Crickets chirped nearby, as a fire crackled, spreading warmth out to the cold desert. A relatively tall man, dressed in a fine checkered suit slightly smirked as he continued to puff at the cigarette he held in his right hand.
A person on the ground, with their hands and feet bound up slightly woke up, as they heard a man tell the man dressed in the fine suit, "You got what you were after, so pay up."
The checkered suit man scoffed, "Your crying in the rain, pally." Another voice caught the now conscious person who attempted to free their hands from their binds to no avail, "Guess who's waking up over here?"
The man smoking his cigarette sighed, taking one last hit as he threw his tobacco stick on the ground and stamped on it. The leader in the checkered suit of the mercenaries sighed as he walked towards the bound person, "Time to cash out."
The demanding mercenary behind the smoker who moved closer spoke up again, "Will you just get it over with?" The man raised his hand, not accepting the mercenary's bullshit. "Maybe Kahn's kill people without looking em' in the face."
He slightly looked back at the Kahn, before lowering his finger raised and stared back at the soon to be dead person on the ground, "But I ain't a fink, dig?"
The checkered suited man growled slightly to himself about this Kahn testing his patience as he looked at a Great Kahn mercenary near the tied up individual. "Take the bag off their head."
The Great Kahn tribal nearest to the tyed up individual did as told, and ripped the bag off that was wrapped around the poor victims head. "Wowee baby, you're quite the card." The man in the checkered suit said with a grin as he slowly sighed out, pulling a chip out of his pocket.
"You've made your last delivery kid." The checkered man said becoming more serious in the way he spoke, his eyes staring into her soul clearly seeing the person, with her long blonde hair, dark blue eyes and pale skin was a rather young woman indeed. Too young to die by his hand, but the man had a plan and he had to cross every T and dot every I.
He slipped the chip back in his coat pocket, as he continued to speak, hand remaining in coat. "Sorry you got twisted up in this scene."
The man slipped out a beautiful ivy laced and clean pistol from his jacket, the golden trigger slightly shining in the moonlight. The man held the handgun out pointing to his side as he remained well composed, and purely business.
"From where you're kneeling, it must seem like an eighteen karat run of bad luck." The man finished as he stared down at his handgun. He slowly lifted the handgun up, as the barrel stared down at the woman tied up on the ground.
"Truth is... the game was rigged from the start." The man finished as he went to squeeze the trigger, the woman closing her eyes quickly awaiting her death.
When her imminent death never came seconds later, she slowly opened her eyes. "What.." the woman quietly whispered, as she looked up and saw the man standing before her, a look of puzzlement on his face.
"Wait." The man holding his handgun said with a frown as he lost his business like composure. He slowly turned around, his ears fully hearing what he thought they were hearing
"What in the god damn?" The man quietly muttered, thinking his eyes were deceiving him. The woman slowly crawled on the ground to look out over the hill they were on, noticing the graveyard was no longer there, her planned grave at least.
"Huh.." the tied up woman quietly mumbled as she saw the same thing the man saw. The man quietly tucked his pistol back into his jacket, as he said what was on his mind, "What in the god ring a ding damn...?"
New Vegas wasn't there, more so more was now added on to the once walled up city. There were cars moving back and forth across the major interstate in and out of the large lit up city for miles, as all the casinos and buildings in the city were now alive. The man was frowning, as he had an air of worry in the pit of his stomach, "Oh no."
"Let me go, now." The woman demanded, her eyes staring at the man angrily, as the checkered man scoffed and slightly chuckled. "I don't think we're in New Vegas anymore, baby. I think you'll be fine tied up."