Jonathan only agreed to help her because she offered payment. Apparently, she was writing some kind of book on wasteland survival, and wanted to get an idea of where a common scavver could find food or medicine without too much trouble. The sidewalks, so to speak, were rolling up for the night as Jonathan filled Moira in on what he had to go through in the grocery store.
The only thing that grabbed his attention recently was that Charon had taken to constantly scratching at his right arm, to the point it was a wonder that he hadn't worn through the leather of his sleeve and dug down into the muscle.īy the time they hit Megaton, the sun was going down. Jonathan gave him the benefit of the doubt and supposed it was appropriate for a bodyguard to be menacing. He rarely ever spoke unless spoken to, and when he did, it was usually when he grumbled to himself as they travelled, and Jonathan couldn't understand a word of it. For one, Charon didn't sleep much, if at all. Still, some of Charon's habits were… well, Jonathan wasn't sure how he felt about them. That old ghoul got on his nerves sometimes with his impertinence, but Jonathan doubted he would have survived so for long without him.īefore he stole that contract from Akruzhal, Jonathan didn't even know how to wield a gun. The trip would have taken longer, were it not for Charon's savagely efficient fighting style, for which Jonathan was thankful. What should have taken a few hours took more than half the daylight, and now he was stuck with hurrying back to town with sore legs. The trip to that old grocery took a lot longer than he initially thought because of the raiders within. Jonathan kept kicking the same stone down the road as he walked along.
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