666Walker brought out the map and stared at it before looking around. He carefully observed his surroundings before taking off in a direction; the sound of wildlife in the forest made him look around every so often. It was weird to be honest, to hear the sound of life. He was so used to the silence whenever he entered a new area that it had almost became second nature to expect it. Hal followed close behind him and beeped every so often while he just ignored it.
Although it had been a few days, he was still pissed off at the bot. He couldn't completely be pissed off at Hal, it was as much as his fault too. This wouldn't be the first time his curiosity's gotten the better of him and he's had to pay the price. The only difference between now and then is that this was an entirely new environment for him. Everything about this world was different and he's pretty sure nobody's ever even heard of a Locust before. It's not like he could just blab everything to someone.
There was no telling what people could do with that kind of information, and he didn't think anyone would relate or care. It was better to keep it all to himself until he got back home. He also didn't have time to look for Arc's brother, considering what the guy did wasn't any of his concern. He honestly didn't know why Jeanne asked a complete stranger to look for her brother, but he didn't really care. All that was on his mind was getting enough funds to leave.
From there he could have a little more wiggle room.
After an hour of walking, he came across a large cave and looked around cautiously before bringing out his Lancer. Hal appeared behind him and illuminated the area while he just aimed the gun forward and entered the cave. His breathing was muffled through the golden helmet and he constantly scanned the area. As he got further into the cave, the more he noticed it started to darken. It was quiet with the exception of the dripping from the moisture. A drop landed on his arm and he wiped it away quickly before continuing forward. This continued on for the next couple of minutes.
Eventually, after trekking forward for a while he came across a large den-like area. There were several scattered bones and long lost belongings to the previous victims. There was a corpse that looked a bit more fresh and he went up to the deceased man's body and bent down near it. He observed it and patted it down for anything useful before closing his eyes. Wiping the dried up blood off his hands, he looked around the area and simply waited.
He leaned against a corner of the den and relaxed a bit, simply waiting for the Grimm to show itself. As much as he wanted to sleep inside the cave, it would be a very poor decision, considering what he read about Grimm. Beings that fed on negative emotions and had the appearance of something akin to a fairy tale. He didn't care though, the most he could do was kill it. Not to mention it would give him a taste as to what he would be dealing with from now on.
An hour must have went by before he heard something and he had Hal disappear from view. The area was plunged in darkness and his breathing barely made any noise as two malevolent red eyes scanned the area. They quickly scanned the cave and turned towards him before a yelp was heard from it as he fired into it. Each round he fired ripped through its body and took chunks of it off.
He turned around when two more rushed at him and made him dive backwards. The spot he was in was slashed and dust kicked up before he stood back up and aimed, firing several rounds into the first one. It crumbled to the ground with a loud thump while the second one started to rush at him. He gave a whistle and Hal appeared, blinding it with his flashlight and allowing Walker to rev up the chainsaw bayonet.
It slashed downwards at him and he side stepped it before slamming the chainsaw against its shoulder. It flailed around and gave a painful howl as he forced the weapon through its body. A thick, red substance erupted from it's body and sprayed all over him and the ground while he continued to cut it in half. After a few seconds, its bisected corpse fell to the ground and he backed up when it started to smoke.
He turned to the other bodies and noticed them start to smoke as well before they started to slowly disappear.
"What?" He asked quietly. His voice was masked with utter confusion as he tried to make sense of what he just saw; after a few minutes of thinking about it and processing it through his mind... he just gave up. Sometimes it was better to not bother with these things, but be aware of them in the long run. He started to walk out of the cave and got a good distance away from the area he was in before stopping when he heard something behind him.
Slowly turning his head, he saw a larger Beowolf in the corner of his eye and spun around to fire at it. It slashed diagonally him and sent him careening through the air before landing roughly on his stomach while his Lancer was behind it. A large set of claw marks on his chest armor was scraped into it and he coughed harshly before looking up at it. His eyes hardened and he stood up and took in its features.
A more muscular physical appearance with more bone armor and some scarred tissue on its torso and snout. Saliva dribbled down from its maw and onto the ground as it breathed harshly at him, snapping its jaws threateningly. A series of snarls was heard from it and he saw it crouch down before suddenly lunging at him.
His knuckles popped in anticipation as it drew closer and closer before he dove backwards. The double-barrel was brought out from his back and it lunged at him again, making him slide underneath it and stab its leg with the bayonet. It gave a painful howl as he twisted the blades before ripping them out and stabbing it once more. He had to jump back when it slashed at him before slamming his fist into its nose, making it recoil in pain.
While it was stunned, he slammed his shoulder into its chest and knocked it onto the ground before stabbing its chest. Just before it could snap at him, he pulled the trigger and its body was sent in several directions. The weird blood-like substance and body parts splattered against the ground and walls. A bit of it got on him too and he just wiped it off the best he could. It certainly didn't feel like blood, since he knew all to well what that felt like...
He didn't say anything, but just went up to his Lancer and inspected it before putting it on his back and walking towards the exit of the cave. His stomach grumbled a bit and he looked forward to actually getting paid and getting something to eat, and maybe a shower should he have enough for a room. If he did the math right, then he would be able to get some clothing and a duffel bag. It wasn't much, but it was better than what he had.
Another thought crossed his mind when he looked at his ammunition. That was another problem on its own though.
He shook his head a bit and continued to walk on the trail back to the settlement. He began to subconsciously talk to Hal and he didn't realize how crazy he looked until he got a bit closer to the settlement. Maybe this was a way for him to cope with the fact that he wasn't with his family at the moment and all that he had left was the robot by his side.
It took a while for him to actually reach the settlement overall, but when he arrived it was dark. He went to town square and looked at the map to see where he could drop the bounty off at. After a minute of staring at the map, he took off in the direction of the guild but stopped when he saw it was closed. A sigh escaped his lips and his stomach rumbled before he went to the tavern. It was slightly barren and he took his usual seat in the corner and waited until Jeannette come out.
"Are you going to order something different than the soup?" She asked.
"Can't, not yet at least. The place where I get paid isn't open." He answered.
"Yeah, it's been closing a bit early now. It used to be open until midnight." She said, going to the back to make some soup for him. He heard the sound of chopping, cutting, and sizzling in there and merely thought about some things. He didn't really have any form of entertainment so his thoughts were the only thing he had at the moment. Pretty soon, a bowl of steaming soup was set in front of him and he tilted his helmet up to eat.
"Hey, can I ask you something?" She asked, leaning against the counter.
"Shoot." He said, stirring the soup a bit.
"You're not from around here, are you?" She asked.
"No, I'm from Vacuo." He lied. It was a good thing he managed to brush up on Remnant's geography, because otherwise he'd have to come up with a less believable lie.
"What's it like over there?" She asked.
"Hot." He answered.
"Anything else?" She raised an eyebrow.
"It's a shithole." He added.
"That's really not what I expected." She blinked.
"The shithole part or the fact that it was hot?" He said.
"The first option." She answered.
"Well, it is." He commented, and continued to eat in silence. She let out a snort of amusement before cleaning up around the tavern while he ate. Several minutes went by and she collected the dish before going in the back. He left the tavern and found a spot to sleep. Once he collected his payment, he could find a room and take a shower before seeing what he was looking like for money.
One thing at a time.
When he walked into the guild, the last thing he expected was a person with animal ears. A woman with mouse ears that flicked every so often. Her skittish nature was another thing that was evident, but he chose not to comment. The place was filled with a decent amount of people and once it was his turn, he went up to the counter and handed the paper to her. She looked over it and noticed that there was a large slash over it.
"Are you sure you killed it?" She asked carefully.
"There were three other bodies in the cave when I got there..." He nodded.
"Oh... well..." She muttered.
"Not to mention one of them was bigger than what I thought." He shrugged. Her eyes drifted to the large scratch mark on his armor and nodded carefully before having a couple of people leave for the next hour. It was quiet as he waited on the side before the people came back and nodded.
"Sorry about that, we've had people lie in the past." She apologized and brought out a wad of lien, counting it before giving it to him.
"There's more than what I thought." He counted it. A total of seven hundred, the extra two hundred was finding the missing bounty hunters. It wasn't as much as he saw on the board, but he wasn't going to take on something without the necessary equipment.
"Well, we've been looking for those people for a while." She answered.
"It's not a problem." He waved and bid them farewell before leaving the building. This was decent in his opinion, he could get a few more things than what he originally thought, but he still needed to be smart. He'd do one or two more jobs before he left for the next place. After going to the store he found nearby, he managed to find a black military sling backpack. There were two small pockets on the sides and a large water bottle pouch on the right side. Picking it up, he opened it and looked inside before zipping it back up and paying for it.
It cost him a hundred and twenty just for the backpack. Which seemed sturdy on it's own, but it was ultimately empty for now.
His next destination was a clothing store and he browsed the selection, finding a black tank top undershirt and a white undershirt as well. Some more underwear, socks, and a pair of pants. The last piece of clothing was similar to his pants now and they smelled better too. They didn't reek of blood, sweat and whatever grime clung to them. After that spending spree, he only had three hundred and forty left.
He used seventy to pay for a room and the first thing he did was take a shower, scrubbing the gross amount of dirt and grime on his body off. The water impacting his body eased whatever tension that was in his muscles and relaxed him greatly. The minutes droned on and on before he turned the shower off and dried himself off. Wiping away the steam off the mirror, he stared at himself and noticed how tired he actually looked at the moment.
"Jesus, I look like a corpse." He muttered to himself, wiping his face with the towel. Once he got in his room, he put on some underwear and the new pair of pants before doing some stretches and exercises. His bare back hit the soft bed and he sighed in relief before falling asleep shortly after. This bed was more comfortable than the one on the Sovereign by leagues. It was nice since he didn't get the less comfortable portion of the bed seeing how he always sacrificed that for Ajay.
A few hours later he woke up and stretched a bit before putting the rest of his clothes on and entering the bathroom again. His armor was set on the ground and the shower was turned on. The sound of water hitting his chest armor was appealing in an odd way. He took the used washcloth and scrubbed each piece of armor carefully, setting it on the ground before using the towel to dry it.
It took several minutes but his equipment looked a bit better than before. He set them by the bed before sitting on the floor and spreading his weapons out neatly. His Lancer was carefully taken apart and cleaned with precision before being put back together. It was aimed at the ceiling and he pulled the trigger, listening to a click before reloading it and switching the safety on.
The sawed-off was next and he cleaned that next. It was a relaxing process keeping his weapons in top shape, it was also a healthy habit he picked up. A clean and functional weapon was always a good one in his eyes. He reached nearby and grabbed his knife before and inspecting it before putting it in its sheath. His helmet was polished a bit and it gleamed in the light before he put it on, listening to it hum to life.
He'd need to get another watch probably, seeing how Remnant had twenty-four hours instead of twenty-six like on Sera. A sigh escaped his lips as he collected his things and neatly put them inside of his backpack. There was so much to do, but he couldn't let that bother him. It's only been a few days and he knew that it would probably take longer to get back to Sera.
That's if he made it back. He didn't want to think in such a pessimistic way, but it was kind of hard to be optimistic when you didn't know where to start.
"One thing at a time." He whispered before plopping back on the bed again. His helmet was set on the side and his eyes started to slowly close. It wasn't long before he was asleep once again. Some things were best to enjoy now than later, and he wasn't one to take certain things for granted. Especially things that were comfortable.
Over the course of a week and a half, he managed to get some more money in his pocket. Doing odd jobs and a few bounties. People often found him odd, but it was in a strange endearing way. They noted his helpful nature, despite his bleak outlook on certain things. Each time he got some lien, it immediately went towards supplies and some extra spending money.
The most glaring issue was his ammunition. He found Dust to be rather... lacking. It took more to actually kill a single Grimm than what he had hoped, but it was better than nothing. Maybe if he were to have a more concentrated amount in his rounds, then it would do something. He'd figure it out in the future. It was mostly his Lancer, since his Boltok and shotgun were special cases.
He managed to find his next destination and stood in front of the tavern, ordering food on the go and waiting for it patiently.
"So you're finally leaving, huh?" Jeannette asked.
"Yep, can't stay in one place for long." He said, organizing his bag a bit before setting it on the ground.
"I take it you like to travel?" She asked, putting a third plate of food down for him. Him eating three full plates of food was something she's never actually seen anyone do before. Yet, here he was doing it like it was nothing.
"Something along those lines. You think I could get a few of these things to go?" He asked, looking at the menu and pointing to a few things.
"I've never actually seen anyone eat that much. Much less enjoy my cooking." She commented.
"I don't see why not, it's pretty good." He said, his mouth a bit full and voice muffled.
"I thought about opening my own restaurant when I get enough money." She said.
"You should go through with it." He pointed his fork at her.
"I should, shouldn't I?" She wondered.
"Yeah." He nodded, swallowing the last bit of his third plate of food. He wiped his mouth and put his backpack on before stretching a bit.
"Hey, about my brother..." She trailed off.
"I already told you, I can't promise I even might encounter him or-" He started.
"I know, I know. Just keep an eye out for him, alright? He said he always wanted to go to Beacon one day." She said.
"I'm sure they'll take him in. So don't worry about it." He waved.
"He's never had training, nor went to a combat school." She said.
"So why is he going to go there if he has no hope of getting in?" He asked. It came out a bit more rude than what he intended, but either she wasn't paying attention or didn't really disagree with what he said.
"He's always heard stories of heroes and said he wanted to be one someday." She answered.
"There are no heroes." He said quickly. That was coming from his personal standpoint.
"What are you talking about, there's countless heroes in the world." She said.
"No there isn't. There's people who get the job done. That's it and that's all there will ever be." He countered. It went quiet as the two stared at one another and she nodded hesitantly before making his meals so he could finally leave. Over the next hour, he just waited while looking at the map. Three containers of food was set next to him and he thanked her for everything she's done before leaving.
Over the next few hours, he started to let his mind wander about how to get home. Hal beeped next to him and he pat the robot a few times before continuing forward. A part off him told himself to not worry so much seeing how things like these take time. He was basically starting from nothing and needed to build himself up. Keeping himself in the dark from others seemed to be the best course of action. He couldn't risk certain people knowing about him and he intended to keep it that way. Although, people would start knowing more about him the more deeds he did.
His thoughts drifted back to Arc's brother and merely brushed it aside. While he did say he'd keep an eye out, he wasn't going to look for him. Not a single ounce of care was given either. If the guy wanted to get himself killed, no skin would be scraped off his back. He wasn't in charge of people's lives and he never would.
Those series of thoughts were dismissed and he just walked in silence for the next few hours. The two of them made their way along the trail and to their next destination. Two lost individuals on an unknown world.
It took him two days to reach the next settlement and the first thing he did was get something to eat. The food wasn't as good as the last settlement, but it was better than nothing. The town looked a bit more poor than the last one and the first thing he noticed was a lot of strange people. Something he still couldn't wrap his head around in the slightest.
They were called faunus apparently. People with extra appendages in the form of animal parts. At first, he thought that they were just dressing up, until he read that it was actually how they naturally were. It was weird to him, but he wouldn't let it bother him too much in the end. He's literally seen the Locust and a rift worm, so they're not entirely weird in his eyes.
Everyone looked at him weirdly, either it was strange that someone was wearing a golden helmet or that he was a human. He went to the nearest thing that looked like a hotel and rented a room, tired after a couple of days of walking. He'd look for work in a bit, but for now he needed some rest before looking for a job or two. He wasn't in the particular mood for violence at the moment. His family, mainly on his father's side, always had a penchant for violence and he was no exception. There were times where he craved a little blood on his hands and he was pretty good at hiding it for the most part.
It wasn't all the time though. Sometimes he wished that he could finally drop his gun and leave it all behind, but he knew that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. One way or another, he always had to get his hands dirty.
Those series of thoughts were dismissed and he cracked his neck a bit before kicking off his boots and greaves. He slipped off his gauntlets and placed them on the nightstand nearby, ignoring the sounds coming from the other room. It was a more intimate sound that he tuned out easily after he threw something against the wall, effectively shutting them up in the end.
"The least they could do is try to be quiet..." He muttered. His eyes closed and he fell asleep shortly after. His dreams were the usual ones for the past several days, and that would continue to be the case for a while. The blissful dreams eventually took a darker undertone and it made him snap awake. It wasn't anything dramatic, but a mere jolt and made him look around a bit before sighing and looking at the time.
A new day had passed and he sighed at the sudden change of time. It would take some getting used to; having an extra two hours shaved off each day. He saw that it was four in the morning and went to the bathroom, taking off his clothes and entering the shower. He scrubbed his body roughly for the next several minutes before stepping out of the shower. Wiping away some of the moisture from the mirror, he stared at his face and saw some facial hair beginning to grow a bit. That would be handled in the future, because right now he didn't care.
Getting dressed, his helmet was the final thing he put on and he slung his backpack over his shoulders, adjusting it. A regular backpack would have been awkward with his weapons magnetized to his back so the sling one was the most comfortable and convenient.
Stepping out of the motel, he wandered around for a while until he heard an argument between two people. One was a burly looking human man and the other was a smaller faunus man that had rabbit ears the same brown color as his hair. He frowned when the larger man picked up the faunus by his throat with one hand and slammed him against the truck before stomping off.
Walker went up to the man and helped him up, dusting off his shoulders before backing up.
"You good?" Walker asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. The big buffoon is just having a bad day is all..." The man muttered.
"Why?" Walker asked.
"I didn't want him safeguarding my truck. He's been known to abandon some if they don't pay him enough." The man dusted off his pants.
"Up front or after?" Walker asked.
"Sometimes both. He resorts to extortion half the time, works for some big bully in the next settlement. We're a trading settlement. I don't even get paid until I deliver the goods to the client then deliver the funds back here, and even then I don't get paid that much." The man said.
"I'm guessing because you're a faunus?" Walker asked.
"It is." The man nodded sadly.
Walker watched as he looked around for some people to offer their services in guarding his truck and he sighed before doing it himself. While he wasn't sure the man would even pay him due to his weird explanation, it still gave him something to do. Plus, if he did get paid then that meant he had some more money in his pocket. The guy didn't seem too bad, but he still kept some air of distrust about him. The later years of the Locust war taught him that humans were often a force to be reckoned with. At least with the Locust, they were just out to end his existence. Humans on the other hand were a different story.
Initially, the man was skeptical and wary of him but that changed when he looked at the time and nodded at Walker's assistance. Both of them got in the vehicle while Hal floated above then went to the back and plopped down. The truck jerked a bit as it was put into drive and took off onto the road. The two of them bounced in their seats every once in a while as the truck drove on the dirt path. Walker kept looking out the window and rearview mirror before turning his attention back on the road ahead.
"Say, what's your name?" The man asked.
"Walker..." He answered after several seconds.
"Just Walker?" The man asked.
"Just Walker for now. What's yours?" Walker asked.
"Richard Scarlatina." The man introduced, extending his hand out and waiting for Walker to shake it. Once it was shook he set it back on the steering wheel and struck up a conversation.
"What kind of stuff do you deliver?" Walker asked.
"Mostly food and ammunition. This is a somewhat special shipment of Dust though, which is why I've been looking around for a bodyguard." Richard explained.
"Yet no one wanted to do it." Walker guessed.
"No, they don't like going where we're going. Settlement full of human only, and not the kind you really have a good conversation with." Richard said.
"Sounds like a lovely crowd." Walker said sarcastically.
"They're not so bad, I only got robbed once last time I was there." Richard said.
"That's not reassuring. Like... at all." Walker looked at the faunus.
"I like to think so." Richard said. All the Gear could do was shake his head and stare forward, shuffling in his seat a bit as the sky started to get darker. The two talked some more and found each other to be enjoying the other's company. Walker found the faunus man to a jovial person who looked at the best in a situation while Richard felt that Walker had a professional aura emitting from him.
Although, Richard noticed Walker didn't like talking too much about himself. He didn't need for the younger man to say that he was lost in some sense, aimlessly wandering until he found a spot to crash. It was like him when he was younger. The only difference is that he decided to take a more safe route but Walker looked like he was itching for a fight, judging by his arsenal.
Both stopped when they saw something in the distance.
A group of individuals stood in a line, each one armed with weapons. They wore bandanas and approached the stopped truck slowly.
"Stay in the truck, Scarlatina." Walker ordered.
"What? Wait, you're not serious?!" Richard gaped. His eyes widened when he saw Walker stuff a few things in his pocket before grabbing his Lancer and opening the door. The truck door slammed shut as he watched Walker have his weapon lowered and approach the group, stopping several feet away before trying to talk to them. Richard lowered the window a bit and stuck one of his rabbit ears out before whipping it back inside. He rolled the window up quickly when Walker brought up his Lancer and fired into the group when they charged at him, killing nearly all of them.
The last one crawled away from Walker, leaving a blood trail before he flipped them over onto their back and raised his foot. It slammed against their skull and crushed it like a watermelon, splattering blood and gore all over the ground. He wiped the blood off on their clothing before sifting through their belongings, grabbing whatever lien he could before walking back to the truck. He stepped up on the running board and tapped on the window. It was rolled down and he stared at Richard's shocked face, making him snap his fingers at him.
"Hey, Scarlatina, you functioning?" He asked.
"Y-Y-Y-Yeah! Yeah, I am." Richard breathed harshly. Walker looked at him before opening the door and guiding him out of the truck and over to the side, letting the faunus fall to his knees and vomit. A disgusting sludgy mixture of orange and tan splattered against the dirt road as Richard emptied his stomach. He threw up twice more before coughing wetly and wiping his mouth then sat on his rear.
"Listen, we got to get a move on. What's done is done, up and at 'em." Walker helped the man up.
"Yeah... oh gods." Richard gagged when he saw the pool of blood forming in the pile of bodies.
"Listen, get in the truck and I'll move the bodies. It was either us or them and you hired me for a reason." Walker said.
"I know." Richard coughed before climbing in the driver's seat and shakily holding onto the steering wheel.
Walker went up to the pile of bodies before ignoring the blood that was caking the bottom of his boots then dragged them out of the path before signaling for the truck to move forward. It stopped once it got to him and he climbed onto the running board on the driver's side and held onto the grab handle and kept his eyes forward. He looked back at the forever still bodies before shaking his head then turning back forward.
"How long until we reach the settlement?" He asked.
"A-About another twenty minutes." Richard answered shakily.
"Good." Walker responded before being thrown into silence. The ride was bumpy but it was enjoyable in some ways. Just before they went in, they were stopped by a couple of guards who noticed the amount of blood on him and Richard came to his defense quickly. The guards were skeptical, but eventually let them in and they drove to a designated spot. Richard shrunk at the attention his truck was getting while Walker just ignored it and hopped off, helping guide the truck before signaling to stop inside of a warehouse.
The man got out of the driver's seat and the two of them heard the sound of clapping, turning to see a portly man approach. He looked high class with his black suit that seemed to fit snugly around his frame while his meaty fingers had multiple rings adorning them. His hair was slicked back and he had a pig's nose despite being a human. A smug air resonated off of him and Walker couldn't help but scoff.
"Ah, Mr. Scarlatina, I see you've brought my shipment. Is everything in there?" The man asked.
"Yes sir, just like you ordered." Richard nodded, avoiding eye contact.
"Perfect, but you know the rules. Inspection!" The man laughed before clapping. Walker saw a few people approach the truck and go in the back, bringing out several crates before cracking them open. A full crate of Dust was seen and rolled off into a section of the warehouse. Another person brought two cases of lien and slid it towards Richard and Walker, eyeing the former with a ting of disgust.
"Um... Mr. Godfrey, about the payment this time." Richard rubbed his hands nervously.
"What about it? Your shipment for a couple of cases of lien, just as we discussed." Godfrey said.
"Yeah, well... I was hoping there would be four. Just like we discussed last time." Richard said.
"Well things came up, some clients aren't happy and we had to reimburse them." Godfrey waved.
"Oh... I was hoping to use some of those funds for my daughter-" Richard started.
"Your daughter's tuition, yes, you've told me numerous times. Complications happen, I'm sure you understand." Godfrey finished.
"I... yes, sir." Richard cleared his throat, picking up the cases and heading back to the truck. He waited for the workers to finish loading the supplies before waiting for Walker; who was busy staring at Godfrey. The portly man wasn't paying attention to the Gear eyeing him like a hawk and only flinched when he saw the silent, muscular individual staring at him.
"Can I help you?" Godfrey asked.
"Where's the rest." Walker asked calmly.
"Of?" Godfrey raised an eyebrow.
"The payment. You promised Scarlatina four cases and only paid two. Where's the rest?" Walker asked again.
"Is that helmet blocking your hearing? I believe I told him that some clients weren't happy and had to reimburse them. Things happen in the business world-" Godfrey scoffed.
"You're lying, you fat sack of shit." Walker interrupted. Everything seemed to stop as the portly man stared at Walker with an open mouth, and even Richard's jaw went slack.
"Wait, it's alright, he already paid us. So we're good!" Richard said quickly as he got out of his seat and placed his hand on Walker's shoulder.
"I heard perfectly fine, but it's not so hard to see that you were lying. Judging by the type of conversation you and Scarlatina had, you've done this before. I wonder how many other times you've swindled people out of money. Give us the rest." Walker ignored Richard and stared at the heavy-set man.
"I don't have to give you anything. What makes you think-" Godfrey raised his voice, but stopped when Walker brought out the sawed-off and aimed it at his face. The weapon barely moved or swayed as he held it with one hand.
"Give... us... the... rest..." Walker reiterated slowly, his finger hovering over the trigger.
The entire complex went silent as people stared at the two parties, not daring to move an inch either. This went on for a few minutes and Walker let the amount of dread and terror fill the air for a while longer before he tilted his head a bit. He watched as a thick bead of sweat drip down the fat folds of Godfrey's forehead and down his chin, seeping into the fabric of his suit. Was what he doing wrong, it most certainly was, but he hated people who swindled and cheated others. He's done it in the past, but usually it was for his own survival rather than needless greed.
"I-I-I'll have your-" Godfrey started, only to yelp in pain when the bayonets seemed wrap around the sides of his fat neck and both barrels were pushed against his face. His eyes widened when he saw Walker's fingers edge closer to the trigger.
"You'll have what? My head, then come get it yourself you fat fuck. No, no, no, no, no... what you're going to get is the rest of our payment. I don't care who you are, I don't like being swindled out of payment. You may have done it to people in the past, but I ain't like most people. I'll kill you, and I swear to god I'll do it. Now get us the lien or I make this place look like an art show with your corpse." Walker said evenly. He wasn't kidding either, he'd paint the area red if this fat sack of skin didn't comply.
"G-Get him the rest!" Godfrey cried out suddenly, watching his assistant scramble towards one of the offices for a few minutes before reappearing with two more cases. They were slid towards him and he used his foot to slide them towards Richard, who hesitantly grabbed them and put them in the truck before shuffling back to Walker's side.
"An extra case." Walker ordered.
"What?! That's borderline extortion!" Godfrey complained. He yelped in fright when Walker's hand gripped his collar and hoisted him to eye level, keeping the gun at his chin and letting the blades on the bayonet draw a thin line of blood.
"Like your associates constantly do? You give us this last case and we leave." Walker said.
"Here!" The assistant threw a case towards him. He looked at them before shoving the fat man away and picking up the case, opening it and inspecting the large amount of lien before snapping it shut handing it to Richard, letting him put it in the truck.
"You come after me and I'll kill you. You come after that man in the truck and I'll break you in half like a twig. Don't let another situation like this happen a second time or there won't be a third." Walker threatened calmly. He watched as the fatter man flinch violently before he turned around and got in the passenger seat, slamming the door shut and taking off shortly after.
All that was left was a man with broken pride from some mysterious golden helmeted individual.
"I don't mean to sound rude, but you're insane." Richard glanced at Walker as he drove the truck.
"I've been told that before." Walker replied.
"I'm sure you have. Well, can't say that it's a bad thing though. I got more than enough payment to pay for my daughter's tuition fees for the semester and to keep myself afloat for a while." Richard sighed, looking at the five cases of lien.
"You're welcome." Walker nodded, looking out of the window.
"I'll pay you, don't worry." Richard reassured quickly.
"I sure hope you do." Walker chuckled.
"Don't worry. After that whole deal, I think it's better to stay off your bad side." Richard said.
"Would be a good idea." Walker nodded, leaning back in his seat and closing his eyes.
"Oh, I uh... never did talk about my daughter." Richard started up a conversation.
"Nope." Walker popped.
"She's a joy to be around. My wife and I named her Velvet after we couldn't decide on a name." Richard said.
"Let me guess, you looked at the color velvet and decided that would be here name?" Walker guessed.
"Yeah, that's exactly what we did." Richard chuckled.
"No shit?" Walker snorted.
"We did, but that's a story for another time. I'm actually glad you came along and got him to cough up the lien. Beacon's tuition isn't exactly cheap and neither is the Dust she uses." Richard said.
"I'm glad I could be of some use." Walker commented.
"You're probably the best body guard I've had, at least one that didn't steal my cut." Richard said.
"I'm glad that I'm different." Walker nodded then started to drift off. The bouncing of the truck made him fall asleep faster and he didn't wake up for the next few hours. His dreams were the same ones as before, only it was about his parents. He woke up when the other man shook him awake and he groaned a bit before getting out of the passenger seat and helping carry the cases of lien.
The person they talked to gave Richard a large sum of lien, more than the man had actually received before and Walker got a cut of it as well. The payout was fifteen thousand for this shipment and Walker got fifteen percent of the cut, which was more generous than what he imagined. After counting his cut, he carried the lien back to his room after bidding Richard a farewell. He'd probably do a few more bodyguarding jobs before moving onto the next place, but for not it was time to get something to eat and buy some supplies.
He'd have to ask the gunsmith to have a extremely volatile concentration of Dust for his weapons. Maybe that would give him enough kick, but it would be expensive as hell. Another thing he'd need is medical supplies and look for a mode of transport. Walking was fine, but it got boring after a couple of days, not to mention tiring. He did see a motorcycle around here and it wasn't like he couldn't buy it.
"I'll figure it out tomorrow. Hal, get over here." Walker said as he walked in the room and sat on the ground. The robot beeped and set himself on the ground before Walker turned him off and started to do maintenance on him, thinking about his next course of action. So much to do, so little time. It was alright though, he just needed to relax and not get ahead of himself. Take it slow and handle some small at a time.
He just needed to take it easy in the long run.
Hello, ladies and gentlemen, I am back. With another chapter, because why not? School's almost over, my job decided to let me go for bullshit reasons, but that's alright. I already got a new one, so fuck them. Anyways, let's get right into the reviews.
Janny092: Yeah, but it was needed. Stay safe as well.
Taliats: That's the plan, mate.
Guest: If I had a girlfriend, the last one I had decided to break up with me for her old ex. It's whatever though, fuck her.
Somerandomperson: Yeah, thanks though.
| Fredric |: Thank you.
LiquidusSnake: Thank you.
Another S.T.A.L.K.E.R: I'm just going off of the model from Gears 3. Plus, I felt they should have done something different than just made a reskin of Carmine for the new gold plated armor. About the Jaune bit, a mistake on my part and it may or not be a plot hole in the future, but I'll try to work around it if push comes to shove. A miscalculation on my part.
Keep1n1tFr0st1e: Yeah, it was pretty cringe.
Bile 1.0: Ah, the legend. Thank you.
Crazzytony: Thank you, the original is a clear display on how much I've improved over the years.
David4796: Yeah, I wanted to do something different other than doing the already used dying trope for isekai. This won't be like Wolves That Walk Alone that much. I want a clear distinction between the two stories. I want this to have it's own charm and that to have it's own charm as well.
Ferno16: I won't be having him kneel to Beacon. I'm over that trope.
Warmachine324: Won't say, can't spoil anything even though it's only two chapters in.
Keaton Hawke: Thank you very much.
So someone asked me to describe Walker in this story, and I'm just going to say that he's just a regular guy. He's not going to be cringe-worthy like before in the old version. He won't just randomly threaten to kill people or cuss for no reason. He'll do if it benefits him or the people he cares about. He's reserved in some ways and won't tell people much unless he trusts them. He's on a new planet, one that he's never even thought existed in his wildest dreams. The last thing he's going to do is spill who he is to some random party.
In some ways, I'm going to keep some aspects from the original and others I'm going to change. It's just going to be different, that's all. Well, I've taken up enough of your time so thanks again for giving it a read. You guys are awesome and I'll see you all later. Good bye.