"Do you have the... discussed item?" Mr. Med whispered softly as he bent over the table. Kimberly aired the bag onto the table and out fell a stray finger as red as a rose!<br/><br/>"Here's the finger with the ring attached... as I promised I'd get you." Kimberly put the finger back into the bag nonchalantly. "Now... I believe my pay was 250 caps?"<br/><br/>Mr. Med snapped his fingers. "You've more than earned your reward. Gruff, please get her caps." The big, brooding man in a tux slapped a huge bag on the table with the classic clinky clink. The sound of reward was always as sweet to the ears as the good morning sun to the mind.<br/><br/><br/>"You know what? I think for all that work I did and all the dangers I encountered plus the trek, I think I deserve a bit of a higher reward, don't you think?" Kimberly asked with a smug smile behind her bandana. Mr. Med did not look impressed at all.<br/><br/>"Hmph. You have a fair point. Another 250 caps for you. I am not going any higher than that." The big tuxedo guy slapped another brown clinky bag down with the force of a nuke. Kimberly collected her take, handed over the bag, and left the table. As she walked out, she noticed someone at the bar had foolishly slammed his head. How he had lived to this point was beyond Kimberly. As Kimberly turned back, she noticed an old man with encumbered hands leaving the place. In the booth he had occupied, Kimberly saw a young woman sitting there counting her take. Perhaps this lady could be... persuaded to part with some of those caps she had earned? Kimberly took a chance and sat down...