Kimberley was the type of person who turned vigilante when it was for their benefit... except she turned vigilante for good. She had been privy to the loss of many friends and even relatives in the harsh wasteland. Ever since those tumultuous times, she's been hoping to cleanse the world purely for the good of society... even if what she does isn't exactly what society likes best.<br/><br/>On this particular day, she had just finished another contract for a mysterious man by the name of Mr. Med. Inside her bag was the promised bargaining chip for her reward: 250 caps. Kimberly had no real invested interest as to why this suit wanted this contract... but the way she saw it, she was doing a favor by providing for him. She soon found the pub where she had been told to meet him to fulfill the ends of the contract. As she walked in, someone shouted at her...<br/><br/>"Hey, miss! Put dat pistol awa, ya? We're nat interested in yer shenanigans!" Kimberly, instead of trying her hand at this patron, simply obeyed. Eyeballing the room, she began her scan for this Mr. Med. THERE! Kimberly spotted him. She met him at his table, placed the bag on top, and said "I have your desired... prize. Do you have the caps?" Mr. Med twisted his thin and quite frankly idiotic mustache ready to sign off on this contract.