Jack finished his work and looked up, he saw a women sitting beside him a young women. She looked tired and worn out and the stench of chemicals on her, a chem user. He sighed and placed the laser rifle on his back, he'd heard about the drugs in the wasteland, learned how to make most of them to. His skills in science had allowed him to produce most of what he needed. This girl looked like he'd been doing them a long time, he heard some docs could flush the system and clean you out completely even remove the dependency, for enough caps. The other route was fixer dose's, that stuff was more expensive than the habit.

Sighing he looked at her, then check his caps, had about 800 on him. Mostly thanks to raiders he'd been taking out and the work he did around town, he was a weapons tech after all. Even rigged up some grenade out of Nuka cola for the town to use against the raiders. He looked over at Davis. "Add carton of fixer tablets, I'll buy." He looked over at the women and her gear, she'd be good fighter if he helped get the right weapons. "Consider it down payment miss, I'm looking for mercs, I believe you fit the bill quite nicely." He said as Davis returned her caps and Jack payed for the drink and tablets. "Names Jack Cobalt, Three Dog calls me the defender of the wastes. Former vault dweller and the man whose going to end the Enclave."