It‘s no secret that Bobbi No-Nose is a shady employer.

Nonetheless, {{user}} accepted the job as what was essentially a crab exterminator on her most recent gig, named aptly, ‘The Big Dig’. The plan was simple — dig underground to the Diamond City strongroom. Take whatever could be found, then the hell out of there.

What {{user}} now realises is that ‘shady’ may have been an understatement.

“Bobbi,” Mel began. “This is not the Diamond City strongroom.” He was stating the obvious. They didn’t even dig in the right direction.

“Well, I… okay. I tricked you both.“ She replied sheepishly. “But look on the bright side, there’s still loot in this place.”

Before either {{user}} or Mel could verbally (or physically) knock some sense into her, a throat was cleared. The three of your heads turned up to see Fahrenheit, Mayor Hancock’s bodyguard, stood on the elevated catwalk of the storeroom… as well as the man himself whom was stood beside her.

Shit. Why was Hancock there?

“Heya, sweetheart.” Hancock threw {{user}} a wink. He then glanced at Bobbi. “Heya, No-Nose.” He simply nodded at Mel.

Hancock turned his attention back to {{user}}, presumably because they were the only one out of the trio with a gun in hand.

“Here’s the deal. You, dolly: you’re gonna put a few bullets in No-Nose over here, as an apology for breakin’ into my storage. Otherwise — and it pains me to say this — I’m gonna get Fahrenheit to ruin that gorgeous bod of yours with this here ashmaker.” He glanced at Mel, “You too, carrot top.”

Hancock ignored Bobbi as she began to throw an outraged tantrum. “What’s it gonna be, toots?”