Lesley happily took the caps, she began to cross the main marketplace to the booth that rented the rooms to people when halfway across the floor she noticed a armor store and a nice mask. Going over to look at it she piled it up too feel it's weight and decided to get it. "There goes 50 caps" she mumbled to herself as she jostled the bag of caps in her pack. Finally reaching the booth she leaned on the counter and said "me and a friend need a room, it doesn't need to be big." To a ghoul in nicer clothes. "Sure thing smooth skin." He said in a gruff voice "that'll be 27 caps for the night" she said with a tap of his finger in the counter. Lesley tossed a small bad of 28 caps and got a key with the number 145 on it. "Huh..." she said slowing down as she noticed the number. Walking past Mr. White Lesley shouted "number 145" as she jangled the key in her fingers, the doorway of the hall making an echoed sound as she walked. [hider=New mask][img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/cc/30/46/cc3046e6dd7e0358191c20481a192401--tactical-helmet-post-apocalyptic.jpg[/img][/hider]

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