"Ah, New Vegas," said Thomas, "Home of whores, gambling, and tons of people to kill." He was s born here. He has become a high ranking mercenary. He lived with his beautiful wife Abby. Today he was going to meet a man named Desmond outside of Vault 21. He walked down the street. The neon signs, crazed robots, and crazed guns dealers dotted the streets. Thomas was prepared for anything. He had a combat shotgun, grenade launcher and sword that had belonged to a high ranking Chinese Officer who was believed to drink his enemy's blood after battles. It was called Vampire's Edge. His friend Vance gave it to him a while ago.
His walk was cut short by the yells of a man, "Hey you, the dumb fuck in the metal armor!"
Thomas shot him a look and said, "Desmond?"
"No, Santa Claus, of course I'm Desmond, who else would call out for you!" Desmond yelled. He was a ghoul. He had neat, short brown hair and a snazzy suit. Thomas liked this man.
"What's my job, Mister Desmond?" Thomas asked.
"You are going to help me save my little pet dog Ubica and Intrepide from a band of fucking raiders. I could use an extra gun. Are you in? I'll pay you handsomely." Desmond said.
"Sure," Thomas said. Desmond told him that the Raiders were called the Crimson Warriors. They were held out in an old military outpost. They snuck through a small group of dunes. The only remainder s of the place that were there some sandbags, an old shack and the parking lot. Desmond took out a sniper rifle and aimed for a raider. He pulled the trigger and killed the young raider. Thomas grabbed his grenade launcher and shot the shack. It caught fire. The raiders scattered. And out came a pair of dogs. They began to tear apart the raiders. They feasted upon the flesh. Blood was everywhere. Thomas laughed. Stupid raiders.
"Well then as I had promised." Desmond handed Thomas 350 caps and his sniper. He wouldn't need it with those insane ass dogs.
Thomas walked towards the sunset. His day was done.