The Deal (Closed with Pyromxncer)
Vash pulled onto the road leading to the Citadel. It always made him nervous being this far into war boy territory. The boys were trigger happy, eager to die, and came by the thousands; all were traits that any smart buzzard knew to avoid. A good deal was a good deal though. He stopped when he saw other cars approaching. He kicked the compartment under his steering wheel to open it. This allowed easy access to a gun in case they made him disarm and things went wrong. Vash opened his door which let out a loud creak of age. Before stepping out he dug into the closed off back of his car for the scrap metal, wiring, and welding striker he intended to trade with them. The pieces were set down outside of the car along with his tarp. The buzzard strung the tarp in front of the car and set out the goods on it for display before perching between two spikes on the hood. He looked back to make sure he left his door open. The wastes taught a lot of things and setting up a quick escape was one of them.
