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I walked down the road calmly, the stars and moon being my only light, and my map being my only help. I walked forward, and a bullet from above suddenly ripped through the paper, I was holding, brushing the tips of my hair in the process. I jumped a little and tried to see where the bullet came from. I only saw a big dinosaur, and saw someone stick their head out of it's mouth, muttering down a monotonous not-sorry-sounding 'sorry', then disappearing again.
Well, I'd need a new map, so that guy better hope that this town has one. I walked up to a desk, and, seeing no one there, I walked out. After looking around more, I saw the entrance to the dinosaur and entered, seeing an almost creepy amount of toys. I looked to the stairs and walked up. The man jumped slightly, but quickly relaxed again, "What do you want?"
"Well, a new map, for starters. You almost took my head off back there." I looked at the small space around me, "What are you doing up here?"
He got down and looked through his sniper, pulling the trigger, then looking back at me with an unimpressed expression on his face, "I think you should leave."
I frowned, "You almost killed me. The least you can do is get me a new map, and answer my questions."
The man sighed heavily, "I'm on duty sniping wandering ferals coming up from Rep-Con. Thought you were one of them."
I smiled a little, "Yeah, I kinda do look like one. I- Wait a minute is that a first recon beret?"
He glanced at me curiously as I ruffled in my bag, pulling out my own spotless red beret. I beamed at him and he smiled a little, "Where were you stationed?"
"Camp Golf. You?"
"Camp McCarren, and some other places here and there."
"Bittersprings, maybe?"
He clenched his jaw, and looked back out over the land, telling me without speaking that he had no intention of responding. I thought for a second, "I still need a new map."
"Maybe not. Where are you headed?"
"The Strip."
He frowned at me, "Are you one of those people that gives all their money to the rich?"
"What? No?" I smiled, "You should come with me. Snipers work in pairs, right?"
He looked out of the dinosaur mouth for a second, then looked back at me, "They do. We can head out in an hour. After my shift ends."
"Great!"
"Oh, yeah, I also recently killed a resident here by the way, so if we could get out without being spoken to..."
"Yeah, I'll figure it out. Maybe I can cause a distraction and you can get out then I can follow."
He looked at me over the rim of his sunglasses, looking me over again, "Won't be necessary. The people here won't be upset. I just prefer keeping to myself because they're bound to be curious about it."
I held out a hand, telling him my name. He stared at my palm for a second before grabbing my hand and shaking it firmly, "Boone."
