The Courier stared at the weirdo in the suit for a moment. 'This guy just picks dudes to hire, based on… what, exactly? I've literally done nothing that says I'm a good merc.' He thought to himself. His duster idly fluttered in the wind, and the werdio tapped his foot impatiently.

"Well? I haven't got all day!" The guy shouted, with a frown plastered on his face. The Courier noticed the cane in the man's hand. He was gripping it tight, but wasn't leaning on it as if he needed it.

'Wait a second. The old guy had a cane, too. And his cane blocked a .45-70 Gov't round! Holy shit! I want that cane!' The Courier thought to himself, whilst a familiar urge settled in his chest.

The Courier is known for many things. Defending Bittersprings for a second time, killing off the Powder Gangers, or maybe even being the guy who beat Legate Lanius to death.

Equipment collecting has got to be the scariest thing on his long, long list. Because if the Courier sees something he wants, and you're not selling it, you better pray to God that he doesn't murder you for it.

"Hey! Buddy! Are you gonna say anything, or am I just wasting my time!" The orange haired man yelled, snapping his fingers. The look on his face screamed 'impatient', as if anything was better than talking to the man behind the mask. The Courier smirked. Another guy who thought he was the shit. Another easy target.

Since their first 'meeting' on the street, they'd eventually moved into an abandoned alleyway. The perfect meeting place for any criminal or soon to be criminal. The Courier was the latter. But not because he was about to accept the man's job offer.

The Courier roughly pushed the man into the wall of the alleyway. He took a step forward, only to meet resistance in the form of a cane. The same cane he wanted to steal/borrow permanently. "You shouldn't have done that…" the bowler hatted man said, before a set of sights popped up from the cane.

After that, and explosion sounded, sending the man farther into the wall, and the Courier flying backwards. He slammed into the opposite wall, leaving quite a large man-sized dent on the brickwork. "Holy f-fuck!" the Courier yelled, as he fell out of the dent and onto the ground. He felt his already melted skin horribly burned from the explosion, and he glanced down.

The Ranger Armor was nearly ruined. The riot chestplate was shredded and blown apart, as was most of the duster. His helmet's heads up display was heavily glitching out, and he looked at his Pip-Boy.

The most valuable piece of tech he owned was currently sporting a crack on it's display. He gasped, quickly replacing the armor he wore, and calling a stimpack for useage. "Uh…" he said, trying to make a quick decision. He chose the Salvaged Power armor once more, even though he knew how bad of a choice it was, for the soldiers were probably looking for that specific set of armor right now. He also tried to materialize two stimpacks, but only one appeared. He quickly injected it, and felt his bones and flesh mending.

Concerned about where the other one was, he glanced at his Pip-Boy. The screen was dark. He thumped it a few times, and nothing happened. "Oh no…" he mumbled to himself.

Courier Six's Pip-Boy broke.

All he had was the Salvaged Power armor, the Ranger Sequoia, and a few spare bullets for the gun. He was stuck in foreign territory without his greatest advantage. "Well, at least I can take that cane…" he said, before looking at his downed opponent. Only to see that he wasn't there.

"Shit! That snake must've ran off!" The Courier yelled, looking around, only to find that the orange haired man was nowhere in sight. And distant sirens could be heard in the distance, approaching at an alarming rate…

The Courier took one last look out onto the street, before running off into the alleyway. "Ok, ok. You'll be fine. You don't really need the Pip-Boy, it just is a major advantage against nearly everything…" he told himself, trying to bring his spirits up.

Well, at least now he had two people on his murder list.

A/N: I'm back!

And I'm also sorry for the absence. I've honestly got no excuses. I could list some, but I'm sure you guys don't actually care. Anyways, I've got a new poll on my profile that talks about pairings. Vote on that. Thanks for reading!