AN: This is my first Fanfic ever, of all time. It may be good it may be bad, so reviews are appreciated.

Disclaimer: I do not own nor will I ever own the Fallout series. That's Bethesda's job not mine.

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The Courier slowly woke to the sound of what appeared to be two men arguing and the sound of a shovel digging into the earth. He sat up slowly only to find his wrists bound together tightly, almost cutting circulation to his hands. Cursing to himself, he tried in vain to break free from his restraints, but to no avail. "Damnit!" He sighed, he knew that whatever these men were going to do wasn't going to end well for him.

"Look whose waking up over here" said a man with a bandana over his forehead and a mohawk on his head. The Courier looked over at the trio of men in front of him and grew pale, Great Khans, he thought to himself. He looked up at his ambushers and studied them, two Khans flanked a man in a white checkered suit.

"Time to cash out." say Checkered Suit, taking a puff from his cigarette and dropping it unceremoniously to the ground and nodding at the two Khans. 'This isn't going to end well for me at all,' The Courier thought. Checkered Suit walks closer to me studying me carefully with a look on his face that I can't identify.

"Will you get it over with?" Whines the Khan to Checkered Suit's right. He's a strong looking man with a dark skin color and a murderous glare in his eye.

Checkered Suit looks annoyed before turning to his companion, "Maybe Khans kill people without looking them in the face, but I ain't a fink. Dig?" That made The Courier anxious and pale even more, 'he said kill?' The Courier wasn't a religious one, but he silently prayed to whomever was up there that it wouldn't end like this.

Checkered Suit reached into his pocket and pulled out a small poker chip. The Courier instantly knew what it was, "Why is that chip so important? Why I have to die for a measly platinum chip?" he asked with a bitter tone mixed with a hint of resignation, he knew he wasn't getting out of this one.

"Sorry kid, you ain't worth the time to tell you about my shin-dig going on." He looked a bit smug as he said it, which irked The Courier even more. Checkered suit then pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and quietly read it to himself, "Courier Six huh? Well the other couriers were easy to find but you had me looking around for you even with the help."

The Courier sighed and lowered his eyes to the ground, after a few depressing seconds he heard Checkered Suit clear his throat and The Courier looked at him. "You made your last delivery kid" he said softly and he pocketed the chip, "sorry you got twisted up in all this scene." He said as he pulled out a beautifully engraved 9mm pistol from his coat.

The Couriers eyed widen as he hears his heart pounding in his ears, but he quickly hides it and stares directly into Checkered Suit's eyes.

"From where your kneeling, it must see like an 18-carat run of bad luck. But the Truth is…" He fired once, hitting The Courier in his lower throat. A searing pain hit The Courier as fell back into the ground on his back fidgeting frantically trying desperately to untie his hands to grab his wound. He coughed up blood and felt in run back into his throat, he tried to not scream from the pain, but he found out he couldn't scream anyway, he just gurgled on his blood.

'Why am I not unconscious or dead yet!?' He screamed in his head, only to hear footsteps walking over to him while he lay on his back writhing in pain. He turned his head slightly to the sound of footsteps, hoping to see an angel to take his away. But his blood turned to ice as he realized he was looking down the barrel of that beautifully engraved gun, behind it he saw a smug looking man in a checkered suit with those Khans laughing behind him.

The Courier tried to say something but gurgled on his blood and he started coughing up blood. Checkered Suit looked down at him, almost taking pity on him. Almost.

"The game was rigged from the start."

And with that the last thing The Courier saw was the flash of a barrel and those last words echoing in his head as he drifted into darkness.