Chapter Text
Chapter 1: Prologue
September 30th, 10:55 a.m.
"Alright, fine, Kaylee. I believe you. But why are we here?"
"..."
"... You want to arrest him."
"I want us to arrest him."
"Are you kidding me?'
"I'm afraid not."
"You want me to arrest him?"
"Us."
"Do you realize what kind of target that would put on my back? This time next week, I could be dead, like, grabbed in the middle of the night, driven out some place where no one can hear me screaming, and then I get chopped to pieces and then I get fed to the fishes! I'd be looking over my shoulder for the rest of my life. Jesus Christ, Kaylee, if what you said was true, there's enough evidence for them to arrest you, too!"
"No, they won't."
"No? How do you figure that?'
"Because after we bring him in, I'm turning myself in."
"…"
"…"
"… Are you serious?"
"..."
"... You're serious."
"..."
"Okay, then. Why not arrest him yourself? He's just an old man in a nursing home. Dude needs help changing his diapers. What's there to be afraid of?"
"I need backup. And you're the only one I trust."
"... Really?"
"Yes."
"..."
"..."
"Okay. Fine. I'll do it. You stay here. I'll be right back with an old fart in cuffs."
"Not a chance. You're my backup. You'd screw it up somehow."
"Heh. When you're right, you're right. Lead the way, Ironsides."
Officers Kaylee Ehemantraut and Frye Berger exited their patrol vehicle and crossed the parking lot, barely glancing at the bright, amateurly painted mural of an overly cartoonish yellow sunrise, passing the smiling cardboard cutout of the Blue Badger, who waved at them as they walked through the automatic sliding doors of Sunrise Springs Assisted Living Facility. The glass doors slid shut behind them.