Madeline goes to Mick and Ralph's

Madeline decided that going and investigating her chances of getting a fake passport into New Vegas was a good option. She didn't want to go whore herself out. So she headed off to Mick and Ralph's. A young boy was out on the street acting as a crier.

"We've got stuff we're not even allowed to sell, people! Only at Mick and Ralph's!"

That was enough for Madeline. She headed inside the store glancing around cautiously, suspecting some trap. These streets were dangerous.

"Ah hello!" came a voice from a man behind a small counter. He was maybe in his thirties with shorter brown hair and a smile. "Looking for weapons or consumables? Welcome to Mick and Ralph's."

Madeline noticed another man, very similar looking to the man behind the counter on the other side of the store near some old washing machines that were now acting as tables.

"Don't be shy. I'm Ralph, that there is Mick." he nodded toward the man on the far wall. "You looking for guns or other stuff?"

"Are you guys brothers?" Madeline said, trying to be polite and break the ice.

"Ha ha we get that a lot." Ralph said. "But no, we aint brothers. But we share everything."

"You need some protection?" Mick said from across the way "I handle the guns, Ralph handles the other stuff."

Madeline looked around the shop and made sure no one else was there before moving toward Ralph's counter.

"I am looking for something....special." Madeline said pausing.

"Special?" Ralph said with a raise of his eyebrow.

"Ben..uh Old Ben told me you had a discreet way to get into the Strip." Madeline said, hoping that old man hadn't played her for a fool.

"Ah." Ralph smiled. "Yeah we have some...documents...you an purchase." He looked around the store and nodded to Mick who moved over and locked the door, flipping a 'closed' sign to the public.

"Okay now we can talk." Ralph said "We got fake passports that can get you into the strip. 500 caps."

"500 caps? wew" Madeline sighed.

"Well if you got 2,000 caps you can go and stroll on thru. Its a shit ton cheaper this way. And our documents never fail. If they don't let you in, you can come back and get your caps. My word." Ralph crossed his arms as if defending his work.

"We could always work out a deal maybe." Mick said, eyeing Madeline up and down moving a bit closer.

"What kind of a deal?" Madeline said suspiciously, we imagined what Mick might have had in mind.

"Oh a discount on the passport for an....exchange of services."