章 395: 363. The Trial Of The Broker
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With that, the crowd let out a unified cheer—an expression not of joy, but of release, as they felt a heavy burden begin to lift from their collective shoulders. Goodneighbor was finally free.
Sico turned back toward the crowd, his gaze steady as he addressed the people of Goodneighbor one last time. "Today, justice is set in motion, but it is not yet done. The Broker will face his judgment tomorrow, as a reminder of what this city stands for and the strength we share." He let his words hang in the air, then looked over at the prison guard standing at attention near the Broker.
"Take him back to his cell," Sico ordered, his tone calm but resolute. "Ensure he is secured and that no one, under any circumstances, has access to him." The guard nodded and led the Broker away, who went reluctantly, his face pale as he glanced back at the crowd that had once been in the palm of his hand. His smirk had vanished completely, replaced by a haunted look as he disappeared into the shadows of the prison.
As the crowd dispersed, their emotions still raw, Sico pulled Hancock and Robert aside, his expression turning serious. "Hancock, Robert," he said, "we need to make sure the stage is prepared, and that every detail is managed to keep tomorrow as orderly as possible. The people deserve closure, but we can't let this become a chaotic spectacle."
Hancock gave a quick nod, his usual carefree smirk absent. "I've got contacts who can gather supplies for the scaffold," he replied, his voice steady. "It'll be built right at the heart of the square—no one will be able to miss it. Goodneighbor deserves to see what happens to those who try to tear it apart from within."
Robert, his face reflecting a rare gravity, nodded as well. "I'll oversee the construction. I'll make sure everything's secure and that we have people watching throughout the night to prevent any sabotage. The Broker's influence may be broken, but he's still got loyalists hiding in the shadows."
Sico gave them both a nod of gratitude. "Good. The last thing we need is for him to escape or for someone to make a scene in his name." He looked over the square, envisioning the scaffold standing as a symbol of Goodneighbor's unity and resilience. This execution wasn't just punishment—it was a declaration of the city's resolve.
Hancock placed a hand on Sico's shoulder, his gaze intense. "I'll stay with the workers tonight," he said. "No one's getting near that stage unless I've cleared them. We'll build it sturdy, and we'll build it fast."
With a nod, Sico turned to Fahrenheit and Preston, who had been watching the exchange with their own resolve. "Fahrenheit," he said, "I need you to double the patrols in Goodneighbor. We don't know if any of the Broker's allies will try something before the execution. Keep an eye on the entrances, and make sure the guards are armed and ready for anything."
Fahrenheit's gaze was cold and unwavering. "Consider it done, Sico. No one's slipping through our defenses. We've worked too hard to let someone sabotage tomorrow."
Preston shifted uncomfortably, but his respect for Sico and the others was evident in his expression. "I'll help organize patrol routes and coordinate with the Minutemen near Goodneighbor," he said, his voice tinged with reluctance but a deep sense of duty. "We'll make sure the streets are safe, and I'll brief every patrol on the need for vigilance."
"Thank you, Preston," Sico replied. "I know this isn't easy for you, but we're grateful to have you stand by us in this."
Preston gave a quiet nod, his eyes reflecting both the weight of the decision and his commitment to upholding the safety of Goodneighbor. "I may not agree with this path, but I trust your judgment, Sico. And I'll do everything I can to keep these people safe."
Sico placed a hand on Preston's shoulder, offering a reassuring look. "We're doing this together, Preston. Every single one of us is fighting for a better Goodneighbor, and that means making hard choices." He paused, glancing back at the prison where the Broker was being held. "Let's stay vigilant tonight. We've come this far; we can't afford any slip-ups now."
With a final nod to his companions, Sico left them to their duties, watching as Hancock and Robert moved toward the workers who were already gathering materials for the scaffold, while Fahrenheit and Preston discussed patrol routes and assignments. The square slowly emptied, but there was an air of anticipation that lingered, as though the city itself was holding its breath.
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The following hours passed in a blur of coordinated effort and preparation. Under Hancock's watchful eye, the scaffold began to take shape, its beams rising against the darkening sky. Workers moved swiftly, hammering boards and securing ropes with a determination that reflected the shared resolve of Goodneighbor's people. Hancock remained with them, watching every detail, while Robert made rounds, ensuring the structure was solid and strong.
Meanwhile, Fahrenheit doubled the number of patrols through the city, stationing guards at each entrance and setting up regular checkpoints. She instructed each guard to stay alert, keeping a close eye on anyone who seemed out of place. The streets of Goodneighbor, often filled with chatter and lively exchanges, were now hushed and guarded, a clear reminder of the gravity of what lay ahead.
Preston took to organizing smaller patrols along the outskirts, coordinating with the Minutemen to monitor any unusual movements near Goodneighbor. Though he still held reservations, his dedication to keeping the city safe was unwavering. He spoke to each patrol personally, impressing upon them the need for vigilance and reminding them that the people of Goodneighbor were counting on their protection.
As night fell, Sico made his rounds, checking on each of his companions' progress and offering words of encouragement. He saw the scaffold rising in the square, standing as a stark reminder of the decision they had all made. He felt the weight of the choice pressing on him but reminded himself that this was a necessary step for the future of Goodneighbor.
When he finally returned to the central square, Sico found Hancock and Robert overseeing the final touches on the scaffold. They turned as he approached, nodding with satisfaction.
"It's ready," Robert said, his tone carrying a mix of exhaustion and pride. "Tomorrow, this city will have the closure it needs."
Hancock crossed his arms, his expression grim. "Goodneighbor has seen its fair share of threats, but the Broker… he was a different kind of poison. This will remind everyone that we don't stand for betrayal."
Sico nodded, his gaze fixed on the scaffold. "You've both done well. This isn't easy, but tomorrow, Goodneighbor can finally breathe free."
They stood in silence for a moment, each of them lost in thought as they stared at the scaffold, the symbol of the justice they were about to serve. The weight of the decision hung in the air, but they knew it was necessary for the safety and future of their people.
As he left the square, Sico met with Fahrenheit and Preston, who were finishing their final patrol assignments. Fahrenheit gave a sharp nod as he approached. "We're set. Every entrance, every street—we're covered. If anyone tries anything, they won't get far."
Preston looked at Sico, his face lined with both fatigue and determination. "The patrols are ready. We'll keep a close watch through the night and tomorrow. The people deserve to see justice without fear of disruption."
Sico placed a hand on both of their shoulders, a silent acknowledgment of their hard work and dedication. "Thank you. All of you have done more than I could've asked. Tomorrow, we bring closure, and Goodneighbor starts a new chapter."
With that, he dismissed them, watching as Fahrenheit and Preston went off to join their patrols. The night in Goodneighbor was silent but charged, as though the entire city was bracing itself for the dawn. Sico stood alone in the square for a moment, the scaffold looming in the dim light, a final reminder of the choice they had made.
In the quiet of the night, Sico whispered to himself, "Tomorrow, Goodneighbor will be free."
The morning of the Broker's trial dawned cold and gray, as if the weather itself shared in the solemnity of the day. The people of Goodneighbor gathered in the square early, crowding around the platform that stood at the center of it. Their expressions were a mix of anger, anticipation, and sorrow as they prepared to witness the city's final judgment against the man who had once manipulated, threatened, and terrorized their home.
On the scaffold, Sico stood at the forefront, his gaze moving steadily over the crowd. To his right stood Hancock, with his normally lively face now set in an uncharacteristically grim expression, while Robert was on his left, arms folded, scanning the crowd for any signs of trouble. Each of them wore expressions that spoke of the weight of what they were about to do—this wasn't a decision any of them had taken lightly.
At the edges of the crowd, Fahrenheit and Preston coordinated their teams, overseeing a vigilant patrol around the square. The additional guards stationed at each entrance to the square watched for any potential disruptions, their eyes sharp and focused. Fahrenheit, her jaw clenched with determination, made rounds between the guards, reminding them to stay alert. Preston's gaze was equally serious as he moved through the crowd, ensuring order and speaking in low tones to any Minutemen positioned throughout the crowd. He understood the volatile energy that hung in the air—one wrong move could shift the crowd's mood from silent anger to chaos.
Sico gave a brief nod to Hancock and Robert, signaling that it was time. They returned the nod, their expressions growing even more resolute. The air was thick with tension, and the crowd grew silent as the guards moved toward the prison to retrieve the Broker. Every pair of eyes in the square focused on the stage, as the people of Goodneighbor prepared to see the man who had caused them so much suffering face his final reckoning.
It wasn't long before the guards reemerged, the Broker in their custody. Shackled and flanked on either side, he was led through the square, his once-arrogant swagger replaced by an expression of thinly veiled fear. The crowd parted to make way, but their eyes were filled with condemnation. Some whispered curses under their breath; others simply watched him pass, their gazes hard and unyielding.
As the guards led the Broker up the steps to the scaffold, Sico stepped forward, his gaze cold as he regarded the man who had once used his cunning and influence to sow fear and chaos throughout Goodneighbor. Hancock's eyes were fixed on the Broker with a look of fierce satisfaction, while Robert's face held a deep, unspoken contempt. The Broker glanced at them, his lips pressed tightly together, as if searching for any remaining sympathy—yet he found none.
With a quiet nod, Sico signaled to the guards, who positioned the Broker at the center of the platform, his hands and feet still bound. One guard stood to his right, the other to his left, ensuring that there would be no last-minute escape.
Sico raised a hand, calling for silence once more. The murmur of the crowd faded, leaving a tense, almost oppressive quiet as he began to speak.
"People of Goodneighbor," he said, his voice strong and steady, carrying across the square, "we stand here today not for vengeance, but for justice. The Broker is a man who thrived on the suffering and vulnerability of others, who manipulated and threatened those who had nowhere else to turn. Today, we bring his actions to an end, for the safety and peace of all who call this city home."
He let his words settle over the crowd, and in the heavy silence that followed, a murmur of agreement rippled through the people. Their eyes remained locked on the Broker, their expressions unyielding.
Hancock stepped forward, his voice rough but filled with conviction. "Goodneighbor has always been a place for those with nowhere else to go. But the Broker used that, twisted it, and turned this city into his playground of fear. That ends today." His gaze bore into the Broker, who shifted uncomfortably, his arrogance nowhere to be found.
Robert followed, his voice solemn and resolute. "He has destroyed lives, torn apart families, and used every advantage to bring harm to our community. We are here to ensure that no one else suffers because of him. Today, we stand united in our commitment to protect Goodneighbor."
The crowd's tension heightened, their anticipation palpable. Even the guards maintained a firm, unyielding presence, prepared for any outburst that might arise.
Sico turned to the Broker, his gaze unyielding. "The people of Goodneighbor have spoken. You have manipulated and terrorized this city for too long. But today, we reclaim our home, free from your shadow."
At that moment, Preston and Fahrenheit, still vigilant, exchanged a glance from their positions on opposite sides of the square, acknowledging the gravity of the moment. Fahrenheit's patrol kept watch, their weapons at the ready, while Preston's Minutemen ensured that no one would interfere with the proceedings.
The Broker looked from Sico to the crowd, his face pale, sweat beading on his forehead. Whatever smug confidence he had clung to before was gone, leaving only fear in its place. His mouth opened as if to speak, but he found no words.
Without further delay, Sico nodded to the executioner—a burly, grim-faced man stationed beside the platform. The man stepped forward, placing the noose around the Broker's neck and tightening it. The Broker's breathing quickened, and he clenched his jaw, but he was unable to stop the slight tremor in his hands.
Sico addressed the crowd one final time. "Let this be a reminder to all who might try to harm Goodneighbor: we are strong, we are united, and we will not tolerate threats against our home." He paused, letting the weight of his words settle over the people. "Today, we reclaim our peace."
With that, Sico gave the executioner a nod, and the lever was pulled.
The scaffold's mechanism creaked, and the Broker dropped, his body going limp as the noose did its work. The crowd watched in silence, a mix of grim satisfaction and solemnity in their expressions. There were no cheers, no triumphant cries—only a quiet, somber acknowledgment that justice had been served.
After a moment, Sico looked back at the people of Goodneighbor. "It is done. This city is now free of his influence. Let's remember this day not as one of violence, but as a turning point—a step toward the future we all deserve."
The crowd remained silent, absorbing his words, before slowly dispersing. Many wore expressions of relief, as though a weight they had carried for too long had finally been lifted.
As the square emptied, Sico joined Hancock, Robert, Fahrenheit, and Preston, each of them sharing a look of shared purpose and quiet understanding. They knew the scars left by the Broker's reign would take time to heal, but today marked the beginning of that process.
Hancock clapped a hand on Sico's shoulder. "Goodneighbor owes you, Sico. We all do."
Sico nodded, his expression resolute. "This was something we did together. Goodneighbor stands because its people stand together."
With one last look at the scaffold—a symbol of the city's resolve—they turned to walk away, each of them knowing that Goodneighbor would move forward from this day stronger and more united than ever before.
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• Name: Sico
• Stats :
S: 8,44
P: 7,44
E: 8,44
C: 8,44
I: 9,44
A: 7,45
L: 7
• Skills: advance Mechanic, Science, and Shooting skills, intermediate Medical, Hand to Hand Combat, Lockpicking, Hacking, Persuasion, and Drawing Skills
• Inventory: 53.280 caps, 10mm Pistol, 1500 10mm rounds, 22 mole rats meat, 17 mole rats teeth, 1 fragmentation grenade, 6 stimpak, 1 rad x, 6 fusion core, computer blueprint, modern TV blueprint, camera recorder blueprint, 1 set of combat armor, Automatic Assault Rifle, 1.500 5.56mm rounds, power armor T51 blueprint, Electric Motorcycle blueprint, T-45 power armor, Minigun, 1.000 5mm rounds, Cryolator, 200 cryo cell, Machine Gun Turret Mk1 blueprint, electric car blueprint, Kellogg gun, Righteous Authority, Ashmaker, Furious Power Fist, Full set combat armor blueprint, M240 7.62mm machine guns blueprint, Automatic Assault Rifle blueprint, and Humvee blueprint
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