((Collab Post between Madly33 and Letter Bee))

"Speaking of the Brotherhood..." Par spoke, "the fighting between them and the Enclave - I thought those lunatics were all wiped out in the Capital Wasteland - is disturbing the various raider gangs. Have there been any disturbances near Liberty Island?"

John's mind shot to what Aydon had been talking about, the raiders who had been looking the place up, figured they were planning an attack. "Yes actually, we have had some run ins with Raiders, never anything we couldn't handle. Although they are brutal." He said as they walked.

Par nodded, before saying:

"I'm ready to sell guns; mostly pistols and assault rifles, with a few carbines as well. Can you accompany me to where Mr. Bentsworth is?"

John pulled some water out from under his cloak and drank it while nodding. 
"I don't see that being a problem" He said quickly after his drink. "Purhaps I could even look at your goods" He said through a smile knowing that he was running low on ammo. Boring like that he was living so far, but the combination of raider attacks and radroach infestations he was short supplied.

Another nod, and they were off, with Par readying himself for his meeting with Liberty Island's guardian.

As they walked in to the main office in the head of the statue John stopped at the door, holding Par back. "Sir, new comers, some slaves from the corner." He said quickly. He looked forward at a man in a black suit sitting at a rather large wooden desk, pen in hand and cigar in the other, he scribbled quickly and moved it aside.

Bentsworth looked up from his desk and his blue eyes glimmered with curiosity "Yes, Yes come in." He said quickly as he stood up and straightened his tie.
"Names please" He questioned looking at Par.

"Paradise 'Par' Rapids of the Book Runners," Par said, before continuing:

"And I'm here to help you with your raider problem; we sell guns too, although if you're someone who appreciates the beauty of military manuals, well, so much the better."

Bentsworth looked at him again "Raider problem?" He said curiously looking at John.
John winced slightly and looked down sighing. [i]Damn it Aydon...[/i] He looked up again

"Yes, a Raider problem, we have noticed some groups looking at the outer walls, purhaps looking for a way in past the guards." He said quickly. Bentsworth moved over to a large guard to his left and whispered in his ear sending him off. 

"You are part of the Book Runners you say?" He said kindly and calmly sitting down. "I'm ashamed to say I've only heard faintly of your order." He looked over at John. "Please, inform the general of what you know" He nodded and John left.

"We mostly operate in Upstate New York," Par explained, "trading and rebuilding civilization in various small towns and cities. The largest city we've been through is Troy, where a lot of people from one of those Vaults live. They're nice, but a bit standoffish. Either way, we have a few decent arms factories, schools, farms, and hospitals where we live. We do have a problem with people deciding to enslave our customers and take them all the way to The Pitt." [i]Depopulation, another reason to hate slavery[/i], thought the man.

Bentsworth looked up "Troy? I haven't heard that in a while, had a station up there but as far as I knew they were all killed" he grabbed a piece of paper and began to write again quickly. as he paused from his writing "so this raider problem, what kind of guns shall you sell, I'm interesting, we must supply our men if there is to be an attack" 
 
Par smiled.
 
"Nothing too fancy, but we sell good Pistols, Carbines, and Assault Rifles. We also have several types of ammo, including armor-piercing rounds. That said, though, I can't sell [i]too[/i] many; I still need to defend myself." [i]Not to mention that I have to do a supply run soon.[/i] 
 
Bentsworth looked around "alright, I'll send you to my general, he can do business with you. And please, dont be a stranger" he said with a smile and went back to writing.