Bren looked around the rocky area he was standing on. Judging by the dented sign, this must have been a scenic outlook where couples went for make out sessions, like the large indoor garden in the vault. He saw an old ruined building area and decided to start there for any useful items.

Bren climbed down the rocks and began walking to the buildings; little did he know that he was being watched by three figures from behind some more rocks.

"Now then…what do we have here?" Bren said noticing what looked like a dresser in an old, hollowed out building

He opened the dresser and found some old clothing, which were some shirts, a pair of slacks and some socks

"I guess I should at least keep em, never know when I might need a change of clothing" Bren thought to himself stuffing them into his bag, he then turned to a nearby safe

"Let's see if Jonas's lessons paid off" Bren said picking the lock with a bobby pin, and 1 2 3 the safe door popped open revealing a .44 caliber magnum and 12 shots of ammo, along with some bottles of scotch and one of vodka, and a magazine of Guns and Bullets

"Jack pot" Bren said to himself as he put the items in his pack and then he heard a gun shot

He turned around and saw 3 guys, their faces grimy, their armor made of scrap and other things, the person in the middle held a sawed off shotgun which he held in the air, still smoking, the other 2 were a man with green hair and a sledgehammer, and the other was a girl with pink dyed hair and an outfit that wouldn't have made a difference if she was naked. She held a small .32 pistol in her hand

"What do we have here, a dweller, never thought I meet one, or kill one" The middle person said reloading his shotgun with another shot

"Hey boss, what do you say we sell him as a slave, I hear dwellers get 600 caps these days, due to being smart" the woman said keeping the gun aimed at Bren

"No way, I say we capture him, tie him up and take him to the Deathclaw lair outside of the DC Wasteland, good show in my opinion" The green haired man said grinning

"Now guys I don't want any trouble, I'm just going to take my stuff and g-"Bren was interrupted by another gunshot into the air silencing him

"Not gonna happen, guys I say we kill him right now" The leader said and he pointed the gun at Bren

A Shot was fired

Bren looked at his body, no wounds?

The man fell dead, on his left side of his head, was a gunshot wound

"Boss no wa-"Another gun shot rang and she fell dead, another head shot

"Wait no, I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die!" The man dropped his hammer and ran but alas he fell to the ground after another gun shot

"No way…." Bren said to himself looking around

He saw in the distance a large figure; it looked like a machine, holding a sniper rifle

Bren held up his 10 mm pistol up out of fear

"Stay back! I'm warning you" Bren shouted at the figure, but it continued to walk to him

"Die!" Bren shouted firing 4 shots, 3 missed but the one that did hit the figure in the head, but instead of it falling, Bren heard a clang

"Stand down, I'm not gonna hurt you" The figure said in a male voice, it seemed to be talking like from an intercom

Upon closer inspection, the figure had armor on, it was grey with a black X on the chest plate, and on the side was a circle that was painted black, the helmet made the man look like a space invader or something. All in all he looked like a knight from the future or something.

Bren kept his gun up

"Put the gun down, I won't hurt you" The man said holding his gun up to show he isn't a threat and he got close to Bren

"I see…a dweller, and from 101, go figure" The man said to himself

"Who are you?" Bren asked

"Call me Rick, now then, those men who almost killed you, raiders, you are lucky I was nearby and heard the gun shots, or else you would have been another death in the Wasteland" the man said

"Thanks….I'm Bren" Bren said extending his hand

Rick shook it then looked around the area

"Grab your stuff, and follow me, I have a base nearby you can rest in" Rick said to Bren who along with the stuff in the safe, took the sawed off shotgun and the pistol from the raiders, with only 5 shots for the shotgun and 6 for the pistol, it wasn't much, but better than nothing.

They began marching through the terrain, this Rick fellow seemed trustworthy, maybe he knew where dad went, or maybe this is a trap…

They arrived at an old house; it looked like it was abandoned many years ago

"Welcome home" Rick said with a chuckle as they walked in and Bren saw inside that it had a radio, which Rick turned on, which it was playing a song, Bren never heard of it

"….don't want to set the world on fire…."

"Anyway Bren, you from Vault 101? Or did you kill a guy from it and take his duds?" Rick asked still keeping his helmet on

"I'm from the Vault, almost got killed in it too, place gone to hell" Bren said solemnly

"Sorry to hear about that, hold on let me get you a drink" Rick said going into what Bren believed the kitchen as he heard the sound of a fridge opening

Rick came back with 2 bottles of what Bren recognized as Nuka Cola, a popular beverage down in the Vault.

Bren took the bottle and drank about half of stuff, feeling pretty good about himself, that and slightly radiated from the drink

Rick removed his helmet to reveal his face, his hair was brown and short, in a slightly messy fashion, his face dirty but not as dirty as the raiders, and across his face, a large slash scar, he didn't seem young but he wasn't old most certainly. He smiled at Bren

"A pleasure to meet you" Rick said, his voice not low but very charismatic

"Yeah, so what is with the armor?" Bren asked pointing at it

"Oh this, power armor, great stuff, took that bullet nicely too" Rick said to Bren

"Sorry about that" Bren said looking down

"Don't worry, I can understand why you did it, anyway why are you out of the vault? Fire? Water Chip Broken? Sent Out on a mission like some chosen one?" Rick asked

Bren proceeded to explain the story to Rick for about 30 minutes

"Ok I see, your father left you and you went out to find him, simple enough, you know what I like you, and I think you could use some help" Rick said

"Really? You mean it?" Bren asked

"Why not, besides I got nothing better to do, now then, I suggest we head to the town of Megaton, I got some business there anyway, there is a Saloon in there and you could find some information on your missing father" Rick said

"Good idea" Bren replied

Rick turned off the radio and turned back to Bren

"By the way, what are you going to do once you find your father?" Rick asked

"Sock him in the face for all the trouble he caused me" Bren replied causing Rick to laugh

"I like you, I really do" He said putting his helmet back on

The duo left the building and began hiking, and they saw what looked like a huge pile of metal and rubble

"That's it?" Bren asked a bit confused, it looked more like a pile of junk.

"Never judge a book by its cover" Rick replied, come on

Before they went in, Bren noticed a man sitting down; he was panting and seemed in pain

"Water….I need….water" The man was moaning and Bren walked to him

"Please sir, I need water not that irradiated shit, but pure water" the man moaned

"Here" Bren said handing him a bottle of purified water that he took out of the vault

The man took off the top and drank all the water in one go, he took a deep breath and turned to Bren

"Thank god, I'm saved, sir I'm so glad you helped me, I will be sure to repay you" The man said

"It's ok, I'm glad to help" Bren said to him.

Rick looked at Bren from beneath his helmet and smiled

"Ok Rick lets go" Bren said looking at the entrance

"Time to find my dad" He said