Crow - Jack of all Trades

"Unh...nuh," grunts Crow, opening his eyes. Grunts of pain and general discomfort sound through the room as well. "Wha-What the...?"

"You're awake," observes a male voice. "How 'bout that." Crow leans up, reaching for the 10mm pistol kept at his thigh and finding nothing but skin. He looks over at the doctor instead, the man standing there.

"Who are you, old man? Ahh!" Crow places a hand on his head, feeling it pound as though he'd drank a gallon of Vodka.

"Easy, boy. You got shot." Hearing creaking from one of the cots in the room, Crow looks over at the absolutely largest man he had ever seen in his life. The tattooed man groans and presses a hand to one side of his head.

"What the fuck?" questions the tattooed man. "What the fuck happened? Where am I?"

"That's a good question, tiny," agrees Crow. "Where are we, old man?" The doctor takes this moment to retrieve a chair from across the room and drag it back to them to have a seat.

"Why don't you tell me your name?"

"I'm Crow."

"I'm Midnight," replies the tattooed man.

"Unh...Vex," sounds a voice as a slim man rises up from his cot. "My name is Vex. Who are you? Why did you help us?"

"I'm Mitchell," answers the doctor. "And I didn't help you. Victor **** you to my doorstep and I adminstered what little aid I needed. Now...do y'all mind telling me what you were doing out there?"

"I was on a job," the three reply in unison. They exchange glances and then look at the fourth cot as a man rises from it.

"Guh," grunts the man. "My head..."

"You three are...mercenaries?" asks Doc Mitchell. They nod in the affirmative and Mitchell scratches his chin. "What were you doing up there?"

"I was hired to kill a guy named Benny," reply the three mercenaries, looking at each other again, this time as competition rather then strangers. The brunette man looks between the four of them.

"Uh...where is this?" questions the man.

"The doctors office," replies Midnight bluntly. "You got a name?"

"Reaver."

"What kind of dumbass name is Reaver?" laughs Midnight.

"What kind of dumbass name is Midnight?" counters Crow, causing the man to growl a bit and stand. "I've seen more color in an albino's skin."

"You got something to say to me, pretty boy?"

"As a matter of fact--"

"Enough!" demands Doc Mitchell. "I didn't heal you boys just to watch you bust each other up, again." Crow and Midnight exchange glances and then back down.

"How did we get here, doctor?" asks Reaver.

"Ol' Victor **** you four up this way. Not sure how, or why but I opened the door and there you were. You four need to--"

"I need to pay a visit to my employer," interupts Midnight. "That's what needs to be done. I think Mr. Smith is going to shit a gold-brick when--"

"Smith?" questions Reaver. "He hired YOU as well."

"Me, too," adds Vex. "I think it's time we have a nice talk with this man."

"Look at that," observes Crow. "Something we can agree on, Midnight." Vex stands and nods as well, several strands of black hair falling into his handsome face. "I say we pay good ol' Smith a visit."

"You met him in person?" asks Reaver.

"Erm...no. I thought maybe one of you three might have. He contacted me through a dead drop. I was supposed to meet him last night but instead I got ambushed."

"Same here," adds Midnight. "Vex?" He nods in agreement. "Looks like we're fucked, then."

"Well...not entirely," mutters Reaver. "I mean, I was transporting package from Primm to New Vegas, but..."

"You were ambushed," ventures Crow.

"You, too?"

"Unfortunately."

"Same here," adds Midnight again. Vex nods in agreement when they look at the man. "Guess we're all in the same boat. I remember some prick in a cheap suit."

"With some of those damn Great Kahn's."

"Exactly," agrees Reaver. "What should we do...?"