"The Vault" drabbles by James Henderson

The Shipment

The Vault #2

"There I was, new in town without a deuce to my name, this is before CP started capping any bastard with their back to the wall."

The vendor coughed more blood. He pushed his graying hair back and continued.

"One thing led to another and I was shuffling guns for these heavies, right? Well, I got good at that, silver tongue and all.
There we were, a dozen crates of shooters in front of me, half dozen gorillas staring me down. I kicked the guns in front and took the money, shame that I broke the clickers on 'em eh?"

The Vendor

The Vault #1

Two men entered the open vault. It's vaulted ceilings echoed the cocking of their handguns. They approached the bloody figure lying against the wall.

He coughed and spat blood and teeth.
"'Bout time you turned up. You here about the bum shooters I stiffed you with?"

The taller of the pair spoke with a growl.
"Among other things."

The vendor coughed again and motioned to his wounds.
"Might as well listen to my crimes now, likely escape the firing squad anyway."

The taller agent reached forward to sieze the vendor, the shorter pulled him back and spoke.
"Fine, we'll listen."