God damn it! Nothing here but empty nuka and sunset bottles and paperweights again. Go to New Phoenix they said, you'll strike it rich they said. If they meant strike rich with a giant horde of worthless junk, than I must be a fuckin' millionaire. Thanks to the NCR after their second victory at Hoover Dam seven years ago, Caesar's Legion has been diminished. Otherwise some legionaries would have strung me up on a crucifix to bake in the sun or have my skin crackle on a fucking tire fire. Well there ain't nothing here so I might as wel... what in the hell is that? It's big and shiny, could be a landmine to blow my face apart or some scrap metal that I could make a profit off. Well I'll be damned, a mini-safe. Might not have any caps, but if I find a gun or some pre-war money inside, this salvage might be worth my time. Shit, lost a bobby but got the safe to open up. Lucky day, twenty caps, a bundle of pre-war cash, and a 10mm pistol with some ammo and one in the chamber. Well this gas station is spent, time to head back to the house.
Could find a merchant on the way back and sell my wares. Couple geckos ahead, could get some hides to sell and maybe an egg or two to make myself a tasty omelet. Damn, missed and now they are charging right at me. Mother fuck, son of a bitch bit me! Well, let's see how my boom stick replies. Both down with a single coin-shot. Just about the only thing those Legion coins are good for now a days. It took a couple jabs to get the knife under the hide, a few splirts of blood here and there, but once the knife is underneath the hide, it goes through like butter. Once the dirty job is finished, all that are left are two bloody gecko carcasses left by the roadside.
Still bleeding from that gecko bite, nothing a good ol' stimpack and some bandages couldn't fix. What the fuck... oh shit! What the fuck are Legion remnants doing all the way out here! I thought after the NCR annexed New Phoenix the last of these enslaving bastards would retreat to the Great Pan Handle. Well they haven't seen me yet, if I stay behind these rocks they might mosey away without me becoming part of the lottery. I don't want to end up like those poor bastards at Nipton. Thank god Vulpes Inculta was put down by the Courier, the newest general to the NCR and veteran of the second battle of Hoover Dam.
Four hours, it took four fucking hours for them to leave. Goddamn legs are asleep for sitting here so long. Well, I still got a few more hours of sunlight to make my trek back to Savi and fall into a nice bed. Son of a, man my arms still hurt and sleeping legs don't help neither. Well the sun is to the West, the town is to the North, and this location was in the southwest from New Phoenix, so I should follow the *Click*
-"Put your hands behind your head."
-"Shit!" I'm getting jumped by someone and now I'm have a gun pointing at the back of my head. I can't even see if this a legionary or some prospector looking for a score.
-"Move an inch and I'll blow your head off faster than you can say sarsaparilla."
-"Wouldn't even try."
-"Alright wise ass, who are you and what are you doing out here?"
