Chapter One
The Courier
It was late at night in the Mojave. The courier had left Novac an hour ago after finishing business with Boone. The thought of Jeannie-May's head exploding made the courier think of how lucky she was to survive Benny's gun shot.
The courier started to reach for the healing wound on her head but noticed she was still wearing the beret Boone had given her. She took it off and turned to Boone, who had joined the side of the courier.
"Sorry," the courier held the beret out to Boone. "I forgot to give this back to you."
"Keep it." Boone replied quickly. "Let's make a camp off the road… It is a bit late."
The courier and Boone made haste. It didn't take long to set up a fire. Both wanderers rested with their backs against a solid rock wall. The silence of the Mojave Wasteland was almost deafening. Boone looked at the courier for a moment then back at the campfire.
Boone sighed heavily before speaking, "You're the one everyone is talking about."
The courier tensed and began to worry. "What do you mean?"
"News can travel fast about someone that survives a bullet to the head."
The courier only smiled at the comment.
"Do you remember anything?"
She shook her head. "When I woke up in Goodsprings…" The courier paused, thinking. "The doctor said I was shot and the only thing I had in my pocket was a piece of paper with my name on it." She looked at Boone. "My name is Jacqueline."
Boone remained silent. Jacqueline looked back at the fire.
"Do you know where you're going?" Boone asked.
"I picked up a tip that Benny was heading to New Vegas."
The night went on. Boone thanked Jacqueline again for helping him find the person that was associated with Carla's disappearance and death.
