Enlist Reaver, Midnight and Vex

"I've got some people in mind," remarks Crow. "Wait here and signal me if you see any Powder Ganger's." Sunny nods in understanding while Crow leaves the saloon, heading at a jog for the hill the others wait on.

Vex is the first to notice his approach and glances over at the man. "Well?" questions Vex. "Have you sorted everything out here?"

"Not entirely. Powder Ganger's are making trouble for the town and I volunteered to put an end to it."

"Then, it sounds like you should get to work."

"Uh, see, about that...I'm gonna need a little help from you three." Vex narrows his eyes in response and Midnight crosses his arms.

"Why should we?" asks Midnight simply, his voice garbled by the helmet he wears. "What'd these people do for us?"

"Haul us out of shallow graves and nurse us back to health," replies Reaver. "I know who the Powder Ganger's are and we can't leave these towns people to fight them alone."

"It's not our problem," speaks Vex.

"It became our problem when they hauled our asses outta the fire," rebuts Crow. "Or maybe you forgot that."

"...God, I hate you, pretty-boy," comments Midnight. "But...you're right. I hate to agree but we owe them."

"It's still not our problem," insists Vex. "If we get involved and they tell the traders who wander through that a bunch of mercenaries saved them then we lose the element of surprise."

"And if we don't then innocent people die," reasons Reaver, stepping over to Crow's side. "I'll assist in any way possible."

"Jesus...I'm in, too, pretty-boy," adds Midnight. "Let's just wipe these motherfuckers out and then take our asses to Vegas." Vex pinches the bridge of his nose, irritation absolutely radiating from him.

"Very well," agrees Vex. "We'll thin the herd and then move on." They move at a quick pace back to the saloon where Sunny waits for them. Crow pushes the door open and she looks over.

"Well?" Sunny asks. "Did you--" She grows silent when Midnight hunches to step through the door and then stands at his full height, staring down at her. "I guess so."

"Meet Midnight, Reaver and Vex," remarks Crow, rapping his knuckles against the metal of Midnight's power-armor.

"Five of us, hm? Well, it'll have to do. I saw Powder-Gangers approaching so let's get ready." They leave the saloon, walking into the middle of the cracked street and facing the quickly approaching Powder-Ganger's. "There's a lot of them."

"Don't count us out, yet, Sunny," replies Reaver, 9mm drawn in preparation. None of them make a move for the longest time before all Hell breaks loose. Joe reaches for his gun and like before Crow is the first to draw, firing at them.

Everyone moves quickly as guns are drawn and fired between Powder-Ganger's and mercenaries. The fight lasts less then thirty seconds and at the end only the mercenaries are left standing in the middle of Good-Springs.

Sunny looks around at the bodies of the Powder-Gangers, the same as the others. "Huh?" calls Crow, approaching the only remaining member of their little group. Joe Cobb tries to crawl away, bleeding heavily from a shot to the stomach.

"Guh...unh...damn it," grunts Cobb, as Crow draws close. He reaches for his handgun and Crow smashes his palm under his boot.

"Goodbye, Cobb," speaks Crow, moments before he executes the man in front of the others.

"Brutal," comments Midnight. "Damn, I didn't think ya had it in you, pretty boy."

"You got something to say to me, tiny?" Crow turns towards Midnight who takes a step in his direction. "Why don't you come over here and say it to my face?"

"You wanna go, pretty boy?" Midnight ejects his magazine, letting it clatter against the pavement as he feeds a new one. "Cause we'll do this right now!"

"Bring it on, tiny! Bring it on!" Sunny steps between the two me the same as Reaver and Vex.

"That's enough!" the three exclaim in unison. After a moment they back down again and holster their weapons.

"You're hit, Crow," speaks Sunny. He looks down at his left arm and the shallow graze that's all but stopped bleeding already. "You should let Doc have a look at you before you move on."

"I had no idea you were so worried about me, Sunny," remarks Crow, a charming smile appearing on his face.

"You just don't give up, do you?"

"What can I say?" Hearing a magazine clatter against the earth all heads turn to Vex, who drops the bolt on a 10mm submachine gun and then rolls the body of it's own, searching the contents of his pack.

"Search the bodies," speaks Vex. "Take what you can carry."

"That...doesn't seem appropriate," replies Reaver.

"They don't need it no more, doc," reasons Midnight, doing much the same. He scavenges some Stimpaks, some Caps and a dose of Med-x from one of the Powder-Gangers. Crow bends down and retrieves Cobb's weapons, a 10mm pistol, as it is.

Reaver approaches and has a look at the graze on Crow's arm. "It looks like it's just a flesh wound," observes Reaver. "A Stimpak should fix you right up. Midnight, would you hand that to me, please?"

He grunts in irritation and hands it to him regardless. "Anyone else hit...?"