Chapter 2

It felt like hours since Cardle left Goodsprings for Primm, maybe it was the sweltering heat or it was just because he was tired, but it felt to him like his legs would collapse any minute then. According to a map that he only found because the damn wind smacked it in his face, he was around a place marked as Jean Sky Diving, whatever the fuck sky diving was.

Out of the twinkle of his eye he spotted something outstandingly strange, a skeleton, wearing a hat, in a fridge. He stood looking at the thing before him for a good 30 seconds before he walked towards at and looked at the hat, "Property of Dr. Indiana Jones" it said underneath as he picked it up for closer inspection.

"Hey, rat-ass, yeah you! This is Powder Ganger territory now piss off!" growled an angry gang member.

Cardle firstly stood, looking at the Powder Ganger weighing up his options. Should he run for it like the man said? Or should he take them by surprise and take whatever valuables they might have? After a good two minutes of deep thought he made a decision, he put a cigarette in his mouth and put the fedora hat on his head just as he charged into them wielding a trusty shovel he picked up back at Chet's shop in Goodsprings.

The Powder Gangers, not expecting such a reaction, were taken aback and surprised as Cardle swung his shovel striking the first ganger in the cheek crushing his skull in between the shovel and a broken down truck.

Just as he pulled the shovel out of the first ganger's face he swung with all his might doing a 180 degree turn and stuck the tip of the shovel deep into the intestines of the second ganger, before yanking it out. The final Powder Ganger seemed less frantic than the others, a leader of sorts, as he pulled his 9mm pistol out and shot Cardle right in his shoulder blade as he got struck with the full force of the shovel crushing his skull to half its original size.

"Arggh!" screamed Cardle in agony as he searched for goods to steal, and massaging his wound. He decided it would be best if he scrapped the loot, got patched up in Primm and return later for his stash, so off he went. Of course, being the medical genius he is, Cardle didn't predict the seriousness of his injury well and after a few steps from the camp he fell to the ground unconscious.

"Urggh" mumbled a disoriented Cardle as he struggled to rise his head, only to notice he was crucified to a cross, looking up at a sign. "Primm motherfuckers huh? Well at least I know where the hell I am" grumbled Cardle. Slipping in and out of consciousness, Cardle thought he met the end of his days, before he looked down to see Vulpes Inculta and half a dozen praetorian guards.

"Ahh, you finally woken up have you? Good because I require your services in the Legion's never ending battle against the barbaric NCR" slyly said Vulpes in a slippery snake like tone.

"Y-You...need me? What on this earth could I do that you, a goddamn army, cannot?" inquired Cardle.

"You can enter the NCR outpost near Nipton, that is why we need you" snapped Vulpes as he untied Cardle from the crucifix, "Then you can plant and activate the bomb"

"A-a bomb? You want me to fuckin murder them all, for what? Your little group here alone could destroy them!" shouted Cardle.

"Ah yes but we don't want them to know our power yet...we want to scare them...let them know how we can control any wastelander we so wish" explained Vulpes in a sinister voice.

"You...You sick bastard...Your inhumane, the lot of you!" screamed Cardle.

"No, we just have very different methods of showing our power to those NCR dogs" snapped Vulpes finally letting Cardle free from his crucifix."Oh and just to let you know before you leave, if you run, we will hunt you, we will find you and WE. WILL. KILL. YOU." sternly whispered Vulpes in Cardle's ear.