The Courier crouched down behind the rock, looking over the entrance of the powder ganger camp. He had a leather holster around his waist with a .44 Magnum inside it. He gently rested his palm on it and sighed quietly, descending onto his stomach and crawling through the dust, keeping as quiet as possible.
There was about four men in the camp, they were all laughing and drinking, apart from one guard who was walking around the camp with a caravan shotgun in his hands. Some random guy asked the courier to go and get a girl that had been taken hostage out of the camp, as usual. Sometimes he feels like he doesn't get enough in return for all of these jobs he does, you wouldn't call him a good person but he couldn't get enough of saving damsels in distress. It was like a drug to him. He never did it because of the possibility of sex, money, chems or anything like that. He just wanted to feel like a hero.
He had an NCR ranger kevlar vest on with a large trench coat over it that trailed behind him. Resting on the top of his head was an NCR ranger mask with a green visor, he pulled it down, covering his face. He started crawling closer to the camp, hiding behind some brush while he waited for the guard to walk past.
Soon enough, the guard walked close to him, nearly treading on him before walking past, up to a cactus. He set his gun down and unzipped his pants, taking a pee on the cactus. It was now or never, the courier got into a crouching position and quickly shuffled behind the guard, taking a knife out of a sheath on his belt. He quickly grabbed the guard, pulled him down to his level and shoved a knife into his throat, covering his mouth with his free hand. He watched the guard's eyes roll into the back of his head and satisfied, he let go, letting the guard lie there in a pool of blood.
The other gangers in the camp were too drunk to put up a good fight, so he grabbed the shotgun lying on the ground and started marching to the camp.
One of the gangers looked at him, putting his hand on his brow and squeezing his eyelids together slightly.
"Mark, that you?" He asked, standing up and walking towards him, nearly falling over.
The courier waited for him to get close, once he was within spitting distance, he raised the shotgun to the man's chest and unloaded a shell into him, launching him backwards with a gaping wound in his body. The other guards immediately stood up and took 9mm pistols from their pockets, but before they could raise them another shell went towards one of them, ripping his head apart and causing him to fall over in a mangled heap.
The other one pulled out his pistol and pulled the trigger, the gun never fired as the bandit left the safety on. The courier walked a little closer as the ganger fiddled with his gun, after he finally got the safety off and raised his head, he was greeted with the barrel of a .44 Magnum. Before he could react a bullet was launched directly between his eyes.
The bandit fell down onto his knees and slowly slumped forwards, his brains spilling out of the hole in his head. The courier sighed and holstered the magnum, dropping the caravan shotgun on the ground, causing a small dust cloud to form around it.
A small chunk of brain was obscuring the vision of the courier, he picked it off between two fingers and flicked it onto the ground, wiping his bloody hand on his coat. He took heavy foot steps towards a tent in the middle of the camp that had two shadows dancing around inside it.
Wait, two? He was told there's be four guards in the camp, what the hell happened. The courier felt uneasy, taking his magnum back out and pulling the tent flap back, quickly aiming inside. The interior of the tent had a man and a woman inside it, the woman was being held from behind with a knife up to her throat by a burly man who was also a powder ganger.
"Hello." The courier said, keeping the gun trained on the man. "Looks like we've got a problem here." He added, pulling back the hammer.
The powder ganger pulled the knife further against her throat, causing a small bit of blood to trickle out. He snarled at the courier "Leave now, or I'll cut this bitch's throat!"
"Yeah, you could do that, but then I'd be forced to kill you." The courier responded, not moving a muscle. "Or you could let go of the girl and run away from here, alive." He concluded, a small smirk on his face.
"Fuck you, I got this whore fair and square." He yelled at him, the sound of coyotes being heard in the distance.
"By kidnapping from her house?" The courier began. "I'm sure that changes everything, I'll just go back and tell her parents that you got her fair and square." The courier took a step back, pulling the tent flaps further up and letting it sit on the top of the tent.
"Last chance dick, let her go." He concluded, his heavy boots sinking in the sand.
"Fu- Uh... Fine!" He let the girl go, she quickly crawled out, holding her throat and gasping for breath.
"I'll just head out now..." The ganger started to crawl out the tent, attempting to squeeze past the courier.
The courier moved out of the way, letting him out. "Don't let the flap hit you on the way out." He remarked, watching him run off.
The woman looked up at him, she had bright green eyes and long hair in the loveliest shade of auburn, she started to speak in a shaky voice "Please, don't let him live."
The courier looked down at her. "Don't worry, he won't get far." He said, looking towards the ganger.
The ganger was running as fast as he could through the desert, he stopped suddenly and changed direction, frantically sprinting. A pack of coyotes ran out from behind a large rock and began chasing the man down. They were far too fast for him and they bit at his legs, causing him to fall over before the pack surrounded him, ripping him apart limb from limb.
The courier looked back down at the woman "I told you." He said. The woman began to tear up and grabbed the courier's leg, burying her face against it and sobbing gently into the fabric of his trousers.
"Woah, woah, calm down there." He leaned down and took her in his arms, letting her head rest on his shoulder.
"Why don't you go ahead and tell me your name miss?" He asked, letting her cry.
"I'm Abigail..." She whimpered, pulling her head back and wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her red chequered shirt.
"Nice to meet you Abigail, I'm Jason." The courier said, pulling her up onto her feet and standing.
The height difference was quite amazing, Jason was 6'3" and even taller with the large boots he had on and Abigail was quite short at a height of 5'6". Although she was short, she was quite well proportioned. She had a curvy figure with a sort of hourglass shape going for her body. Her large breasts seemed to be suffocated in the tight shirt she wore and her shapely butt was just screaming to be released from the small denim shorts that she had on.
Jason in comparison was muscular and had a sort of boxy build from all of the enduring tasks he took in the wasteland. He didn't have abs per say but he was visibly strong with large muscles that looked like they had seen a fair bit of work out in the Mojave.
Jason put a hand on the bottom of his mask and pushed it up, revealing his face. He had grey-blue eyes and quite angular features, with rough stubble dotted over his face.
"So you've got family down in Novac?" He asked, putting a finger on the bottom of her chin and pushing her face up to look at him.
"Yes, we live in the motel there, bottom floor." She said, still clutching furiously onto the figure that had rescued her.
"Hold on a second, are you the Jason?" She stepped back, looking up at him. "The one they always mention on the radio?"
Jason nodded, crossing his arms. "Uh yeah, that's me." He said, smiling uneasily.
Abigail grinned widely, her mood spontaneously changing.
"I always loved hearing about you, what was it like killing Motor-Runner?" She said, almost jumping with joy.
"Meh, he didn't put up that much of a fight." Jason said in the most modest way he could.
"But let's not dwell on me, we need to get you home." He said, looking around.
"Novac is a three day hike from here, it's already late so if you don't mind staying in this camp we'll rest here for the night." He finished, looking at her for confirmation.
"O-Okay, there's only one tent and it has two bedrolls, cause the guards usually take shifts at night with three men guarding at a time." She said, looking at the tent.
"Perfect, we better rest now before we lose anymore sleeping hours." Jason said moving slowly into the tent.
It was quite a large tent but the bedrolls were still awfully close together, but it was pretty decent for a powder ganger camp. Jason took his mask completely off and set it down beside him before pulling off his coat and placing it with the mask. He pulled the kevlar vest off and dropped it, unclipping his belt after wards, along with the holster.
He was now in a tank top and military style trousers. He lay back and looked up at the tent ceiling, sighing quietly.
Abigail didn't have anything to take off but she unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it back slightly to keep her cool, her red lace bra showing slightly. She lay back on her bedroll beside the courier and turned to face him.
"Thank you for saving me." She said, blushing slightly and reverting her gaze to her feet.
"No problem, you were worth the trouble." He replied, smiling at her.
"Now let's get some shut eye." He finished, lying back and shutting his eyes.
Abigail watched him drift off to sleep and bit her lip, lying down and shutting her own eyes, drifting off to the first good sleep she's had in weeks. Because for once, she felt safe, safe with the courier who had rescued her.
The night was still and only the sound of crickets could be heard. The moon beamed down over the Mojave and the bodies in the camp were slowly picked apart by scavenging animals.
This is my first story and I plan to have sex scenes in the following chapters, this was just a set up. This story isn't going to be completely focused on sex but sex will have a strong presence. Thanks for reading and feel free to leave any comments or criticisms you have.