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A Trade of Knowledge

 
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Status: In progress.

Participants:

  • Talicni Tom (Doc Tom)
  • Crying Blood (George Solomon)



A box truck, whose engine began coughing as its revolutions per minute dropped, stopped on the side of the road at Depot 66's eastern entrance. It was short, but vertically high. And although traces of its original color - emerald green - could be seen, the truck had become almost completely dark reddish brown due to the excessive rust.

The engine turned off and soon afterwards a man stepped outside of it, opening the loud and creaky doors. George Solomon was over his 60's, but looked slightly below that. He was pale, skinny and with an average male height. His head was balding, as the dark gray hair had already begun to step back from his forehead, and he wore a dirty, white trench coat, below which was a white shirt and a red tie.

George Solomon heard of a local scientist known as "Doc Tom" from various people, who had previously visited Depot 66. He heard the doc's name the first time, while settling at the Linewood Facility. George was treating an injured man, who shared his past injuries which were treated by the doctor. It was only a matter of time before George would hear the name the second and the third time. The rumors of the doctor's rich knowledge had spread past the town's border.

George slammed the driver's door shut, letting out a loud thud, and manually locked the doors on both sides of the truck. He began walking towards the locals to enquire about the residence of Doc Tom.

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As the dust raise with every gust of wind and tumbleweed passes now and then, few people repairing the roof on one of the houses would notice a truck and go fetch the Doctor.

After few minutes, a figure wearing white shirt, pants and hat as well as chrome six-shooter would appear in the distance, walking toward the truck with four other people behind him. Stopping few steps away from the stranger as the group behind him murmurs.

Eyeing the stranger from head to toe he adjusts his hat as he hangs his hands by his thumbs on his belt.

"Howdy stranger, what bring you to our neck of the.....desert."

Relax.....i'm a doctor.

Im feeling n' sharing, im healing n' caring.


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George noticed the rustling of the locals only after he had made his first few steps into the town, but by that time they had already called out a man, who appeared to be of a great influence in the town. The rusty truck, one of a kind in the wasteland, drew attention to everywhere George went with it and this time was no different. It was an unpleasant characteristic, but nevertheless, the truck was too essential.

George stood tall and confident, as he waited for the group to approach him. His hands straight by his side and face expression was only slightly serious, mostly neutral. The head of the group addressed George, but George was slow to respond. His gaze travelled from one end of the group to the other and then stopped to face the leader.

"I'd like to," George paused for a second, "meet the doctor... of this town." But he was already aware of who the man in front of the group might be. The first impression the leader left on George had already matched the image, he had in his head from the several descriptions.

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Hearing words that the man in fron of him just said, Tom's brows raise a bit as glances at him before he eyes the truck. Turning back at the group and nods at them before two of them would leave behind the closest diner.

Tom squints at the man. "Whatcha need him for?" As one man from the backgrounds add's "Yeah, you dont seem hurt."

"I reckon if you are here to make trouble stranger, you best be off now." two more shadows would appear infront of the sun as two person emerge on the diner roof, looking over the enconter

Relax.....i'm a doctor.

Im feeling n' sharing, im healing n' caring.


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Although suspicious of the ensuing active movement of the civilians, George remained confident, calm and and feeling unthreatened. He moved his head ever so slightly to the different angles around the area to scout and note the odd positions or actions of the locals. And, while looking at the two people emerging on the diner roof, he slowly replied: "I have an offer... he'll find hard to refuse."

When George felt that he had seen, what he had to see, concerning the locals, he returned his eyes back to the leader to continue the conversation: "It's a trade that... will benefit everyone." Both his tone and facial expressions were becoming apperantly suggesting. It was as if he knew that the man in front of him as in fact the very one he was looking for. 

Through the conversation his voice was calm and emotionless, just slightly stuttering, but only if you paid attention. That was not an indication of anything, but just his unique speech trait.

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Bowing his head slightly and pushing up his slightly tinted glasses up his nose with his index finger, he let a smirk overcome his lips.

"Many claimed to offer such trades and many have walked away disappointed. What makes your offer such that you claim it is hard to refuse?"

Glancing once more on his truck, quinting his eyes, he carefully inspects some details of it as he waits for the man to respond. As the sound of hammer banging on the roof support beams and voice of people cooperation in the background to repair the damaged building.

 

 

Relax.....i'm a doctor.

Im feeling n' sharing, im healing n' caring.


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"If I got to speak with the doctor, he would understand." George bent slightly forward, before finishing his sentence: "In private, preferaby."

Both of his wrinky and feeble hands were soon afterwards raised and shown openly - they were completely empty: "I'm an unarmed man."

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Taking few more steps by his own toward the man as he loocked down and placed his hands on his hips "Would he now? Well, lets not keep him waiting then shall we?"

Using his hand to gesture toward the diner as he subtly checks if man is secretly armed. After a nod at the fello townfolk with relaxed stance, people slowly start to disperse, everyone to his own business.

 

 

Relax.....i'm a doctor.

Im feeling n' sharing, im healing n' caring.


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George lifted his hands up and let the man search him, showing no resistance. "May we head to the doctor's offices now?"

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Nod followed by another gesture toward the diner. "Please, go in and make yourself confortable. The doctor will be with you shortly."

He chuckles as he goes pass the diner and disappears behind a the corner.

Relax.....i'm a doctor.

Im feeling n' sharing, im healing n' caring.


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George looked towards the typical wastelander's dinner and felt a little disgust: "I'll just wait for him outside."

He knew it was the doctor who had just left, but George previously thought that the man would be somewhat different - more serious or busy about his work. He could only hope that the tone of the meeting would change soon, as George definitely did not enjoy the play that had just been put on, and it was quite visible by his expression.

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Emerging behind the corner wearing the same outfit but around his neck would be a stetoscope and his lips would hold a cigar in between. Looking at the man from a distance with a smile. Stopping a single step away from the man. Offering his hand to him. "Howdy, i am the doctor."

Relax.....i'm a doctor.

Im feeling n' sharing, im healing n' caring.


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George looked down upon Tom's hand, letting a few seconds pass before accepting the handshake. "Your offices, sir?"

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Chuckles was a first thing to follow in a responce "This town has became my office. Diner is a suitable place to sit and discuss whatever you have to discuss with me in private, wouldn't you agree...sir?"

Opening the door and gesturing at the table that has bowl filled with what seens like some kind of fruit from the distance.

"I reckon this place will do."

Gesturing at the other side of the table for stranger to sit,

 

 

Relax.....i'm a doctor.

Im feeling n' sharing, im healing n' caring.


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"I would not, but if you insist." George went inside the dinner through Tom's opened door. He walked towards the shown table and stopped besides it but did not sit. "No, thank-you. Can we discuss my deal now, sir?"

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Subtle tilt of the had followed by few nods. "Sure we can. Lets hear it." He takes a piece of fruit from the bowl on the table just to make his hand have something to do as they talk.

 

 

 

Relax.....i'm a doctor.

Im feeling n' sharing, im healing n' caring.


Crying Blood's picture

"There is going to be a delivery of... valuable assets... across the first and second sector of the Grand Canyon Province. The men I hired to do it are of a capable hand, however, most of them I have had little contact with.

I do not know how loyal they are to a chip but I know you value knowledge and science a lot. Perhaps... it might even be a chance for you to do even more good, if that's what concerns you.

I need a third-party in all of this - someone to make sure the terms of my job contract are met."

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"I see that the word is still out there." Tom chucklets "It is the truth i must admit. Chips have little to no appeal to me if the cause is not worthy or gona help someone."

"Tell me, what exactly are we talking about here? Is it something medicine related or general science?"

Relax.....i'm a doctor.

Im feeling n' sharing, im healing n' caring.


Crying Blood's picture

"When the SHIVA pandemic reached North America, GlobalTech spent a portion of their resources to intensively research the virus. I can provide you with something quite fresh and valuable concerning their research. But only - just like the mercenaries will receive their chips - after the job is done."

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The piece of fruit he was fiddling with drops suddenly as he leans in looking at the man. "What must i do?"

Relax.....i'm a doctor.

Im feeling n' sharing, im healing n' caring.


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"You'll have to join a crew of mercenaries in their mission to escort some sealed steel crates, which can be distinguished by a GlobalTech mark. The checkpoints of pick ups and drop offs will be given to the lead of the operation - Yuri Witte. And the terms of the contract are pretty simple:

  1. Follow the instructions given to Yuri Witte precisely, as in, where the cargo must be picked up or dropped off.
  2. Do not open the crates.
  3. Don't talk about the mission to people outside the crew.

Everyone will receive the promised payment immediately after the last checkpoint has been reached. Does everything sound fair?"

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Taking few deep breaths while looking up at corner of the room, scratching his neck and chin. Letting out a long humm every now and then.

"Yuri....Yuri.....Yuri Witte.....Why does that sound soo familiar...."

Ponders for a few more seconds before jerking his head backwards, looking at the man accros the table.

"Yes...yes, most interesting offer, i certainly am interested in it as long as i am compensated in way of..... papers, schematics or any sort of written guides related to Global Tech."

Stands up from behind the table and offers his hand for a shake once again to the man.

"So... Do we have a deal?"

Relax.....i'm a doctor.

Im feeling n' sharing, im healing n' caring.




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