[color=aba000][u][b]Steve Cooper - Evening [/b][/u][/color]

Rabbit waved her hand dismissively while her mouth was full of water. Then she turned to look at Steve again. “No…I’m going home.” She looked down at the mangled corpse. “Looks like you get to clean up after yourself after all.” She gave a half-smile and trekked back home.

“Nah... I’ll leave it for the hotel’s robot, probably the only thing those general atomics trashcans are good at.” Steve replied before turning back to the raider corpses “Probably should give one to the doc though.” He muttered to himself with rabbit a good distance away now. 

Before that however Steve partook in the long standing tradition of looting the people you kill! or well watch being killed in this case. Searching the raider corpses Steve was able to find a handful of bullets, a small bag of drugs and a pair of semi-decent boots.

[i]
Should give these to fly girl hehe[/i]

Finding nothing else of value (or alteast to Steve) he stood back up and strung the rifle he’d taken earlier around his back before picking up the raider corpse that rook had punched in the face. Although the raider's face was managed to hell compared to the other raiders this one had lost very little blood and whose body was perfectly intact, making him ideal "candidate" for a blood/organ bag.  

With the (mostly) fresh raider corpse over his shoulder Steve slowly walked back into the town and towards the clinic. Pasting the diner along the way he noticed Rabbit had put her overcoat back on and that the doctor was there, chatting to hotshot and the guy who had been on the horse earlier on.

Walking by Betty called out to him “Hey Steve some harlots where here earlier on looking for you, I sent them to that your club.” 

“Thanks B-Bomb.” Steve replied before calling out to the doctor “Hey doc I found you a blood bag, I’ll leave 
them at the clinic for you.”

Making his way past the diner Steve entered the church and put the raider corpse down on one of the empty pew benches. With any luck the doctor should be able to get 2 maybe 3 prints of blood out of the raider's corpse. 

[i]Some use may come from the punk 
[/i]

Leaving the church Steve heading back to the pleasure den where very loud “grunting” and "moans" seemlying of pleasure could be heard coming from up stairs

“Hey Steve-o” Johnny, who was reading the diamond city newspaper behind the front desk called out “some more girls showed up apparently they saw your sign?  Either way I’ve already got them working up stairs, some caravan boss hired them both for the whole night.”

“Dirty bastard” Steve chuckled “but we need people like them to spread the word about this place so make sure he get’s A-grade service.” 

“Already handled but I was thinking perhaps we should get a radio ad too?  That gun store has an ad on there so why not us? Maybe get one in newspaper too” 

“Good idea but the town got attacked by raiders today so I’m gonna help out on defences first... no point building up the PD if some punks are just gonna burn it down.” Steve replied as he headed for the basement “call me if you need anything.” 

“will do” Johnny stated as he turned back to reading the newspaper "looks like those gunner guys got beaten."

[i]beaten by a bunch of farmers.. shameful disgrace of an merc company... [/i]

The basement of the pleasure den had not been cleaned out and was cluttered with various pieces of furniture, clothing and spare/scrap pieces & tools which they had cleaned out from the shops and (for now) dumped down here but in the centre of room there was a small, cleaned out space with a wooden table in the middle. 

[i]Time to build a turret... 

[/i]Swallowing a mentat pill Steve picked up a sew machining that had come from the tailor shop and began to use it and various spare/scrap parts laying around the room to build an motor for the turret. 

[i]Motor, power supply, legs, gun, and then targeting system[/i]