Chapter 110: Mojave Provide Obstacles

Ding!

C-4 Plastic Explosive with Detonator Recipe:

Allows the user to create C-4 Plastic Explosive and its Detonator

Liberator:

-A massive two-handed claymore, enhanced with Maser Vibration Technology to slice through enemies like butter.

-Special Effect:Liberation Slash–Deals 70% increased damage in V.A.T.S. while using 3 fewer Action Points.

-Cuts bone, armor, and even power armor plating with minimal resistance.

Ding!

Six felt the familiar rush of heightened awareness, his mind sharpening, his reflexes tightening. This time, he funneled his new experience into MELEE WEAPONS, pushing it to 79, further refining his ability to carve through enemies with cold steel.

For his perk, he didn’t hesitate.

–Action Points regenerate 20% faster.

With how often he was pushing himself to the limit in combat, this was a no-brainer. More AP meant more V.A.T.S., more quick movements, more Shave dashes, and, most importantly, more opportunities to absolutely wreck his enemies before they even had a chance to react.

Boone, without missing a beat, didn’t even react. He just tucked the pouch away like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"You don’t need the caps."

He said flatly.

Milo just chuckled.

"Figured it’d be safer in his hands."

Six smirked.

"Oh, so that’s how it is? I bleed, I sweat, I wipe out an entire Legion camp, and you get paid? Guess I’ll just have to start charging for headshots."

Boone looked at him, deadpan.

"You couldn’t afford my rates."

Milo chuckled at their banter, shaking his head.

"Well, however you two split it, you earned it. And trust me, word’s gonna spread about what happened here. The Legion won’t forget this, but neither will the NCR."

Six sighed, rubbing his temple.

"Right. Because the guy who can build power armor, reverse-engineered droids, and aVaultfull of weapons needs to bemonitored

Boone didn’t even look at him.

"You’re fine."

"Yeah, yeah."

Six stretched, shaking off the tension.

"Guess I’ll just let myhumblenature carry me through another day of unpaid hero work."

Milo smirked.

"I don’t think humble’s the word anyone would use for you, Bud."

Six grinned.

"Well, they better start. Otherwise, I’m gonna start charging interest on all these rescues."

Milo gave a nod before stepping back.

"Either way, good work. The NCR won’t forget this. And neither will the Legion."

Boone’s expression darkened at that, but Six just chuckled, adjusting his gear.

Six rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck.

"Yeah, well, let ’em remember. The Legion’s welcome to try something. They tend to die when they do."

"Won’t change how it ends for ’em."

Milo gave him a wary nod before looking at Boone.

"And you? You good?"

Boone adjusted his beret, his gaze cold.

"I got what I came for."

Milo exhaled, not pressing further.

"Alright. Safe travels, you two. And... thanks again."

Six turned on his heel, muttering under his breath.

"Next time, I’m holding out forhazard pay."

Six smirked as he unsheathed theLiberatornear the War Bus, the blade humming with stored energy. The air around it vibrated, and just a light swing made the windwhistle

Boone crossed his arms, raising a skeptical brow.

"Another one?"

Six grinned.

"Not just another one. This baby could shave a Deathclaw in half before it even knew what hit it."

He then glanced at the recipe notification.C-4, huh?That could be useful. Maybe it was time to leave a few"gifts"for any Legionnaires stupid enough to come sniffing around Nelson again.

Stretching his arms, he turned to Boone and the rest of the crew.

"Alright, let’s get moving. We’ve got more heads to crack."

The War Bus trudged forward, its reinforced treads crunching over the ice-covered asphalt as the nuclear winter howled around them. Snow blanketed the once-scorching Mojave, turning the landscape into a ghostly white wasteland.

The sky was a permanent gray, a far cry from the burning sun that once loomed over the desert.

Despite the cold, the Mojave was still alive in its own way, and trouble never stopped finding them.

"Eyes up."

Boone muttered, adjusting his grip on his rifle.

"Got movement up ahead."

Six peered through the frost-covered windshield, spotting silhouettes darting between the husks of abandoned cars. Raiders? Mutants? Something worse? He grinned, already reaching for his weapons.

"Guess it’s time for a little exercise."

Rebecca mused, stretching her arms before checking her pistol.

Raul sighed.

"I swear, boss, we can’t go five miles without someone trying to kill us."

"Well, they ain’t tryin’ hard enough."

Six replied, cocking back the hammer on his Desert Eagles.

"Let’s show ’em how it’s done."

Of course, the Mojave provided them with obstacles to keep them busy. Some raider thought it would be a smart idea to throw himself out from behind an abandoned car and in front of the moving fortress of a vehicle.

Maybe he thought that’d stop it? If so, then he was incredibly stupid, as the War Bus front snowplow tore him apart.

From the car ruins of an overturned gas station, a group of snow-draped figures lurked, their weapons glinting under the pale light of the cloud-covered sun. Raiders—again. Either desperate or stupid, most likely both.

Six let out an irritated sigh.

"They never learn."

A rocket shot from the wreckage, spiraling towards the War Bus. Rebecca, perched by the turret, didn’t even flinch. With a well-timed shot, she detonated the projectile mid-air, sending a fiery explosion scattering embers across the snowy road.

As for the rest of the Raiders? They shot at the War Bus, but they barely scratched the thick armor plating, as they were used to shooting only at defenseless targets. After they hit the War Bus, Six just scowled and glanced at the others.