Out in the wasteland at the Big MT central dome, the think tank floats around a circular device with wires and a large control panel in the middle of the room.

"Do you think this device is going to work?" said Doctor 0.

"Of course it's going to work; the smaller test subject has teleported," said Doctor Klein.

" #% - ! &% %-(*& * #%*()," (but we don't know if those test subjects are alive) said Doctor 8.

"He has the point," said Doctor 0.

"Then does anyone have any bright ideas?" said Doctor Klein

"Perhaps we should use the cyber dogs; they could be at us," said Doctor Borous.

"No, I'm not going to use those mutts. Besides, they would probably piss on the teleporter. "

"How about the courier? He can be of use," Doctor 0.

Doctor 8 exclaimed, "#!-& $% #%" (that sounds like a good idea).

"What an excellent idea. We could just offer something like a weapon or caps." Doctor Klein said

"Hopefully the teleporter won't hurt his teddy skin," said Doctor Dala.

"This nonsensical teleporter will work, maybe just get the courier here,"

"Don't worry, I've got a good idea how to bring him here," said Doctor Borous.

Two hours later, a man walks into the central dome. The man is in his mid-twenties. He has short, messy light brown hair and hazel eyes. He wore an assassin suit, breathing and Pip-boy 3000 on his right arm.

Doctor Klein hovers over the man. "Hello, Courier Six. I'm glad you didn't take your time to get over here,"

"Well, your scream about someone having a bomb under the dome," Courier Six explained.

"Bomb?"

Doctor Borous comes over to the two, "that was a lie I constructed to get you here, Courier."

"Great," Six groans, "what do you guys want this time?"

"You see, we're working on a teleporter and we need you to test it," said Doctor Klien.

"So I'm being your guinea pig again,"

Doctor Dala chips in, "more like a test teddy."

"Right, and what do I get out of this?"

Doctor 0 comes into the conversation, "Well, we made a rocket launcher that shoots two rockets at the same time."

"Does it work?"

"Yes, expect the large kickback when you fire the weapon,"

Six sighs "Fine, I'll do it."

"Good, let's start the experiment," said Doctor Klien.

Doctor Klien brought Six over to the teleporter with Doctor 8 at the controls. Six steps on the teleporter.

" %$^ - #&^% ##IY!," (Alright, the teleporter is ready) said Doctor 8.

"I swear if this thing blows up on me, I'm going to be pissed," said Six.

"Don't forget to use this when you teleport to the other teleporter," Doctor Klien gives Six a walkie-talkie. "Now teleport the subject,"

Doctor 8 pressed the button in a mere second. Six were gone from the building, leaving behind a trail of smoke.

"Hello six, are you alive?" said Doctor Klien into his walkie-talkie, and there was silence on the other end. "This could be a problem," he said.

In a dark alley occupied by a homeless veteran in a red beanie drinking beer, sitting behind a dumpster, a large ball of light and electricity pops into the alley. Coming out of it was Courier Six, landing on his feet, and the ball disappeared. Six stomachs start to make a noise. Six takes his gas mask off and throws up.

"Christ, that was the fifth worst experience I have lived through in my life," Six thought as he put his mask back on.

The homeless man stands up and asks Six, "Dude, have you seen a ball of light that was here?"

"Yeah, it's gone. Can you tell me where I am?"

"You're in my home," the homeless man says as he takes a swig of his beer, "so get out,"

"I'm not getting any answers from this guy," Six thought.

Six walked out of the alleyway, then heard the homeless man shout, "And stay out, you weirdo!"

Six looks around to see empty streets, old buildings, and barely working street lights.

Six thought, "OK, this isn't Big Mountain or New Vegas," then saw a purple lowrider drive by, "Yeah, I'm definitely not in New Vegas."

The Courier walks down the sidewalk. He looks at the Pip-boy and sees that the map on the device is not working. Six hit it once. Then a message pops up on the screen: "Error rebooting map in 20 minutes."

Six stops and sighs Six thought to himself, "Why did I get myself into this situation?"

Then, Six hears footsteps. The Courier turns to see a man wearing a denim jacket, a red ski mask, a white shirt, black jeans, white socks, and white shoes holding a pistol toward a nurse. Six sneaks behind the man. He undigitized That Gun.

"Alright bitch, give me the cash or I'll put a bullet through your head," said the man.

"Please, I barely carry money," said the nurse.

"That's too bad then,"

"Yeah for you," the man said, turning to see Six point his gun at the man's brow. Six looks at the nurse and says, "You can leave now," as the nurse quickly leaves the alley, "and you drop the gun."

"All right, men, I drop the gun now; can you get yours out of my face?" says the man.

"Nope, unless you can answer some of my questions,"

"Fine, what do you want to know?"

"Where am I?"

"What?"

"City, place, location,"

"You're in Los Angeles,"

"Los Angeles, that can't be right," Six thought, then asked the man, "What year?"

"2019,"

"This isn't making sense," Six said to himself.

"Look, I answered your weird questions. Can you let me go?"

"Not yet," the man says, quickly reaching into his back pocket and handing Six his wallet. Six takes about two hundred dollars and throws the wallet on the ground, "now strip."

"What the hell, man?"

"Do you want me to shoot you and have me take your clothes off your dead body? I don't have a problem with that either,"

"This is messed up, man."

The man strips his clothes only to be down in his underwear, and he gives Six his clothes.

"Can you let me go now?" said the man.

"Sure, but you're going to have to take a nap," the courier says as he hits the man in the back of the head with the gun, and he falls to the ground. "Now time to get some more answers," he says as he leaves the alleyway with some clothes in his hand.