User:JASPER42/Vault Villains Vegas.

Warning: This story has New Vegas spoilers and non-cannon info. ''O.K, so Vault Villains two didn't really work out due to writers block and lack of free time, but,seeing as I just got New Vegas and a free week I thought I'd start on this bit.
 * 'Some story you missedNadeen died due to radiation in Dunwich, Joe, sadded by her death walked the wastes alone. He soon met up with Theo (The Exterminator) in Underworld, the pair helped the Lyons Pride at Adams Air force base and left in a stole Verebird. They fled to the Mojave Wasteland ans went their sepeart ways. Theo, went to the New Vegas strip and Joe went to a small town called Novac, setting up shop as a hired merc.'

Part One
'Cancer growth:60%. Approx life span left: One year'

Joe crouched in the dirt, hidden in the Brahamin pen, waiting. He glanced at his Pip-boy 3000, seeing a rip in his caravaneer outfit's arm. 'I should really get this thing fixed he thought to himself. He had, unforchantly lost his regulator duster not long ago. It was 12:05. Not long now, he shifted his recruit helmet out of his eyes. He saw movement. Pullling out his varmint rifle, he was ready for a fight. Movement again, a glisten in the shadows. But there was nothing there. "What's wrong with me? I must be getting jumpy." Joe muttered to himself. Then he heard something. A spinning, like a kenetic generator or... A mini gun spinning up. Joe prepared to leap out of the way, but instead of hitting him, the 5mm bullets slammed in to a nearby Brahamin. Joe jumped as he saw a blue super mutant appear out of nowhere. He quickly fired upon it. The monster looked at him for a second but turned and ran. "Oh no you don't" Joe muttered and he fired two quick shots, one in to each leg crippling both. The monster stumbled and fell to the ground. Joe sprinted over to it. Rolling it over on to his face Joe got a good look at... at... the thing. "What the hell are you?" Joe asked. The thing let out a grown of pain and reached out for Joe's neck. But Joe was too quick, he open fired in to the thing's face, 5 rounds from his 9mm pistol straight in to it's skull, exploding the head. Joe whipped himself clean of the blood and went to get his reward. A man called Dusty McBride thanked and played Joe a few Caps. He also offered Joe some Brahamin steak, Joe declined, and he wasn't hunger.

Part Two
The next night

Joe sat at his desk in his office, a second floor hotel room, with a bed against the west wall, and a desk against the east, facing the door. Behind him was a huge fire place, above which hung, in a glass case, a double barrelled shot gun, split in half, the two parts sat slightly apart, showing the jiggered, ripped insides which were hanging out slightly. Until recently this had been Joe's greatest weapon, but the lack of parts lead to it's eventually destruction. A knock came at the door, Joe, who had been leaning back on his chair, spinning a poker chip along his fingers, sat up. "Enter!" he called out. The door opened an in strode a man, dressed in a Merc grunt outfit and red beret. Mirrored sunglasses sat on his rough, strong face. He introduced "My name is Boone. I hear you're a detective. I need your help". "Why? What's happened?" "My wife. She's been taken." Joe was shocked, this wasn't as safe as The Strip, but he never expected something like this. Certainly not in a small town like this!. “Excuse me? Did you say taken? Like kidnapped?" The man nodded. "Last night. I was on duty, I'm the night sniper you see. In Dinky's mouth. Anyway, I came home to see the door open, the place wrecked and my wife gone." "Any idea who could do this?" "I think it's the slavers, Caesar's Legion, we've got a bad past, it would make sense." "I'll ask around, see if anyone's seen anything." Joe started by looking round the man's room. It was still a mess. Joe's Pip-boy bleeped. "Huh?" Joe was confused, he read the screen. 1/2 rads per sec?' That's strange none of the other rooms had any rads at all. He noted it on his Pip-boy and kept looking. He also found a few spent shells lying around. Joe picked one up to take a look. Standard 10mm rounds. He noted that as well. He finished sweeping the area but found nothing, so he left. One his way out he had a thought. He crouched low to look at the door lock. It had been unlocked when he'd got here, he'd assumed it was broken, either forced or shot, but it was intact. Joe frowned’ ‘So, they had a key''. He added that to his notes and left. Last night Joe thought,as he walked around the dark town. Someone was out last night, maybe they'd seen someone, who was it?. Joe'd seen them, walking around. He was an old man, it couldn't have been the farmer. So that left... "No-bark" Joe muttered. Great, so the man's wife's fate rests in the hands of an insane old man, still he had no other leads. Joe ran off towards No-bark's shack.