Fallout: The Ruined York (Open and Accepting)

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Wait. No. Noooooo." She whined, walking against Slade's dragging.
"I WANT TO KNOW~"  

[Zahzi]

"No."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Why the Hell not?!" She snapped, glaring at him.
"I'm going to be stuck with you! You could at least ******** tell me who you are!!"  

[Zahzi]

"I am Slade." Slade replied, still dragging her to a large steel house near the center of the town.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Yeah! I got that at the door, ya jackass!" She snapped.
"You refused to give it to me too! I had to get your ******** name from a stranger!"  

[cptflint]

Dent sat at the counter in a bare in town, silent as always. Next to him his sister was chatting nonsense to the barkeeper.

"And That's when he disarmed me and told us to leave," she said, talking about her fight with the mercenary.
"Where was he doing all this?" he barkeep asked, pointing at her brother.
"He was dealing the the crazy robot with the machine guns," she replied cheerfully.

Dent let out a labored sigh...  

[Zahzi]

"Had you asked for a name, you would have received it." Slade said, now in front of the house.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"You wouldn't even talk to me! You just told me to follow... AND THEN KNOCKED ME OUT!!"  

[Zahzi]

"Because you ran back to the house, and pointed a gun at me." Slade replied, opening the door and walking inside, bringing the woman as well.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Well what the Hell did you expect?! You just randomly showed up to my house, refused to answer questions, SHOVED me out of my home, then stepped out and started dragging me away! OF COURSE I WAS GOING TO GET A ******** GUN AND USE IT AGAINST YOU!!" She yelled, smacking Slade in the back of his head.

"...She has a valid argument, Sir." HK sighed as he followed them inside.
"Irrational. But valid."  

[Zahzi]

"You would not have come otherwise." Slade said, releasing her and walking through the house.

From somewhere in the house, humming could be heard. That and the sound of a blowtorch.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"A explanation and some answers would have persuaded me!" She barked. "But no! You had to play kidnapper, and look where it got ya!" She continued yelling, before hearing the noises of the house.

"...Great... Ten bucks says he's happy, trigger happy, and psychotic... WORST. COMBINATION. EVER."

"...I'd beg to differ~"  

[Zahzi]

"King! Company." Slade called, looking up at the stairs.

"Ehh..?" a voice called out, the blowtorch turning off and someone coming out of a room.
The man was large in stature and covered from head to toe in a thick leather outfit. His face was hidden by a blast shield.

"So...Is this is the Smithson girl..?" King asked, leaning against the railing.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"I might be." She grunted back, looking up at King with a dull stare.
"But it seems I'm the only escort Slade has ever done, and probably will ever do. So yes. I am a Smithson. Alex Smithson."  

[Zahzi]

"Huh...I figured you'd be a bit more humble..." King said, scratching the back of his head.
"But yeah...Slade was never one for the 'social' side of mercenary work.." he said, making quotations in the air.

". . ."