Morning Ambush.

Cass woke to the still air of her motel room and the electric buzzing of the overhead lights. She opened her eyes to see a stained plaster ceiling. Cass was a bit groggy and hung over, leaving her short-term memory a little shot, yet she was still able to instantly recognize this ceiling. It belonged to her favorite room in Novac. The one she went to when she wanted to have a good time. She turned her head and saw a young brown haired man lying face down next to her.

Memories started to flow back to her. She had met this wannabe stud at a bar in Nipton where he had tried to hit on her. Having only been a few drinks in Cass, quickly swatted the buzzing bloatfly away, claiming she had no time for **** men. Hours later, she purchased a few bottles of whiskey for the road, and took off. Cass had been about halfway to Novac when she realized she had already drunk most of her purchased whiskey and fate reunited her with that **** flirt. Even then she knew it was going to lead here.

"Now what was your name again?" Cass asked herself as she looked at her sleeping partner. She was sure he had told her his name but for the life of her Cass couldn't remember it. Eventually she gave up trying with a shrug and started to get up. When she quietly got out of bed the first thing, she noticed was her splitting headache, that whiskey was definitely getting to her. She held her head and struggled to keep her balance. Fortunately, she was basically a professional drinker and with little more than a deep breath was able to center herself. It was then that she noticed something else. She was stark naked save her father's pendant of course. Now you may assume this par for the course, but Cass was also a professional banger. How much she undressed mirrored the quality of the sex. Most of the time stripped down only to her undershirt and panties, sometimes even the bra, but to get her fully naked was a true achievement.

"Good job whoever you are," She whispered placing her hands on her hips. "Now I really wish I remembered your name."

Cass looked around the room to get her bearings. Her clothes were balled up on the couch, her boots were at the edge of the bed, her bags near the door, her caravan shotgun leaned against the fridge, and her hat and hair tie on the nightstand. Cass signed realizing she'd need to be quick to get out of here unnoticed. She reached down and grabbed her hair tie and began working her hair into a ponytail. She glanced over at the man still sound asleep. It was nothing personal, but caravan work was a lonely profession and getting attached was a job killer. So, she always left her partners first leaving them and empty whiskey bottle to remember her by.

After doing her hair and slipping on her hat, Cass walked over to her boots and leaned down to pick them up. Before she stood back up however Cass heard a peculiar sound. A sound all too familiar to anyone who spend too much time in the wasteland. A hammer cocking.

"Fuck," Cass said before a hailstorm of bullets blasted through the front wall and into the room. Cass immediately dove onto the ground, boots still in hand and started crawling. Her partner wasn't so lucky stirred away by the gunfire this expert lovemaker sat up from bed and before he could say anything coped a bullet in the side of his head. He fell back into bed blood gushing from his wound.

Cass had no time to mourn him. She crawled her way into the kitchen and rose back to her feet using the fridge as cover. Wearing nothing but her hat and pendant and with her boot tucked under an arm, Cass waited for the rain of bullets to end she paid attention to their grade. 20-gauge shotgun, 10mm pistol, 5.56 mm service rifle. The kinds of guns you could get anywhere. Maybe that was the point. Eventually the gunfire stopped, and everything went quiet Cass holding her breath and listening for a new sound.

The sound of a doorknob turning.

Cass moved almost on instinct. She span around out of cover, grabbed her caravan shotgun, get down on one knee and fired off two shots through the door. The sound of at least two men screaming in pain rang out but the thud of one man falling to the ground dead. She hadn't gotten them all.

"You're dead Cassidy!" A pained voice screamed out, but Cass didn’t hear it. She was focused on moving running into the bathroom to take cover before another storm of bullets tore the room apart.

"Damn," Cass sighed. She opened up the shotgun and pulled out the empty shells. Her bag with her extra ammo was near the door. No way she was getting that without being torn to shreds. She looked around and suddenly laid eyes on a single shell sitting on the edge of the sink. Cass remembered having to take a shit before doing the deed and finding a shotgun shell in her pocket. She must have left it there when she finished. Cass grabbed the shell and loaded it into the gun. She had one shot and there were two gunners. What if she didn't get them?

Cass looked around the bathroom again and noticed a shut window over the toilet. Thinking quickly Cass stepped up onto the toilet, unlatched the window, and pushed it open revealing a path into the main street of Novac. Cass smiled. She was sure she could squeeze her slender body through this window so long as she dropped her shotgun first.

However, her smile vanished as she made a realization. Cass looked down and was reminded that she was still butt ass naked. If she jumped out this window without any weapons she'd have to run. Not just down the street but out of town. Into the wasteland. Naked.

Cass swallowed and backed away from the window but leaving it open. The bullets were still coming. She used the opportunity to slip on her boots then the naked cowgirl held her shotgun at the ready and waited for the next reprieve. When it finally came Cass had little time to think before her door was bashed in completely. This time she waited. Letting the footsteps get closer. Then she jumped out. She saw two men one in front another in the back both wearing combat armor. The man in the front had his rifle at the ready, but when he got an eyeful of Rose of Sharon Cassidy in all her glory he hesitated. Last mistake he ever made. Cass blasted him in the face, splattering his brains across the wall and just as she had hoped the buckshot kept going tearing the second man apart. The intruders both fell to the floor.

"Phew" Cass said wiping the sweat from her brow. She then placed her shotgun on her shoulder and cocked out her hip with a smile. "Well boys it was a good attempt, but no cigar. Maybe next time you’ll remember to-"

BANG!!!

A bullet whizzed through the room, past Cassidy and imbedded itself into the wall. Cass froze, mouth left ajar, confused about what had just happened. She then looked over towards the door a saw another assailant at the door staring her down angrily. In one hand he held an 10mm pistol while the other was covered in blood. Cass instantly put two and two together. There were four assailants, and this is the one she had wounded through the door earlier.

"Shit," she said before the wounded man started firing wildly at her. She dropped her gun and sprinted back into the bathroom. She looked at the window, her escape route. The gunfire stopped and was replaced by heavy footsteps. The assailant was after her and he wouldn't stop or hesitate just because she was naked. Cass was completely cornered.

"Shiiiit!" Cassidy screamed as she ran forward skillfully diving through the window before the attacker made it to the bathroom. He wasted no time rushing over towards the window jumping onto the toilet so he could shoot his target in the ass as she ran away, but Cass was smarter than that. After flying through the window and rolling Highway 95, the caravaneer quickly got to her feet and started running making sure to get out of the shooters range of vision from the window. But that didn't stop him. The gunman stretched his good arm out the window and started firing randomly hoping to get a lucky shot with blind fire. He missed but a few shots got close enough to convince Cassidy to run even faster. One hand holding her hat in place, the other over her bare chest.