Andres strolled along the streets of Freeside in a rather calm fashion maybe a little too calm for someone that just killed about 3 thugs, ok, they had only simple pool cues for weapons but they were still thugs none the less. He was on a mission for a big boss type called the King, to be completely honest he didn't even know what he was doing to certain extent but he knew that he needed to go to a place called the "Old Mormon Fort". The King was kind enough to give Andres directions but sadly he had enough going on in his head already to remember simple instructions since he had favours being asked of him left, right and centre and him being the good guy that he is would never refuse a helpless persons plea or of course, a few caps.

He scowled at his pip-boy that graced his wrist, tapping at buttons and the screen hoping something would come up magically and help him in some way, he was losing his patience, he was tired but his pride wouldn't let him sleep or go back to the King and ask for the instructions again.

"Fuck it."

Andres hissed, he couldn't have looked anymore angry if he tried, he was starting to get sick of the thing on his wrist but there was something about it, he couldn't let it go, probably because it reminded him of the doctor that saved his life and gave it to him; it would be disrespectful to just throw it away. His hand returned to his side as he looked around, scanning the area.

"Fort, fort, fort..."

He said to himself quietly, he would have stopped someone and asked them for directions but everyone in the area was either, high, drunk, or well, high or drunk. He decided to just keep walking forward, hopefully he'd come across it sooner or later, although it had been one hour since he set out looking for it.

He made his way through an old train that separated one part of the area from the other, there was some kid on the corner shouting about some place called "Mick and Ralph's" and some other kids chasing around some overgrown radiated rat, he took his attention away from the goings on of the people and there it was and his eyes lighted up at the sight, "Old Mormon Fort".

The Courier ran towards the fort, he was never so happy about seeing something in his entire life, he took one last look at his pip-boy, pressing a few buttons and saving the destination, it must have been it, he highly doubted there would be many other fort like places around.

He pushed the extremely heavy wooden doors with all his weight; these people didn't seem to want to let other people in. He breathed out the breath he was holding in while he was pushing the huge fort doors as he stood there, hands on hips and a big childish grin of accomplishment on his face.

"Found it."

His blue eyes took in their surroundings, there wasn't as many people as he expected there to be, there was about six tents and a few people, some dressed in mercenary outfits, some in doctor like outfits and one ghoul that looked like a cowgirl. He knew that he had to speak to some people that were attacked and some members of "The Followers of the Apocalypse". That slightly frustrated look returned to his face as he tried to figure out who the hell was who all he could notice was the cowgirl ghoul eyeing him up like he was the hottest thing since sliced bread. He decided to have a wander around...

Andres knew by some of the looks he was getting that he wasn't welcome or that people where just thinking he was weird, he tried not to make any eye contact before stepping into one of the tents to take a breather and escape prying eyes, although someone would probably follow him in eventually. A long breath escaped his lips as he closed his eyes.

"Uhhh, hey there..."

Andres flinched, it was so quiet when he entered the tent, and he really thought he was alone. He turned to see were the peep of a greeting came from and his breath hitched. The most amazing brown eyes looked at his; hidden behind a pair of thick, black rimmed glasses. The way this man was dressed, he must have been a doctor, his hair was a beautiful golden blond and he had this adorable dorkish look about him.

"Are you looking for medical assistance? If you are I'm afraid I'm not the guy you're looking for, I'm just a researcher and not a very good one either."

Andres couldn't speak and his face was burning with more than likely the most reddest blush in existence, he had to swallow the big lump of nerves in his throat and speak, it wasn't like he was gay anyway, and this guy was probably a total lady killer. He was giving the blond a look like he was terrified of him and in a way he kind of was.

"I uh...Well, um. I was looking for someone, I don't really know what her name is, it doesn't matter I'll find her."

The other male just looked at Andres with complete confusion, more than likely bewildered as to why he was acting so skittish. Then he frowned, realising that he was more than likely some druggie looking for some fixer for his addiction problems.

"So uh, who are you?"

Andres questioned the researcher.

"I'm Arcade Gannon and like I said, I'm a researcher here at the Old Mormon Fort. So like I said, I'm more than likely not the person you're looking for. You can find fixer from some of the doctors here."

"Fixer? Whoa, Whoa! I'm no druggie looking for help, like I said I'm looking for some woman, she's one of the 'Followers of the Apocalypse.' "

He looked like a druggie? What a start, Andres was on a roll today.

"Oh, sorry. That's usually what most people are looking for when they come in here, something to do with chems."

Andres couldn't help but notice the boredom both on the other man's face and in his voice, if he had his own way he'd fix it in his own special way...

"You seem like you're bored here."

"Yeah? You'd be too if you were stuck in this fort seeing the same things happen every day, researching the same things over and over or not doing anything at all. I'd like to get out there and have a more exciting life but it's not like the opportunity has exactly arisen."

Andres frowned at the thought of such a gorgeous man being locked away in a forbidden fort like something out of a fairytale, he felt bad for the guy and that was when the idea hit him but it would probably be a total hit and miss.

"Hey, uh..."

"Hmm?"

Arcade responded quickly with a raised eyebrow, truly curious as to what Andres was going to say it probably wasn't going to be anything worthwhile but it brought some excitement none the less.

"Well, I do a lot of exploring, like I travel around the wasteland a lot since I'm a courier and all so I was wondering maybe you'd like to come along with me, keep me company, y'know?"

It was done, he said it. He suggested that this amazingly handsome stranger come along with him for whatever reason, he looked at Arcade with a hopeful expression as his heart beat like it was about to burst.

"As much as I'd love to get out of this boring fort and explore while I'm still somewhat young, I don't think I wanna die either. Why should I come along with you? Can I trust you to keep me safe?"

"Well, I couldn't let someone as good looking and wonderful as you get hurt now, could I?"

He wanted the ground to just swallow him up and kill him by a slow and painful death, what did he just do? He didn't even know whether this guy was gay and if he was, he didn't even know if he found him attractive. He was doomed; he bit down on his bottom lip as he noticed Arcade's shocked expression change into a pleased grin.

"Well, well overt flirtation will get you everywhere."

Arcade's tone of voice was slow with a somewhat teasing way about it and oh god that grin, he wasn't messing around, he was actually gay. This horrible day had turned into the one of the best; one of the most gorgeous men in all of the Mojave Wasteland was gay. There where choirs of angels singing in Andres' head.

"Sure, I'll come along with you I guess, it looks like I can trust you."

And now he was coming along with him, making things even better. He'd be able to look at him and get to know him better, maybe even bond and take their relationship and feelings further. Andres had work to do.

"You're probably looking for Julie, by the way."

"Sure, if that's what you think... The name's Andres, by the way."

Arcade let out a slight chuckle, shaking his head at Andres' response. He followed the researcher to Julie like a lost sheep. The search for the platinum chip that almost cost him his life suddenly felt a lot easier.