Rays from the sun scorched the land and the ruins surrounding new Vegas, it was around midday and it was normally around that time when the heat started to reach its highest point. This once great city stood proudly within a sea of sand; however, after the Great War much of much was destroyed or left to decay and now this once great metropolis was nothing but a shadow of its former self. All the roads that flowed between the buildings that were once strong and sturdy were now cracked, broken and littered with rusted cars.

Since the district was outside the walls of New Vegas they weren't patrolled by the Securitrons so it wasn't as safe as the strip, here you could be murdered for food and have your throat slit for a bottle of water by both drug addicts and the gangs of raiders. Although the NCR had a brief prescience within the Strip they did little to help keep the peace outside of the city walls, occasionally small groups of soldiers would pass through but that only happened then troops went to the embassy and then back to Camp McCarran. Although the lawlessness of the surrounding land was terrible there were small pockets of hope, in the connecting borough of North Vegas Square were a few who wanted to bring law to a place of chaos.

In the middle of the day in the ruins around New Vegas two men patrolled the outskirts, both of them were young and around either eighteen and nineteen years of age. They walked along side each other heading toward the east at slow pace, both were completely different and weren't just normal civilians.

One wore a button-down blue and white plaid flannel shirt with rolled up sleeves and a pair of tanned trousers with two thigh holsters on either side, a pair of brown boots on his feet and a bandolier across his chest. The hair atop of his head was golden brown which was smoothly combed. In both of his holsters on either side were a pair of magnum revolvers, both of them fixed cylinders which were reloaded by hand one round at a time, as such it can be interrupted mid-way through reloading and fired if needed. The bandolier across his chest was filled with magnum rounds, the ammunition of his guns needed.

The other young man with had a short wooden tooth pick in the corner of his mouth no bigger than half an inch which he kept at all times. He had a gormless look but his eyes reflected something. Everything about him was much to the cloak and dagger act he put on; one look at him would be dismissed any idea that he had a brain inside that head of his. Atop of his head was a straw hat with a wide brim, curved to the sides, indents in the top and at the temples, and a thin black band at the base. His outfit consisted of a duster with a black undershirt and a pair of grey canvas trousers underneath a long, brown leather overcoat with the sleeves rolled up above the elbow. A pair of fingerless leather gloves on both his hands, and a pair of motorcycle boots for footwear.

Over his shoulder was a repeating rifle, Due to the gun having a tube magazine, it is reloaded by hand one bullet at a time. Because of this, it gave his gun the added advantage of being quickly available to fire again if only a single or a few rounds are needed.

As they walked side by side each other, neither one with the desire to overtake as they were both engaged in a conversation.

"Ok I got one," the young man in the grey shirt said, "Would you rather….have sex with a ghoul or have to reconstruct a suit of power armour by hand?"

The other young man rolled his eyes in response, "Dam Darrel, you always pick the hard ones!"

"You can talk!" he replied, "Loogie I had to do your one, would I rather get shot in the face by a sniper or go bare fist fighting with a Death claw and that was a hard one so now you gotta do a hard one".

Loogie thought to himself, he took out the tooth pick with his left hand and fiddled it around with his fingers as he thought to himself. With his right hand he pointed back toward Darrel and asked, "The Ghoul, would I have to do it missionary or doggie style?"

"Missionary, the lights are on and you have to look it directly in the eyes," Darrel replied.

Loogie's face suddenly dropped, the idea of making love to a human being deformed by nuclear radiation did not appeal to him in the slightest shape or form. A second later Loogie placed the tooth pick back into the corner of his mouth and asked, "The Power armour, what tools do I have to help me?"

Darrel looked around at the local area before stating, "You get a screwdriver, a wrench, a spanner and a torch".

"What do I need a torch for?"

"So you can see inside the armour,"

"…is the ghoul gonna talk?"

"Moaning and groaning the whole time,"

Loogie then stops walking, his mind races with the two choices in his head as he debates both the pros and cons of his choices. No matter what he could think of comparing the two he finally managed to pick out of the two. As Darrel stopped and looked at him Loogie said, "Well, in that case, you have yourself a new suit of Power Armour".

From the distance a gunshot echoed throughout the area, in that moment the two shared their friendly and playful atmosphere vanished within an instant and was replaced with fear and adrenalin coursing through them. Darrel took out the pistol in his left holster while Loogie took the rifle from over his shoulder and pressed the butt against his shoulder. The two looked at each other with stern eyes; Darrel gave Loogie a slow nod before quickly loading his fun with six bullets while Loogie did the same with his rifle. The two began to run, the duo charged through the ruins with their weapons ready and loaded. Both their minds were focused on the task of getting to where the gunshot was heard, apart from that they only made sure they didn't trip over cracks in the road while making sure there were no surprise attacks.

Both of them came to the end of the road and took a right turn, when they came round they saw what appeared to be three down the end of the road standing over a dead body. The road was littered with old rusted cars and what appeared to me a large crater in the middle between the raiders and the collection of destroyed vehicles around the connecting roads. Loogie raised his gun and fired the first shot, in seconds one of the raider's was hit and fell to the ground. The remaining two turned to see the two gunmen; they both drew their pistols and began firing. Darrel and Loogie quickly ducked for cover behind one of the ruined cars. The two kept their heads low; bullets began to hit the side of the car as the raiders fired at it in hopes of hitting one of them. During this shoot out one of the raiders cried out, "Hey! Get your fucking asses out from behind that piece of shit!"

His voice was filled with so much hate and anger yet little to no humanity left in him. In this moment of shooting Darrel took out both of his pistols, he looked toward Loogie and nodded slowly and mouthed the words 'when they stop we start'.

They sat, waited and listened for the gun fire to stop. As a minute or two passed the gun firing stopped and voices began to curse as they struggled to reload their weapons. Darrel then got up from behind the car; he pointed both of his pistols towards the raiders and began firing. With each pull of the trigger small metal bullets shot through the air and over a distance of ten to fifteen feet away they struck the raiders and passed straight through them. Blood spattered out through their bullet holes and as soon as they were hit the remaining two fell to the grounds. When the fighting had stopped Loogie emerged from behind the car and Darrel had put away his pistols. The looked from where they were to see the blood from the dead raiders spill out onto the road and seep into the cracks which made them look like thousands of tiny arteries.

Darrel and Loogie began to walk toward the bodies; Loogie hadn't put his weapon away for he was keeping a look out encase there were more raiders nearby. He raised his river and looked down the barrel while examining the area, Darrel walked over to the bodies to examine them. Look upon these corpses he recognised the one who didn't have bad skin due to over use of chems, lying on the ground with a of bullet holes in his forehead. His dark grey shirt had been stained with blood and his torso had a number of smellier wounds throughout his upper and lower body.

"Shit," Darrel said, "They got Desmond".

He turned away with annoyance and anger, examined the bodies of the raiders and noticed they had already begun to loot his body. On the belt of a dead raider was Desmond's lucky gun, a nine millimetre pistol with the word 'Candy' carved into the grip panel. Darrel reached for the weapon and carefully pulled it from the belt of the corpse, Darrel sighed with disappointment as he looked upon the gun with sadness, "Shame really, Desmond was a good ranger. He deserved better than to be shot dead in some ruined city".

Loogie continued to look around vigilant and ready, "We're urban rangers Darrel, we know the risks when we join. Now if we don't leave I'm pretty sure other raiders will show up and they'll do to us what you did to their friends now let's go!"

Darrel took out one of his pistols and placed Candy into his empty holster; he stood up and looked around, "Alright let's get back to Square North"