Deciding that I'm a man of honour and no matter what beef I may have with the despot of Megaton the people do not deserve to suffer for it. I go and inform the Sheriff as he seems like a good man that I can trust to do the right thing.
Wasteland Justice of course the nickname I've given my mean right hook. *Blows on fingernails*
Lucas and I barge into the saloon, ready to face off against this dangerous fiend.
Umm... I think I'm picking up the wrong conversation, I'll try to focus on Simms and Burke
Burke isn't much of a detective is he? Perhaps its the fellow who's following the man arresting you
Thankfully things are going peacefully, which is good because I'm running out of bullets
I lock onto Burke with my 10mm pistol, sadly being the second fastest draw in the room has its downfalls and Simms goes down. Three shots peg Burke in the side of the head but he manages to stay standing and turns his pistol on me.
The fight goes poorly as I try desperately to find some kind of cover
Sadly even attempting to hide behind a sheet, A bullet to the shoulder teaches me the problem with my plan.
I force Burke to take cover and run upstairs, I contemplate pulling out one of my grenades and simply ending the fight, however with the possibility of bar patrons being added to the casualty list I decide I need to take another tactic.
Taking a few steps back and grabbing a pool cue I found laying around, I run full speed in Burkes direction and throw myself over the railing
Waaaagh!
Looking down on Burkes lifeless body, I suddenly see through the rage that had engulfed my thoughts and deeds. I feel my knees weaken and I'm forced to sit on a barstool to avoid collapsing. I'm snapped back to reality by a kid pulling on my sleeve
".....Your dad?"
Damn, I need a drink