The Courier's POV

It has been about three weeks since I teleported into another world thanks to the Think Tank. But that's not the crazy part. I land in the world of superheroes and supervillains that resembles what I find in old-world comics from the wasteland. I have to accept that I'm in this world, and I might be here for a while if the Think Tank is working on getting back home. So far, I have managed to find myself a place to stay in this world. It was a motel near a beach, and I got the hotel manager to let me stay in a motel room in exchange for being a temporary handyman for the motel. I gave him a fake name, Colt Walker.

It's not the worst job I have ever had. It's far better than cleaning out a hole full of giant ants. But I don't mind if I do some dangerous jobs to get more cash. However, I have to keep a low profile because I don't want to fight any heroes that come my way. I got some clothes from a low life, but with my luck, anything could happen to me, even in a different world.

Third POV

Six was fixing the motel's A/C lobby when a little girl approached him as he stepped down from the step ladder.

"Are you fixing the A/C?" asked the little girl.

"Yep, and I'm almost done. Soon there will be cool air in the room," said Six.

The little girl looks at a scar on Six foreheads. "Why did you have a scar on your head?"

"Oh, it's from a car accident,"

"Did it hurt?"

Then a woman in a black dress with floral patterns comes to the little girl. "Zoey, don't brother this man while he's working," the women say to six, "sorry, my little girl is a chatterbox sometimes,"

"No worries I don't mind the conversation, "

"Alright Zoey, time to go,"

"Okay mom,"

The little girl and her mom walk out of the hotel lobby, and the motel manager comes to Six. "Colt, is the A/C fix or are you too busy chatting up with the guest?" the manager inquired.

"It's almost fixed. I just need to get the last screw in, " Six grabs a screw from a table and goes up on the step ladder, screwing the last screw into the A/C. Six then turns the A/C on, and the A/C starts to work. "There it's fixed,"

"Good, now you have to fix the loose table leg near the pool,"

"I'm on it," Six grabs the toolbag and heads out of the motel.

Six headed out to the table near the pool and were about to fix it. However, he sees two shady guys beside a palm tree talking to each other. Six listens in on the conversation without getting noticed.

"When will this deal take place?" said one of the shady guys.

"At a warehouse at 112 Westside Street tonight, " said the other shady guy

"You think how much money is going into the deal?"

"No idea, but let's not talk in the lobby because people could be listening in," the two shady guys say as they enter the motel room.

"Well, it appears that I have something to do for the evening; I just need to be cautious," Six thought.

At night, Six made it to the warehouse. He comes to the back of the warehouse. Six wore his assassin suit and breathing mask. Six locks picked the warehouse back door and got into the warehouse.

Six takes a look around the warehouse and notices some old mannequins."Creepy, but I kind of feel like I'm back in the wasteland being in the warehouse,"

Six come up to the storage area of the warehouse and see three guys in black suits, one of them holding a briefcase, one wearing black shades, holding a black bag in front of the two shady guys from the motel, and four men holding machine guns. All of them are standing around an olive-shaped table. Six quickly took cover behind a crate before any of them could notice.

Six thought, "Alright, there are a total of ten guys. I definitely need the big guns for this, "Six thought. The Six listened to the deal that was going down.

"So you got the stuff," said one of the men in black suits.

"Yep, fresh from the good old south of the border," said the man with the shades.

"Good, let us see it,"

"No problem,"

The man with shades places the bag on the table and opens it to reveal a large amount of blood. The bag is filled with yellow liquid.

"Bingo, fresh supply of Venom, the same ones that Bane is using," said the man with shades.

"Well, this certain will be pleased with some of our clients' sporting careers," the other man in the suit said.

"Good for them, now show me the money,"

He places one of the men with a silver briefcase on the table, opening it up to show tons of twenty-dollar bills.

"Forty grand in twenties, like you say," said the third businessman.

"Great, it would seem the deal will be set and done," said the man with the shades.

Six thought, "Forty grand, that's my que."

Six undigitized two weapons: This Machine and Pew-Pew. He gets out of cover and quickly shoots at the two shady guys with Pew-Pew.

"Who the hell is this freak?" said the man with the shades, pulling out a pistol. Six quickly shoots the pistol out of his hand.

The three men's suits run behind the four-person machine guns as they shoot at Six, who quickly gets behind a pillar. Six switches to his rifle and goes to his VATS and shoots the men with machine guns, leading to two headshots on two of them, shooting one in the throat and the other in the eye. Six gets out of cover and switches back to Pew-Pew, aimed at three men in suits.

Six demands: "If you value your life, leave; or I'll turn you all into ash." Six demands

The three men look at each other, and they quickly leave the warehouse. Six then looks at the man with the shades, clutching his laser-burned hand.

"Do you have any idea who you are messing with?" said the man with the shades.

"Nope and I don't care," said Six, grabbing the briefcase of money.

"My boss is going to gut you for this,"

"Then he's going to have a hard time finding me to do that," Six punch the man in the face, and he was out cold.

Six leaves the warehouse with the briefcase full of money, and he looks around. "Yep, this money is going to do me good," Six thought.