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| - Nah.
- I don't haggle. I've learned the hard way where that leads. The job pays 400 caps. Period.
- {shouting still. almost laughing, you're amazed this person has never heard of this place / Irritated} Seriously? This is Bunker Hill. All the caravans in the Commonwealth come through here?
- {Afraid} And next time you need something just ask, all right?
- Yeah, right. The Minutemen abandoned our sorry asses long ago. A lot of people's kin died because of that.
- Listen, you did us a good turn. But it would take a hell of a lot more for me to want to deal with the Minutemen.
- It took a lot of favors just to get the name of their crash pad: the East Boston Prep School.
- So there's only two types of people coming through here, Caravans and Raiders. Which are you?
- If you change your mind, they're at East Boston Prep School. Kill them and rescue any prisoner they might have. Think about it.
- {Afraid} You have some seriously powerful friends. If it'll keep us on their good side, consider yourself to have the run of the place.
- But Zeller's Army is getting greedy. Asking for more caps. And after we pay them, the bastards still hit our people.
- {shouting a bit louder / Irritated} I said: "Caravan or Raider"? Which are you?
- Fantastic.
- And every Raider outfit in the area gets protection money to keep their paws off the market and our homes.
- Hey, thanks!
- I have been forgetting things all day...
- I'm happy you're on our side.
- Kay. How's my favorite doctor?
- If there are survivors, rescue them. If any lost caravan hands make their way back into circulation, that'll do wonders for trade.
- Really? Where've you been all my life?
- Heard you got land of your own. Tell you what, build a safe place for the caravans to stop and everyone can profit.
- That sound like you?
- These guys are dangerous, so be careful.
- With your help the roads are a lot safer.
- Yeah, we're good.
- Judge Zeller runs a strange outfit. Came out of nowhere and now they're players. I don't know what you'll find there.
- {Conspiratorial} But above all, you're just a freelancer working for yourself. Never even heard of us on the Hill, right?
- {Friendly} All right, come on in and set up shop wherever you want. Remember, we get a cut of all your sales. Room and board ain't included.
- {shouting from about 100 feet away} You there! Caravan or Raider?
- {Conspiratorial} I got a sensitive job that needs someone with skills and more rolling around in their head than marbles.
- I wasn't here for... I just wanted to see how people were doing.
- But I found out the Army's holed up at an old prep school. The job's simple: deal with them.
- {player is walking away} Silent type, huh? Just don't cause any trouble.
- {Suspicious} All right, the market's open if you need it. Just remember, the protection we pay your bosses is worth three times your life. Leave people alone.
- {Blown away, maybe an exclamation between the two lines / Impressed} And you did that by yourself, right? Here's the pay out.
- If you ever get some land of your own, build a safe place for the caravans to stop and then both of us could profit.
- {Conspiratorial} Our town works because everyone knows we got the raider angle covered. The gangs get paid off and leave our caravans alone.
- Really? That's almost tempting. But, except for the occasional hiccup, we're looking out for ourselves just fine. Pass.
- {Friendly} But, either way, you're welcome back to the Hill any time.
- Judge Zeller was snatching people and brain-washing them. Like some damned cult. No wonder their numbers exploded.
- Freelance, huh? All right, come on in, but no gunfire. Market's open. You can do as much trading as you like.
- Most "problem solvers" around here dabble in raiding or chems. Usually both. But, you. You're something else.
- That all gets worked out in the ledgers after I collect the town's cut. Don't worry about it. All under control.
- Just checking up on folks, Deb. No need to lay into me.
- I ain't going to haggle on the price. I got reputation to protect. But I'll throw in some extra supplies if you sign on. Best I can do.
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| - Player Default: What?
- FemaleRough: One of the prisoners told me what they went through at the prep school. I had no idea.
- Player Default: Know anything else about Zeller's Army?
- Kessler: With your help the roads are a lot safer.
- Player Default: Caravan.
- Player Default: Consider Zeller's Army dealt with.
- Player Default: Do I look like an idiot?
- Player Default: Glad it turned out well.
- Player Default: I'm all that plus discrete.
- Player Default: I'm happy you're on our side.
- Player Default: I'm here on my own.
- Player Default: I'm not interested in your job.
- Player Default: I've had no complaints so far.
- Player Default: If that's it...
- Player Default: Raider.
- Player Default: These guys are dangerous, so be careful.
- Kay: Money's already paid. Double-check your ledger.
- Player Default: Really? Where've you been all my life?
- FemaleRough: So Deb's been talking you up. Says you get results.
- Kessler: You have some seriously powerful friends. If it'll keep us on their good side, consider yourself to have the run of the place.
- Player Default: What did the prisoner say about the prep school?
- Deb: Well if ain't Mayor Kessler in the flesh. What do I owe the honor?
- Player Default: It's the Minutemen who helped you. If you support us, we can help even more.
- Kay: No you weren't. You're here for the cut. You're always here for the cut, or you forget you've already taken the cut.
- Kessler: Heard you got land of your own. Tell you what, build a safe place for the caravans to stop and everyone can profit.
- Player Default: A lot's riding on this job. The pay better reflect that.
- Deb: You're here for your cut, right? How much protection money Raiders asking for this week?
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