As he neared the display case in the middle of the room Roger Kelly(wears Roving Trader outfit ad Fedora) slung his MP38 9mm submachine gun. He was after what was in the case, an AER14 prototype laser rifle(m<a class="postlink" href="http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/AER14_prototype">http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/AER14_prototype</a>m). Roger looked for any triggers to a prewar security system. Satisfied he didn't see any he lifted up the glass cover. An alarm sounded instantly. "Damnit." he muttered. He couldn't see the motion sensing alarm type they installed. He grabbed the laser rifle and ran out of the room incase the security system deployed turrets, but he was met by a Raider at the end of the hall. "So heres the rat making all the goddamn noise." said the Raider as he raised his .32 caliber revolver only to be interrupted by a figure in green clothes who stabbed the Raider through the eye with a Trench knife(You know, the one from Anchorage). "I guess we missed one." said Roger with a smirk. The figure in green, Fiona(m<a class="postlink" href="http://safebooru.org/index.php?page=post&amp;s=view&amp;id=638048">http://safebooru.org/index.php?page=pos ... &amp;id=638048</a>m, without so much blood) wiped her knife's blade on the dead Raider's clothes to get the blood off and then stowed it in her sheath. Fiona pointed to the laser rifle and gave a thumbs up. "Yeah, I got it. Let's get out of here." Fiona only nodded and hefted her M16A1 with a flashlight duct taped to the handguards and followed. After the two made their way through the maze of a building the proceeded on a trip to the Citadel, a Brotherhood of Steel fort. "Ah you brought one of these." said the Scribe as he examined the laser rifle. "What form of payment do you want?" asked the Scribe. "Caps." said Roger. In no time at all the Scribe produced a bag filled with several thousand bottle caps. "Glad to be in the service of the Brotherhood." Roger said. The Scribe was too preoccupied with the laser rifle to hear him. Roger simply shrugged and walked out. Fiona mimed money counting motions to Roger, "Heres your take." he said as he dumped around half the bag into Fiona's bottle cap sack. "Now what?" said Roger to no one in particular.