The Mojave Courier
Ain't that a Kick in the Head?
1
I open my eyes to see darkness. A sand itch in my eyes and the metallic taste of blood fills my mouth. It is only when my captures pull of the hood is when I realize I am tied up. I try to pull my wrist free but the knot is too skillfully tied. My breath is unsteady when I see the man in a checkered suit. Behind him, sits The Strip. Laurence, Fronick, and Baldwin would be there now; at least that's where I left them a year ago.
Damn, I think, should have stayed in New Vegas with them. Even if it meant being around completely paranoid and talk about conspiracies with the NCR and Brotherhood, I would take the chance to regroup with them. Yes, I would even accept living in a lab in an old sewer under Freeside. But I abandoned that to find the truth from the heart of the problem to go to The Capital Wasteland and see the Brotherhood there.
Traveling the wasteland was dangerous, so I would need some powerful armor and powerful guns, which requires caps. But now that doesn't fucking matter anymore.
"We got what you wanted, pay up." One of the men says. There were two other men with the man in checkered suit. Both look like raiders. Maybe apart of the Fiends gang that lingers in Vault 3, I think. But what would they be doing out here. As far as I could tell we were far from the Strip.
"You made your last delivery kid." The man in the checkered suit announces, ignoring the raider. I look down at my hands trying another tug at the rope. It doesn't budge.
"Fuck…" I mutter in a quiet, hushed tone. The men don't seem to hear me. That's when I hear a revolver's chambers are rolled. The sound is like a rattle snakes tail.
I freeze. I am only twenty five and about to receive a bullet to the brain. It's too soon, I think. It's not fair, it's not my time.
Admitting however, I have lived longer than others in the wasteland and should be thankful. The thing is… I am not.
But I sit up straight and face the man that is about to end my life with no fear. Well, I think, Fox this is it.
"Sorry you had to get in the mix, but that's the game. And the game… it's been rigged from the start." He says. Bang.
