reasons, Reilly," Anya replied as she jotted down her path on some scrap paper she had. "Let's just say it's for personal reasons."

"Well I hope it's for the good personal reasons and not the bad ones," Reilly added. "Still, wish you could stick around here for a bit longer, we could really use your help on some matters."

That surprised Anya as she stuffed the piece of paper into a utility pouch on her new combat armor vest that Reilly had given her. "Why are you waiting until now to bring this up?"

"Well I figure that since your leaving and that the Rangers are still healing up maybe you could help us out since we can't get back to mapping the ruins anytime soon."

"You're mapping the ruins?" asked Anya.

Reilly nodded. "We took a contract a few months ago for us to map the entire downtown ruins and the areas in the Wasteland north and west. In fact that's what we were doing when we got ambushed by the Jolly Greens. A lot of people are banking on that data and I figured, well, since you're roaming about and all-"

"That I could do some mapping for you?" finished Anya.

"Don't worry, I'll compensate you for your time and effort."

Anya sighed as she pondered her decision; on one hand it would earn her a bit more caps that she could use to procuring equipment, repair services, and a place to stay when reaching or discovering settlements while looking for her father, but on the other hand she would always need to come back to the Ranger Compound to get paid for the data she collected and the trek, with all probability, would always be treacherous. Did she really need the money that bad?

"Fine, Reilly, you really know how to twist a girl's arm," she finally said.

Reilly let out her breath that she'd been holding. "Thanks so much, you don't know how much this really means to me. Here, take this geomapper. Please don't lose it. Donovan spent a year developing it and I only have a few. It will offload all of the map data you collect off your Pip-Boy automatically. When you come back, I can take the data from it and you get paid."

Anya nodded as she took the small device and deposit it into another pouch. Well at least it doesn't weigh that much, she thought to herself as she slung her rifle over her back. She held out her hand to Reilly, but instead she leaned over, grabbed her hand to hold it still, and locked her lips over hers. She was so surprised by the action she didn't fight it. They held the embrace for what seemed like eternity when Reilly finally released her lips from Anya's and slowly backed away but not before grabbing Anya's hand and pressed something into her palm.

"Thank you, for everything that you did for me, Anya," she said. "Consider this place your home away from home and your always welcome here."

With that, Reilly gave her a wink before walking off leaving a startled Anya standing silently in the room. It was a good few minutes before she managed to get her legs moving and, after bidding farewell to the other Rangers, departed the compound. Standing in the deserted street, Anya unclenched her fist and felt her breath in check in her throat as she stared down at a Four-Leaf Clover medallion that was a symbol of being a member of Reilly's Ranger. She glanced back towards the path that led back to Ranger Compound and mouth a silent thank you before turning around and made her way down the street towards the nearest entrance to the Metro tunnels.


THE END