Stinky Jimmy stood with his arms folded around his fat descended belly, he knew what it meant to be obese in the wasteland environment.  It meant that he got what he wanted, not many men could say that. Even less could prove it with the evidence of extreme body fat, due to abundance of food. Most folk from the wastelands were rail-thin. Not enough funding for food and the lack of untainted goods were the sole inhibitors, but to someone that can managed to actually become 'fat', that was  a true accomplishment.  His twisted little smile appeared when the girl appeared in the drain pipe.<br/><br/>"I've got your thing. I need help to pull it up, though." she screamed, out of breath from the top of the sewage portal.<br/><br/>"....good girl!" He whispered to himself.<br/><br/>Stinky Jim whistled and suddenly the sand around him erupted. 6 men sprung forth from their hiding places within the hardtack floor. They were all large Marauder types, muscled and tattooed with extreme spiky leather clothing. They carried plasma rifles and huge axes made of found scrap metal.<br/><br/>The men came and grabbed the handless paralyzed 'synth'. Roughly 'helping' M and the Sentinel to the ground, where Stinky Jim stood with a sinister smile on his face.<br/><br/>"Well here he is....One 'synth' delivered.....minus a hand, which by the way.....I still have!" She called out once she was to the bottom of the drainage hill and holding up her exhausted arm. On her wrist still hung the blasted off hand of Jacks. "We're good right?" She asked hopefully, knowing full well that she'd dropped her gear, which happened to include her blaster.<br/><br/><br/>"Well as the gods of hell that rule this desolate hell we all live in, I would say no......We are not 'good'. I asked for an unscathed Sentinel to sell on the black market in exchange for your delivery of said product.<span style="font-weight: bold"> You didn't deliver</span>. Hell, I have to admit, even if you'd had delivered, I would have fucked you over on the deal.....It's just the way of the wastelands, I'm sure you understand by now." He said, picking again at another boil on his cheek.<br/><br/>"Now I have hired the best Wasteland Marauders out here.....<span style="font-weight: bold">SIX!</span>, they are to be paid with the profits from selling your acquisition, and your own sale into the sex trade. You see, I never had any interest in ever paying you off, it is far more profitable for me to renege on our deal and pay these lowly fools for backing my betrayal. Now I gain the profits of the Sentinel and your own fleshly pleasures. I can see that you are now unarmed, and what hope do you have against six trained killers? Surrender now and I will spare you to just a few chain-rapes from my men and I. Resist and we'll cut off your arms and legs and turn you into a living sex doll. " He speaks coldly, his tone lets her know that he's committed the atrocity in the past.<br/><br/>"So what's your answer,<span style="font-style: italic">sweetcheeks</span>?" He calls out as his armed men surround her.