This is completely made up. Does not happen in-game.
Words Of A Dying Man
The courier left the suspicious town of Nelson after spending only a few hours of her time there being - what Jeanie May Crawford said - of no help to the residents.
Enome decided she didn't like the bitter woman - or the grungy, rundown town. If it were to be called a town, she thought.
She was taveling in the dark, just passing the Repcon sight, heading towards Boulder City, when she heard a very faint groan. She paused her walking and grabbed her 9mm and started to look around. She started walking again after a few moments, heading off of the trail.
Maybe it's just a feral ghoul, she thought. There has been a lot of them around here.
She heard the pitiful groaning again, this time closer. Her eye-brows furrowed as she inched her way closer to a jumble of rocks. Once close enough, she pressed herself against the rocks and expertly started to move around them. She held her pistol to her side, ready to shoot if the thing leaped at her from the side.
She rounded the heap of red rocks to find a severely beaten obvious Legionary man
Her blue eyes grew wide at the sight. The man groaned again and hesitantly Enome knelt down beside him to examine his injuries.
Telling by the medium sized crimson stain which shone in the moonlight - hard to tell with his helmet on - she concluded he must be suffering a devistating blunt force hit to the head. She looked over the mans arms and legs. They were bruised and most of them bleeding. She also suspected he was paralized from the waste down.
As gently as Enome could, she asked. "Who did this to you?"
He groaned and gurgled, but from it Enome picked up the barely audible word; "...courier..."
Confused, she frowned and said. "I did nothing."
The Legionary barely shook his head and continued to talk through the pain. "Need...to say...something..."
Enome felt compelled to listen to this poor dieing man. She gently rested her hand on the man's shoulder. "Go on." She murmured gently.
The man coughed, blood spitting out of his mouth and staining the bandanna that wrapped around his face. Though his words were garbled to hell, Enome again heard him saying: "...V-Vulpes...he's a...tr-"
At that point, the man yelled in agony and clutched his chest, his back arching only slightly. Enome quickly pulled away from the man and watched him lie flat and die.
She blinked her eyes, then narrowed them. Vulpes? Was he at Nipton? It must be him... She thought, standing up. Out of a strange respect, she did not loot the body as usual, but instead starting walking away towards the main road.
What was that all about? What's is Vulpes? What's he about? Multiple questions invaded Enome's mind and she found herself weary to travel any further that night.
Despite the weariness, she walked a good distance away from the dead Legionary and the many ghouls before setting up her sleeping cot.
All she could do was ponder the previous events. True, stranger things had happened, but she had a feeling something wasn't right.
If only he could have continued! I haven't a clue what he could have been saying, she thought dishearteningly.