The mourning was over now and the afternoon had begun, which meant that happy hour has started. Cass got up from her bunk bed and waddled over to her usual seat, in the shadows but near the bartender. It's been two weeks since she got hold up at the I-15 and got news that her caravan had turned to ash. Two weeks of nothing but whiskey, getting in bar fights and spending every last cap until she had to turn back to California although that didn't sound very appealing to her. But what else was she supposed to do? Cass still had the name of the caravan with her even though its nothing but scrap metal and broken dreams but that changed that day.

A good looking guy walked in who looked like a Merc from her point. He was North American, had a buzz-cut then a pre-war military grade helmet on top of that. His armor was the same pre-war military body armor which looked brand new considering the nearly none worn out color and no holes in it other than a few dents on the helmet. He sat on a stool next to her and ordered all the scotch bottles in place. Amused, Cass spoke out

"you must be real rich to but something like that, you work with the casinos or something?". He looked at Cass funny as if it was his first time talking to anybody then a small smile broke out of him and replied.

"No, I work with anybody who can pay me"

"So you're a Merc?"

"I guess so"

When he finished the bartender laid down ten bottles of scotch in front of him and he began opening one of them and putting the rest in his pack.

"Hey it's Cass, you?"

"Courier"

"I meant name not line of work"

"It's courier"

"so your names courier? Wonder what your parents were thinking when they named you."

"I don't know, just stuck to me so much that I forgot my real name, or maybe that was the bullet"

"You got shot, where?

"Goodsprings"

"Hey, you're that courier that got shot in the head; it's all over the radio"

"You noticed"

"So what's brings a survivor of death here?"

"Your name is Cass right, in Cassidy caravan's right?"

"Yeah…why?"

"Crimson caravans wants to buy you out"

Handing over the old worn out piece with the writing telling that she would be paid two-thousand caps to give the name of her caravan to crimson caravan. She felt her heart had just skipped a beat and felt like punching the guy to death but cooled off when she took a long swing of whiskey drinking the entire bottle.

"they want to buy Cassidy caravans? Don't they know it's burned to ash? No…even times being what they are, not sure I'm looking to sell, even for all the whiskey in reno."

"you haven't even seen the offer yet."

"if someone came up to you and said they will offer you a thousand caps for your name, would you take it? Actually, you know what? Fuck it, I don't want to hear your awnser anyway. Point is, I made the caravan what it is, it's mine."

"I have the offer letter here, the terms are fair."

"Alice Mclafferty, eh? No, I see the zero's…and I know she's good for them. Its not about the money, dad will spin like a twister if he ever heard I sold our name for anything"

"Are you sure?"

"Look, I know you came all this way, and that takes some drive, especially these days. Just doesn't feel right, trading history for a slip of paper."

"Look I'm prepared to offer you the terms, plus 750 caps"

Cass smiled a bit; it's been a while since a smile broke out of her. She felt pitted that the same courier that got shot in the head and survived had came all the way from Goodsprings to the outpost then to crimson caravan and back is throwing his money away to make her sign the damn thing. She thought then spoke.

"You're obviously putting your money where your mouth is…on top of that offer letter, that is a lot of caps. Still, what makes you think that's enough? What, you think I'm cheap?"

"Far from it, to turn down the original terms"

Cass took a deep breath then sighed as she made her final decision.

"Alright, it's a deal. Uh, can't believe I'm parting with it."

She signed the slip of paper with a worn black pen from her pocket and wrote her name in full to officially turn it over.

"all right…there you go, caravans yours…feel kinda relived actually. guess I didn't know how much I was carrying till you came along" she said while handing over the completed form. The courier reached his right hand to retrieve it, and as he did he asked a question that lingered in his mind.

"what will you do now?"

"Don't know…maybe head back west? Though going back there with my tail between my legs isn't so appealing"

Courier looked down at the slip of paper folded neatly between his fingers then at Cass who looked like she was going to the grave soon and answered back.

"you could come with me, I could use some extra hands"

Cass scoffed "go with you? And why the hell will I do that?"

"Stay here and you'll know exactly what's going to happens day-in and day-out"

"So fighting boredom is your argument, huh? Walking the Mojave with you cant be any worse than here, that's for sure. Alright, I'm in"

They got off from there stools and where headed out to the Mojave but Cass was having a bit of trouble getting up from her seat as if she hadn't stood in weeks. The courier stepped outside onto the soft desert sand then walked toward the gate and about to head back to Alice to collect his caps until Cass spoke out when they made it pass the metal gateway.

She breathed in all the fresh air she could then exhaled in a strong sigh and looked over to the courier.

"well, now that I'm free of the outpost, I was wondering if you mind making a detour. I'd like to pay my respects to the end of Cassidy caravans, check out the sight where they died." Walking over to the him then stopping in front.

"where were they hit?"

She sighed and answered"up side of Vegas, hear tell. Trapped at the Mojave outpost so I couldn't run there when I heard. Been weeks since it been hit so the sites probably a cazador nest by now."

"how did you catch word?"

"got word back on what happened from rangers, guess they found enough in the wreckage to identify it.'

"think there's anything left of it?"

Cass sighed again" only wishful thinking on my part, most likely. At the least, I'd like to pay my respects. I got them in to this mess, I owe them that much. As for the cargo, there's probably nothing left of it, if you do find anything that'll be your pay for the trip"

Courier silently chuckled "alright then, lefts move on"

A-N:New chapter every Friday so enjoy them while you can!