Vault City is a nice place to be, if you were born there. Otherwise it make the deepest shithole look like paradise. A bigger group of smug, arrogant bastards does not exist in this world. They consider 'outworlders' to be only slightly above animals. The only reason they say they don't have slavery is because you can't enslave animals.
Ah, Rob's name. Look what you've made me do. This is my favourite table too. Now all the blood stains are coming out. Leave it. We're just going to smear it around. Where was I? Vault City, right. Well, Vault City was divided into two sections, the Inner City and the Courtyard. The palaces and the slums. The mansion and the slave house. You get the idea. The only people allowed in the Inner City were the citizens. Outlanders had to cool their heels in the Courtyard, part slums, part prison, part fishbowl.
'Prisoners'
The line to get into Vault City was half a mile long, winding around the city like a giant piece of human shit. Talking was forbidden, eating and drinking were forbidden, and Rob help you if you started a fight. On bad days the guards would randomly send people to the back of the line. Most days were bad days. Thankfully Vic had a deal with a couple guards, so managed to slip through with relatively little fuss. The people standing in the line didn't look very surprised. I doubt that Vic was the only one who had deals with the guards.
I immediately sought out the nearest bar in that dump. Dealing with the citizens of Vault City had left a bad taste in my mouth. They make the fanatics in the NCR look like calm and reasonable people. I would tell you some of the shit that they like to spew in their pamphlets, but I would probably choke on my own bile. Where's my drink? Oh, right.
The bar I entered was owned by a man named John Cassidy. He drank like a cow, swore like a sailor and talked like he had a mouth full of marbles. Err... Have you ever seen one of those Wild West dramas from before the war? Well Cassidy looked like he'd stepped out of one and was pissed as hell that he did. Cassidy had a special place in his heart for Vault City. I talked to him for all of five seconds before he started bashing the citizens. They had raided his bar, drove away his customers and fined him for selling real whisky, despite having a permit. He was forced by the citizens to by his booze at inflated prices from a merchant who regularly watered down the stuff ten times over. The only reason he was in "That shithole place of a devil's colon" was due to his weak heart, and Vault City was the only place that could treat him, if he had the money. It took me all of five seconds to convince him to join my little party.
Cassidy gave us the royal tour of the Courtyard, by which I mean he pointed out which businesses were still solvent. Thankfully Ed's Brahmin breeding business was still among them. You see when Ed was young he herded Brahmin from Vault City to Modoc to, um... Redding. Or was it the Den? Crap, can't remember. Eventually he ended back in Vault City to start it all over again. Eventually he got tired of being shot at and decided to settle in Vault City. Now somewhere along that route he picked up a whole lot of crap from Vault 13. He was kind enough to input his route onto my Pip-boy, in case I felt like going on a wild goose chase. He also pointed out that the computer system in Vault City should know the location of Vault 13. The Vaults needed the directions for some reason or another. Probably to get into contact when they left them.
'She had the directions backwards - E.D.'
The only flaw in Ed's plan was getting access to Vault City's computers. Needless to say, they were in the Inner City, and only a citizen could access them. Legally getting citizenship was possible, but you. Wait. I lied. If you paid through the nose you could purchase a day pass to get into the Inner City. But as I was saying, you had a better chance of fighting a Deathclaw barehanded than completing the citizenship test. The test was so hard only the people who made it could pass, and even then just barely.
Luckily corruption is a way of life for a citizen. For less than two 10mm pistol clips you could become a citizen. I managed to talk the idiot down to 150 bucks. Took me all of five seconds to realize how to blackmail the poor sap too. He'd signed the thing out in full, so I had all the evidence I needed. Knowing the guards of Vault City I'd probably get arrested too, but your average citizen would bend over backwards if he ever thought he'd loss his citizenship, sometimes literally. I left the poor sap with the sounds of Cassidy's laughter ringing in my ears. That old fart was laughing so hard I was afraid he'd have a heart attack.
'Cassidy took this shot. I'm surprised he managed to get such a good picture. - T.A.'
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