I mean, I suspected he wanted them for parts but what I was seeing was almost scary. The dude just started eviscerating these poor guns in front of me. You know, weird as it was most of my brain was doing cartwheels of joy for what was surely the sale of the week, which is when it got weird. Damn thing was full to the brim with caps! There had to be a hundred thousand of the damn things in there! While I’m still trying process what I’m seeing and wondering what could compel a man to travel with that much money on hand in the wasteland he scoops up the owed caps and hands them over to me with a big smile on his face. Total came to well over 5000 caps but to my surprise he didn’t barter or anything just smiled and opened up that big fucking sack he had. Whatever, let em do what makes them happy, probably wanted them for parts or something. Like he wanted those piece of junk guns that might break after 10 shots and not only was he excited but he wanted all of them. He started buying up a bunch of my ammo and curiously a lot of guns.
Well anyway, he walks up to my makeshift shop and looking over what I had and gets really excited for some reason. It was still early when he showed up, looked like any number of Mercs with the exception of a particularly nice rifle and this enormous sack he carried with him. Woke up, ate breakfast, laid out my wares and lite up a smoke ready to start my day of trading. The day of the most surreal transaction of my life started like any other.
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