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"Ping-A-Ling" Asshead chirped in a rather affirmative sounding noise in response to Boss's demand. With the skill only a robot could posses A-H took off bobbing through the crowd as if he were simply taking a leisurely stroll on the town-Boss literally having to shove and push his way past the constantly shifting crowd to keep up. Making their way past what Boss assumed was a butcher shop they rounded the corner to what appeared to be a completely deserted alleyway.

Breathing a sigh of momentary relief Boss continued to follow the little droid down the alley; lighting a a new cigarette as they approached the exitway. Moments before turning onto a new street the little droid stopped-hovering in place for a few seconds before Boss finally snapped at him. "The hell are you doing? This supposed to be the safe place? I was picturing something more like a bar or shop or something-I dunno. Wait, why the fuck am I even talking to you?"

Wordlessly Asshead simply turned around and began bobbing back they way the pair had come from, a sight that not only confused Boss but slightly pissed him off. Maybe Jimbo had been telling the truth and this droid really was defective? Regardless Boss wasn't the type of man to just let 100 hard earned caps float off without a fight. "Hey! You ball of scrap! Get back here!" He angrily hollered as his now mute companion lead him straight into the thick of things; within moments Boss was doing his best to avoid laser and small arm fire alike-occasionally he'd even gun a man or woman down that tried engaging him. 

Thankfully the thick cloud of smoke around the area was working to Boss's advantage-his tough old world goggles and crappy scarf working just as well in the thick of the smoke as they did in the countless sandstorms he encountered back home. After gunning down a particularly friendly ghoul who'd hit Boss in the back with a pipe he was relieved to make out A-H bobbing in place in the not to far distance-the renegade droid dealing out far more damage on the attacking crowds then any normal eyebot could plausibly do. It looked like, if Boss could see correctly, that his robot "friend" was in fact gunning down any attacker not in red. Following Assheads que Boss made his way through the piles of dead bodies and broken debris before stumbling upon a small group of Red coated men and a slightly dammaged Mr. Gutsy unit. Boss also noted the one man not wearing red; something was different or important about him-seeing as the redcoats stood next to him like a comrade. 

Still hiding his features behind his scarf and goggles Boss appeared to the group from seemingly out of nowhere; his figure emerging through the thick smoke finally becoming visible when he was well within talking distance. Still, the sight of the now blood covered gun clutching goggle wearing mad man was enough to give anyone reason to shoot him on the spot-perhaps the reason he wasn't immediately gunned down was because on appearance Asshead let out an extremely loud and (happy?) chirp.

"Does anyone in this fucking place speak English?!" Boss roared at the group of strangers as if that were a more pressing concern then the countless rioters. It was clear that whatever the hell Boss was he was no Revolutionist.