Martin Vickers
Pachirisu Gijinka
Big Bob's General Store, Rustwall City
Affected RPers: @Noblejanobii @Flowey

It was risky, but Martin was considering bartering the 10mm pistol and all of the ammo he had for it to at least make headway toward getting his share of the 250 cap debt needed for Xie's operation. In the meantime, he needed to find Terri Phay, the manaphy gijinka. Xie's description of him would help a lot when asking around, but it was still unknown what direction he took from Vault 110. If he had left months before her, he could be anywhere by now, but he was hoping some way or another, they'd find a lead.

After meeting Taylor, the objective now was to find a general store that would be willing to barter goods for caps. Martin still wasn't very familiar with Rustwall City, but he was almost certain they could find a place like that.

Martin decided to lead the way through town to find any place that might be willing to trade for caps. He was pretty sure the 10mm pistol and the three dozen rounds he had for it was an item that someone was bound to want. In fact, he really didn't like the idea of giving it up, but he needed something to pay for Xie's treatments.

Eventually, he found a store that was called Big Bob's. It was made up of the same rusty metal sheets that the rest of the town was made up of, but he decided to walk on in and see what he could get out of what he owned.

Like most of the wasteland stores, all of the merchandise was used and definitely not in mint condition. Some of it was in better shape than others, but in general, everything was pretty much less than pre-war garage sale quality and condition. Martin had decided to go up to the counter and encountered the store owner himself, a heavy-set, grizzled bearded man in his early 40s. Martin could still from the look in his eyes that he wasn't here to make friends. Haggling cap value might be difficult, but he figured he could try his best.

"I have some items to trade for caps," Martin told him, getting straight to business as he could tell from the man's composure, he didn't want small talk to waste his time. "10mm pistol, three dozen rounds. Only fired a few times, good working condition."

"We test fire all firearms to make sure of that," Bob told him. "What else do you have?"

Martin emptied out the remainder of his belongings, including the last few pieces of jewelry and electronic equipment he found back in the ruins of Sunnydale Town. He felt a slight unsettling feeling about just handing all of the things he had spent the last few days obtaining, but if he didn't do this, Xie was in big trouble.

"170 for everything," Bob offered.

"The pistol is a guaranteed sale with markup," Martin countered. "I'm certain you'll definitely sell it to someone else in this city within the next three days, if not today. As for the jewelry, you might need to hold it in stock for a little longer until someone with big pockets comes along, but someone eventually will. And the electronic equipment barely takes up any space. There's enough people out there that would need the components for whatever project they have going on. So I'm curious as to how you got to only 170 caps."

"Listen, kid, I don't like hagglers," Bob replied, giving him a glare. "170."

"200," Martin counter-offered. "I doubt it benefits either of us if I need to check out prices for whatever else is around town."

Bob sighed, realizing Martin wasn't going to make this easy. And as he thought to himself, he was definitely right about the 10mm pistol. He knew that if he came across Tanner's in downtown Rustwall, he might go with his deal instead and he'd end up losing out on the pistol, which was in near-mint condition. That alone he might be able to resell for 200 to the right buyer if he marketed it correctly.

"Fine, kid, here," Bob replied, putting 200 caps into a bag. "I don't know who you are, but don't make this a regular thing. It's annoying."

"Thank you, sir," Martin smiled politely.

"Yeah, yeah," Bob replied, brushing him away. "Go on now."

With that done, Martin had most of the money needed for Xie. There was just that matter of securing the last fifty caps. He could try to find someone in town that might need a job done, which for fifty caps wouldn't be too difficult.