Somewhere in a desert towards Mojave
Enclave might have been destroyed, yet some loose ends must be done. The desert is awful and hot. He doesn't understand the appeal of it. Those cowboys movies he watched exaggarating a lot of things
It took him a six months to track this eyebot.
Yes, the eyebot who are now sighted on his scope—ready to be picked by his trusty sniper rifle.
Weird, the eyebot seems to be enjoying itself some music. No matter, he just need to pull the trigger.
And boom!
Wow, it's tough as hell. it didn't even go down in one hit. Well, one more shot then.
Boom!
It's started to fall. Nice, one more round he can return back to Capital Wasteland, enjoying his cozy home in Megaton. He really missed Wadsworth.
One more shot... and it's gone.
Done. That eyebot is finally down. All his lost six months of carefree life in Capital Wasteland is just for this eyebot. Well, shit.
Six months traveling to West side just for this. He still wondered, though, does Enclave even have any presence here anymore?
Huh, he shouldn't think too much of this.
So, the Lone Wanderer enters his T-45 Brotherhood power armor. Trying to escape the heat of the desert into the cool and calming presence of his armor.
He looks back towards the desert that are called Mojave.
The statue of some dude in awesome trenchcoat and other dude in very distinctive combat armor comes to his field of vision.
Then he looked towards the fallen eyebot...Nah, that can't be happening.
He then walked towards his vertibird, ready to return to Capital Wasteland.
...
Few days later, a lucky son of a gun survives a bullet shot to the head.
That frickin eyebot got scavenged by old dude in Primm
A moody sniper still grievin' for his dead wife in Nipton
A very rude caravan owner stuck in an outpost, drownin' her sorrows
Some Brotherhood Scribe still tryin' to find purpose in her life
There is also that ghoul who are conflicted with his predicament
a cyberdog owned by some Elvis-wannabe
That cynical doctor who has dark past
and that sweet nightkin with bad mental illness
But that lucky son of a gun is a Wild Card. It's a shame that Lone Wonderer didn't decide to play hero in Mojave.
Well, Courier 6 has business to do and he got something to deliver...