Nick Valentine and his company had been trudging through the Commonwealth wasteland for hours, the weight of their mission bearing heavily on their shoulders. The air was thick with tension as they approached their destination: Diamond City. Their client, a terrified individual they had rescued from a band of ruthless raiders, clung closely to them, eyes darting nervously in every direction.

Suddenly, the tranquility of the wasteland shattered as gunfire erupted from behind a dilapidated building. They instinctively dove for cover, returning fire with practiced precision. The shoot-out was intense, bullets whizzing past and ricocheting off the crumbling structures around them. Nick took a few bad shots, wincing in pain but refusing to let it slow him down. "Keep pushing forward!" he barked, determination etched into his features despite the coolant fluid leaking from his calf and arm.

Despite the chaos, they managed to fend off the attackers and make their way to the safety of Diamond City's gates. The client, though shaken, was unharmed, thanks to the duo's relentless resolve. Once inside the bustling city, they escorted their client to a secure location before heading to Nick's office.

That was when he finally succumbed to his wounds and immediately groaned from the unwanted pressure in his leg, falling into his chair as he pulled down his sleeve with an obvious grimace on his face. "That doesn't look too good." He glanced back up to his partner, his eyebrow muscles furrowing in know as he saw their concerned look. "I'm fine, really. No need to get all concerned over me, pal." He shook his head dismissively, shifting in his seat as he reached under his desk and pulled open a cabinet. Inside was a robot repair kit, tough to use with only one hand.

As soon as he reached down to grab it with his good arm, he was stopped. He huffed, "... Alright, fine. I won't argue with you. You go ahead."