Entry Date: 8/05/2277
Okay, so this is why I actually got this thing out again: A month ago, maybe two, this little pussy shows up in Moriarty's. Says he's from the vault over there (he was in one a' those blue jump suits, made 'em look retarded). So this guy, he has the nerve to ask me, Jericho, to team up with. What the hell was I supposed to say? I turned him down. At least it made since, he seemed really desperate. So he leaves. So, just a few hours ago, that same guy struts in through the bar, in one a' those high-class suits like that Burke guy who was squatting in here a week ago, and- guess what- asks me if I was interested in joining up. But damn, was he different this time around! Even though he was in that business suit, I could tell he'd worn the armor of numerous raiders, and he had the smile that comes after the 7th or 8th kill, but he had probably killed more people than that. So, based on that, plus some fuzzy stuff from GNR saying that someone from a vault had done some pretty badass stuff, I said okay, but asked for a thousand caps, you know, for supplies and shit. So he says, "Gladly.", and pulls out a huge sack from his backpack and gives it to me. When he opened his pack, it looked like he had a few more sacks just like the one he gave me. So, I say, "I'll be right back.", and go pay Simms for some stuff out of the armory. I go to the armory and, guess what, nothing's there! Every single thing, gone! So I go back to the guy- his name is Tom by the way, and tell'em that nothing was in the armory. He says "Is that so?" in this real sly voice. "What where you looking for?". I said "A chinese assault rifle, some pistols and a few grenades. He reaches into his pack, and pulls out everything I just said! I say, "You didn't." He winks. He broke into the armory! Thank God we're on the same side, with that kind of lockpicking shit, he could swipe anyone's gun and use it against them! So, after that, he tells me that I better pack up everything from my shack, 'cause we ain't going back. Which is where I picked up this journal-book, and decided that since I was "getting back to the action", I'd better write some more shit in it, so that if some raider picks this up, he'll know about me and the shit I've done. So when we're done packing up, we head out. Everybody says goodbye to me, I ignore them. Why do you think I'm leaving? Anyways, once we leave, he says that before we start shooting shit, we've gotta go to this tower, because "there's something we need to see there." Right now we're camped out under the old freeway, cooking some Salisbury Steaks. Who knew after 200 years they'd taste so good?! Things are looking good so far. Jericho out.