There was a smooth breeze which past by the Courier's face. It gave him a sense of comfort in a world of apocalypse and doom. He was in a place new to him, Goodsprings, where he had gone to deliver a package of "apparent great importance."
He had gone to the town's cemetery to see the sights, when a man in a checkered suit appeared behind him, followed by two men, who the courier recognized as members of The Great Kahns.
The man said a brief sentance "Hand over the package, kid."
The Courier then spoke "Unless your name is , then I don't think so."
As The Courier turned to walk away, he felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder, which made him fall over, and then felt a hard bang on the back of his head, which knocked him out, cold.
Soon, The Courier awoke, only to see his apparent grave being dug right in front of him.
"It didn't have to be this way, I hope you realise this," the checkered suit man claimed, while sparking a cigarette "I just hope you realise this."
The Courier, however, was not allowed a say, and looked straight into the barrel of the gun ment to kill him. The Courier had no time to think, and then it went black.