Fallout Game Merchant 2.0-Chapter 79: Buzz!

The morning sun barely peeked through the dusty windows of the new Megabuilding in Novac, casting a hazy light over the room. Six stirred awake, feeling the warmth of Rebecca's bare skin against his. She was draped lazily across him, her messy green hair splayed across his chest, her breathing steady and calm.

He smirked. Another wild night—a little celebration after everything they'd gone through. The bed creaked slightly as he shifted, trying not to disturb her, but Rebecca stirred, letting out a content hum.

"You awake?"

Six whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"Mm... more or less."

She muttered sleepily, trailing a finger down his chest.

"Damn... You weren't kidding when you said we'd be breaking into this place right."

Six chuckled softly. The Megabuilding had been a pet project of his for every town—a towering structure providing apartments, entertainment, and shops, mimicking the arcologies from the Cyberpunk world. Last night, after a few drinks and another adrenaline-filled brawl with a roaming band of Fiends, they ended up in one of the luxury suites.

"Worth it though, right?"

Six asked, tracing lazy circles on her back.

Rebecca gave him a lazy grin, propping herself on her elbow to look at him.

"Hmm... Definitely. But I think the neighbors might hate us."

She gave a cheeky smirk, stretching like a cat.

"We weren't exactly... quiet."

Six rolled his eyes, his smirk widening.

"Eh, screw 'em. If they wanted peace and quiet, they should've stayed in the Mojave shacks."

Rebecca laughed softly, but then her eyes sharpened.

"So, what's the plan today, big guy? We still need to deal with the Legion spies we heard about... unless you've got something else in mind."

Six glanced at the glowing numbers on his Pip-Boy—6:45 AM. It was early, but the Mojave never waited for anyone. His mind drifted to the things left undone: the spy network supposedly trying to infiltrate the town, some unfinished business with Boone, and the potential profits he could make now that Novac was starting to boom with trade.

"Guess we gotta keep this town in one piece."

Six muttered.

"The Legion's not going anywhere. We should make a preemptive move before they get too comfortable around here."

Rebecca snorted.

"You mean more punching slavers in the face? I'm in."

She sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed, not bothering to cover herself as she stretched her toned arms.

"I'm gonna grab a shower first. You better get ready too—got a feeling today's gonna be busy."

Six leaned back, watching her stroll toward the bathroom with a satisfied grin.

"Damn right, it will."

He muttered to himself.

After a quick rinse and some makeshift breakfast—leftover Nuka-Cola and some Squirrel-on-a-Stick from last night—Six suited up. His Riot gear armored rested on the chair by the window, his custom Desert Eagles slung within easy reach. Rebecca returned from the bathroom, already dressed in her Riot gear armored and fingerless gloves.

"You ready?"

She asked, tucking a knife into her boot.

"Always."

Six replied, holstering his pistols.

With the apartment door locked behind them, Six and Rebecca strode toward the bustling first floor of the Megabuilding. The space buzzed with life—a lively blend of settlers, traders, mercenaries, and scavengers trying to carve out a slice of survival. 'The constant chatter, clinking bottles, and bartering calls echoed off the walls. The community was still rough around the edges, but thanks to Six's leadership and the fortified defenses he'd put in place, it was starting to thrive.

Rebecca adjusted the strap of her Punisher, her sharp eyes scanning the crowd like a predator sniffing out prey.

"Alright."

She said, cracking her knuckles.

"Where do we start? Legion spies? Boone? Or should we pay a visit to the Crimson Caravan and see if they've got any juicy contracts?"

Six rubbed his chin thoughtfully, his mind already turning over possibilities.

"We find those spies first. They could be anywhere... but I've got a feeling they'll be keeping an eye on caravans passing through. Too easy to slip in that way."

Rebecca's lips curled into a mischievous grin.

"Guess it's time to make a mess again."

The Mojave was a merciless place, but they knew how to hit back twice as hard. With their Black Box Lie Detectors, it was only a matter of time before they flushed out any hidden Legion agents lurking in Novac.

They made their way toward the town gate, where caravans were unloading supplies. Guards stood watch, most looking weary from the road, but the flow of goods into town was steady. The traders gave the pair nods of recognition—Six's reputation carried weight here—but not everyone was so friendly. Among the crowd, some individuals avoided eye contact just a little too deliberately.

Rebecca nudged Six with her elbow.

"See that guy? Third from the left, near the Brahmin? Looks like he's trying not to piss himself."

Six's gaze followed hers, spotting the man fidgeting nervously.

"Yeah... looks like a good candidate."

They approached the man casually, Rebecca playing the good cop for now.

"Hey there."

She called out with a disarming grin.

"Mind if we ask you a couple of questions? Won't take long."

The man flinched but forced a smile.

"Uh... sure, what's this about?"

Six powered on the Black Box Lie Detector strapped to his wrist, the subtle hum lost in the bustle around them.

"Routine security."

He said smoothly.

"We've had a few Legion agents sniffing around. Just making sure everything's in order."

The man's face paled, but he nodded quickly.

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"Yeah... yeah, of course. I—I'm just a caravan guard. No Legion, I swear."

Buzz!

The detector gave a sharp, unmistakable sound—the man had lied.

Rebecca's grin widened.

"You wanna try that again? Or should I start cracking bones?"

The man's panic spilled over.

"Alright! Alright! Look, I'm not with them, okay? I just... passed some messages. That's all!"

Six leaned in, his voice low and dangerous.

"What kind of messages?"

The man gulped, beads of sweat forming on his brow.

"I was just supposed to tell them which caravans were carrying weapons. I didn't want to, but they... they threatened my family."

Buzz!

Six exchanged a glance with Rebecca. It wasn't the first time they'd heard that excuse, and it wouldn't be the last.

Rebecca sighed, already bored.

"You're gonna tell us everything. Every message, every contact, every detail. Got it?"

The man nodded frantically, spilling everything he knew about Legion operatives lurking in the shadows of Novac.

With the first spy apprehended and a wealth of intel in hand, Six felt a sense of grim satisfaction. The Black Box Lie Detectors had proven their worth—now it was time to think bigger. These machines would be more than a tool for rooting out Legion agents; they were going to become a defining feature of life in the Mojave.

Six's vision was clear: the Black Box systems would ensure law, order, and safety. From Goodsprings, Primm, and Nipton to Novac, every entrance gate, every courtroom, and every trade hub would be equipped with these lie detectors, creating a network of truth. No spy, thief, or saboteur would go unnoticed.

Rebecca leaned against a crate, spinning her pistol on her finger.

"So, what's next? Drop this rat off with Andy, or do we take him back to Goodsprings?"

Six folded his arms, thinking.

"We hand him to Ranger Andy—he knows how to handle the Legion. Once Ranger Andy has the full story, we'll send this guy to Goodsprings for trial."

Rebecca smirked.

"Another excuse to use those shiny new lie detectors, huh?"

Six chuckled.

"You know it. Once we set these things up everywhere, even the slimiest con artists will be forced to tell the truth."

With the idea taking shape, Six began drafting plans for a system that could span the Mojave: Every major settlement and travel route, including Goodsprings, Primm, and Nipton to Novac, would have Black Box checkpoints. All caravans, merchants, and travelers would pass through these security stations, ensuring safe trade and keeping enemy agents at bay.

Judges would no longer rely on hearsay or bribery. Any case brought before a town's authorities would run through the detectors, guaranteeing that the truth prevailed. Six knew this would attract law-abiding settlers—and deter conmen from operating anywhere near his sphere of influence.

Six made a mental note to coordinate with Ron's Brotherhood Chapter—the main military he has, as they have the manpower and tech-savvy to assist with setting up the detector network across key locations. The Crimson Caravan would also benefit from more secure trade zones, ensuring they'd back the plan.

Rebecca's voice cut through his thoughts.

"What about the NCR? Think they'll have a problem with us putting up checkpoints?"

Six smirked.

"If the NCR complains, we'll frame it as 'security assistance.' And treat the Black Box Lie Detecter as a random buzzard. They can either support us—or deal with even more chaos when Legion spies start slipping through their borders."

Rebecca shrugged, amused.

"Works for me. Less paperwork, more action."

With the spy gagged and bound, Six and Rebecca dragged him across the snowy street toward the giant Dinky the T-Rex statue, where Ranger Andy was chatting with Cliff Briscoe. Ranger Andy greeted them with a curt nod, his rifle slung across his back.

"We found a rat."

Rebecca said, nudging the prisoner forward.

"Turns out Ada's squealing about spies watching the caravans was dead on."

Ranger Andy's gaze darkened as he stared at the trembling spy.

"Good. I'll get what I need out of him."

Six gave Ranger Andy a firm pat on the shoulder.

"We'll let you handle the rest. Once you're done, we'll send him down to Goodsprings for trial. The lie detectors will make sure he doesn't leave anything out."

Ranger Andy nodded.

"Will do. Thanks for the heads-up."

As Ranger Andy led the prisoner away, Rebecca crossed her arms and tilted her head.

"So... what now? Crimson Caravan next? Help Boone? Or are we heading back to Goodsprings?"

Six grinned.

"We hit the Crimson Caravan. If they've got contracts, we take them. If not, we let them know that our trade routes are going to be the safest in the Mojave—and they'd better get on board."

Rebecca laughed.

"And if they don't?"

"They will."

Six's voice was cold, certain.

"Because they won't have a choice."

As they made their way toward the Crimson Caravan, Six couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The Black Box Lie Detectors weren't just gadgets—they were tools to shape the future. With these devices in place, truth would become a commodity, deception a dangerous game.

The Mojave was a harsh place, but Six was determined to make it his—and anyone trying to lie their way through his territory was going to learn the hard way that the truth was no longer optional.

Rebecca fell into step beside him, her grin wide and ready for whatever came next.

"You know, babe."

She said.

"I think this is the start of something beautiful."

Six gave her a sideways glance and smiled.

"Yeah. It's only just beginning."

Level: 19

NAME: Six VI

GENDER: MALE

STRENGTH: 25

PERCEPTION: 16

ENDURANCE: 35

CHARISMA: 17

INTELLIGENCE: 16

AGILITY: 20

LUCK: 18

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BARTER: 100