Chapter 2
"I'm here to pick up a package?" Mitch (The Courier) says walking in the New Reno Mojave Express office.
"Yes, Mitchell Zephyr I presume?" The man behind the counter says raising an eyebrow.
"It's Mitch, anyway where does this one go?" he says reaching for the brown package.
"Apparently this goes to the Lucky 38 in New Vegas their also was this that came with it." The man says handing him a passport to the strip, 4 weapon repair kits, a caravan shotgun that was a bit sturdier than most, a pair of binoculars, and finally a suit of leather armor without the shoulder pad and lighter than others. "These are yours for the trip the man you give the package to will tell you if you can keep them."
"Alright then can I go to the back and change?" Mitch asks putting the package, the weapon repair kits, and binoculars in his backpack.
"Sure go on ahead." The man says before pulling out a bottle of scotch and kicking back in his chair.
Five Days later 10:00 A.M. Location: Mojave Outpost
Mitch walks through the Mojave Outpost briskly. He knew from then on he would have no NCR protection which was the reason he took the long way ,that and the fact that the mountains that were in his way the whole time were to steep to climb.
So he continues to head North to take I-15 to New Vegas. He stops in the barracks to stock up on ammo and supplies. His plan was to walk to Primm and stay the night, and then continue down I-15 through Quarry Junction till he made it to Vegas. That was the plan anyway. If that didn't work He'd have to go through Goodsprings and go through the desert avoiding the I-15, all else fails he'd have to walk through Nipton , Novac, and Boulder City. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that. So he continued onward feeling as though another presence like his, had also began his own journey to the same destination 'Weird superstitions.' He thought as he began whistling along to the radio he kept in his backpack.
So he walks, Primm in sight from the large hill that the Mojave Outpost stood on.
On the way down he finds a truck stockpiled with Motorcycles. Upon further inspection he finds he can use parts from the others to get one up and running and have enough power to get to Vegas the long way.
After a day of work he finishes his new bike and revs it up finding joy in hearing the motor run. He turns it up toward the Mojave Outpost to restock on supplies as he used all the ones that would last him to Primm while he was working. He didn't need as much but still needed some.
The NCR Troopers that were there all saw the bike and all wanted one and tried to get him to donate it to the Mojave Outpost for NCR sake. Needless to say he didn't give it up. He revved the engine and blasted down the hill at speed that before the war were illegal. What he didn't know was what, or rather who were waiting for him at Jean skydiving.
He had just pulled into Primm and once again everyone wanted his bike. He still refused every offer and went into the Vikki and Vance Casino to stock up on supplies and maybe gamble a little. What he didn't expect to do was get drunk and end up unconscious in the middle of the road on his bike.
"At least that's still here." He said as he looked into his pack and found all he was missing was 200 caps. He revs up his bike and pulls off only to get ambushed as he swears he sees a Vertibird fly over his head, which was also getting hit with a shovel.
End of Chapter 2
