Fallout Game Merchant 2.0-Chapter 164: Violet

Six and his crew, armed and determined set out toward Violet’s location, navigating through the treacherous terrain on foot. The once pristine structures now covered in debris and rust showed the ravages of time and conflict. The minefield stretched ahead, a deadly reminder of the wasteland’s dangers.

Six glanced back toward the War Bus, a heavily armed and practically moving fortress, which was left parked by the bridge, as the road ahead was riddled with mines, hidden traps, and debris from ruined buildings.

Rebecca armed to the teeth and excited for some action kept close to Six, her eyes scanning the surroundings, ever alert. Boone, ever the vigilant sniper, took point in his T-80 Knightmare armor, his Factsphere Sensor scanning for threats through his helmet hud screen.

Raul, always the skeptic, muttered under his own T-80 Knightmare armor, keeping his hand near his sidearm. And Roger, the imposing figure of the group, walked with an air of quiet confidence, his gaze never straying from the path ahead.

"Violet won’t be far."

Six muttered, his voice steady.

"We just need to stay low and move fast."

Rebecca nodded, the familiar weight of the situation settling in.

"She won’t expect us to take the road. We have the advantage."

Boone checked the map on his wrist, adjusting his path to avoid certain areas known for raider activity.

"Violet’s usually with a pack of raiders. We might have a fight on our hands before we find her."

Raul grinned darkly.

"A fight sounds good, but we need to be smart. We don’t know if Violet’s still hiding in the area, or if she moved out after her last incident."

Roger let out a low chuckle, clearly amused by Raul’s bluntness.

"Either way, we’ll be ready."

The crew pressed forward, each step echoing in the eerie cold silence of the nuclear winter wasteland. The temperature hung low, casting a long chill across the snowed landscape. They all knew Violet was a dangerous target, but with the combined strength of their group, they’d have the upper hand—if they could remain sharp.

As they moved deeper into the snowed desolate zone, the only sound was the occasional crunch of debris underfoot and the distant howl of the wind. The closer they got, the more tense the atmosphere became. There was no telling when or where they’d encounter Violet’s dog pack, but one thing was for sure: it would be a fight they wouldn’t back down from.

As they approached the outskirts of Violet’s known territory, the stench of wet dogs and decay filled the air—a sure sign of the fiend’s infamous pack of rabid mongrels. Boone raised a fist, signaling for the group to halt. With his factsphere sensor, he spotted movement—several dogs lurking in the ruins, their eyes gleaming with hunger.

"Got eyes on ’em."

Boone muttered.

"At least two dozen dogs, but I don’t see Violet yet."

Six smirked.

"Then we flush her out."

Rebecca cracked her knuckles.

"Been a while since I shot something that bites back."

Roger laughed gripping his sword.

"A pack of dogs? Hardly a challenge. Let’s make this interesting!"

Raul sighed.

"I swear, you people are insane."

Six motioned for the team to spread out. It was time to take down Violet and her pack—for good.

The crew moved into position, spreading out in a coordinated formation. The snow-covered ruins provided ample cover, but also hid potential dangers. Six crouched behind the rusted husk of an old truck, his modified Dessert Eagles in hand. His keen eyes scanned the area, waiting for the opportune moment.

Boone took up a sniper’s perch atop a collapsed overpass, his T-80 Knightmare armor giving him enhanced stability and vision.

The Factsphere Sensor displayed outlines of the dogs through the snowfall, their bodies shrouded in mist. He steadied his sights on the largest mongrel, no doubt the alpha of the pack.

Rebecca crouched beside Six, her Punisher in LMG mode resting against her shoulder, her fingers twitching in anticipation.

"So, how do we play this? Guns blazing or silent approach?"

She asked, barely suppressing a grin.

Raul, kneeling behind a pile of rubble, let out a groan.

"Silent approach? With this crew? You’re joking, right?"

Roger chuckled, drawing his blade and resting it against his shoulder.

"Stealth isn’t really my style."

He admitted.

"But if you want, I can cut through them before they know what hit ’em."

Six smirked.

"No need to waste time. Boone, take the shot."

A suppressed crack rang out as Boone’s 14.5×114mm Varis’ rifle shot sent a round straight into the skull of the alpha dog. The beast collapsed instantly, its packmates snarling in confusion before turning toward the direction of the shot.

That was all the signal they needed.

Rebecca opened fire, her Cross Punisher LMG spraying bullets into the nearest hounds, dropping two in a hail of gunfire. Six fired his pistol, a single round tearing through a dog’s ribcage and sending it flying backward. Raul’s Plasma Defender hissed as it burned through the thick hide of another, leaving the smell of charred flesh in the freezing air.

Roger, however, was a blur of motion. The first dog that lunged at him met the swift bite of his blade, its head severed in one clean strike. With unnatural speed, he weaved between the lunging creatures, cutting them down one by one. Blood stained the snow as he moved, a predator among lesser beasts.

The chaos attracted attention.

A furious shriek echoed through the ruins as a figure emerged from a makeshift shelter, flanked by her remaining drugged-up dogs. Violet, the deranged fiend, glared at them with bloodshot eyes, gripping her rifle.

"You bastards! My dogs! You killed my dogs!"

She screeched, her voice raw with fury as she raised her weapon, fingers tightening on the trigger.

But she never got the chance to fire.

A single gunshot rang out—Boone’s rifle. The bullet struck true, hitting her rifle and sending it clattering across the frozen ground. Violet gasped, her hands trembling from the shock of losing her only defense.

Before she could react further, Rebecca lunged forward like a striking viper, tackling Violet into the snow. The Fiend let out a strangled cry as she was slammed onto her back, the wind knocked from her lungs.

Six strode toward them, his Liberator sword glinting under the pale light. He pressed the blade against Violet’s throat, feeling her pulse hammer against the cold steel.

"You know, I will kill you."

Six said, his voice smooth and calm despite the chaos around him.

"But that doesn’t mean you have to go to hell alone. I’d be more than happy to send Driver Nephi and Cook-Cook with you."

Violet’s wild eyes darted between Six and Rebecca. She saw no mercy in either of them—only cold, calculated intent. Her survival instincts kicked in.

"Yes! If I’m gonna die, I want them dead too! I WANT ALL THOSE BASTARDS DEAD!"

She shrieked, desperation overriding any lingering loyalty she had to the Fiends.

Six smirked.

"Then, all I need is information."

Violet spilled everything she knew. She ranted, cursed, and spat as she unraveled every dirty secret of Driver Nephi, Cook-Cook, and even Motor-Runner. She gave away locations, habits, weaknesses—anything that might ensure their deaths.

When she finally fell silent, her body sagging in exhaustion, Six nodded in satisfaction.

"Thank you for the information, Violet. I’ll see to it that Nephi, Cook-Cook, and Motor-Runner join you in hell soon enough."

Violet let out a bitter laugh, her strength failing.

"Go to hell."

She spat, slumping against the ruined wall. Blood soaked the snow beneath her, her life draining away. She didn’t even flinch when Six took a step forward.

A growl broke the silence.

Violetta, her last remaining hound, leaped at Six in a desperate final attack. But his blade was faster. One clean stroke and the dog’s head separated from its body, rolling lifelessly across the ground.

Violet’s bloodshot eyes flickered toward her fallen companion. A shuddering breath left her lips, but no scream came. She had nothing left—not rage, not fear, not even the strength to fight.

Six raised his sword once more.

"End of the road."

With one swift motion, his blade sliced clean through her neck.

Violet was no more.

Collecting her head, Six and the crew headed towards Cook Cook’s location.