Hey Everyone who's reading this! I may or may not have taken a full week to not write, I'm very lazy when I don't get into the swing of things. Anyways, heres the next chapter!I hope you're enjoying this so far, I know there's not a lot of action but it will pick up, I promise.

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Chapter 2: Goodsprings Gunfight

Sean woke up before it was morning, shooting up from the dirty mattress and running outside to purge his body from the alcohol he drank but five hours ago. As he finished puking, he checked his Pip-Boy to see that it was 1:45 in the morning. Sean lowered his left arm, and started stumbling, hungover, into the plains just beyond Goodsprings. In his right hand he held a small sack from within his travelling bag. In it were some resources for making a campfire, as well as his gecko meat and some vegetables he'd picked before getting shot in the head. As Sean walked, he noticed a giant, hollow cross off in the distance. Curiosity got the best of him, and he decided to venture towards the giant cross. As he walked toward it, he realized it wasn't just a cross, but a memorial site. A sign built in front of the steps had told him that this was the Yangtze Memorial, something he didn't find useful, and didn't remember from anything pre-war. He looked up the steps, and in front of the cross,was a sword in a pedestal.

"Hello," he mumbled, and walked up to it. But when he tried to pull it out of the pedestal, it was stuck. He tried for about three or four more times before giving up, sitting down, and having his breakfast.

"Stupid fucking sword thinks its better than me.." He grumbled, grilling the gecko meat over a fire he started at the base of the memorial. By the time the sun rose, Sean had grown tired of sitting in that position, so he stood up and headed back to Goodsprings, when he saw the same man in black body armour waiting by the town with five other guys, all dressed in different attire and holstering dynamite and at least one other weapon. But what caught Sean's eye was that they were wearing different shades of the same blue uniform the first guy had on. Sean ran as fast as he could down the road to Goodsprings to find Sunny. She would know what to do. He found her patrolling the outskirts of town near the gas station.

"Sunny!" Sean called out, hoping she could hear him. She did, turning around, alarmed, to meet his gaze

"Whoa there, what's wrong, cowboy?"

"I saw a group of guys, armed with dynamite and guns at the edge of town near the-" Sean never got to finish that sentence, he heard screaming and gunfire coming from the town center.

"We can talk later, right now we need to save this town!" He exclaimed, pulling his Winchester from his back and taking potshots at the raider gang from his position near Doc Mitchell's house. Sunny ran down the road and hid behind a rock, occasionally shooting from cover at the attackers.

"Goddamnit," Sean grumbled, hitting the last of his ammo reserve for the rifle.

Tossing it aside, he pulled out his pistol and charged into the centre of the town. By this point, the raiders had stopped shooting and started throwing dynamite towards their targets. Taking advantage of this, Sean entered V.A.T.S and targeted the two closest ones' dynamite on their waist. It worked, and as he fired the rounds from his Beretta, they lit up the scene like fireworks. Three of the raiders were now dead, and the other three had taken cover behind a sign for the bar and a rusted-out truck. The citizens of goodsprings had formed firing lines behind their cover, and each side would take turns shooting at each other. Sean decided to end the stalemate by grabbing Sunny and flanking them. He ran up to her, and pulled both of them behind cover.

"What are you doing, you idiot!" she screamed, "I had a clear shot at the bastard!"

"First of all, my name is Sean. second of all, I have a better idea than wasting our ammo taking potshots. We'll flank from behind them and flush them out from cover. It's two against three, and I doubt they came with anything other than guns and dynamite." Sunny mulled it over, and eventually spoke up.

"Alright," she agreed, and the two ran out from cover to the other side of the bar. Once they reloaded, the pair started to sneak around to the other side. Once they got close, they could hear the raiders cowering behind the truck

"Fuck! Fuck!" the first one exclaimed, "I dont wanna fucking die, man! I got too much jet at home to take! I have too many things I never-"

"SHUT UP YOU PUSSY AND THROW SOME FUCKING DYNAMITE! BETTER YET, GIMME THAT!" the second one popped out from cover with the dynamite, and that was Sean's cue to attack. He popped out from beside the bar, and fired a single shot from his pistol. The shot caught the attention of both, but it was too late as they were annihilated in the blast. The last one, presumably the ringman, had started running off in the direction of the open road. This proved to be a bad choice as the Goodsprings settlers tore him to shreds before he made it five feet. When the dust settled, the bartender, Trudy, walked up to Sean.

"You. I saw you trying to warn us, or at least running like a bat out of hell from something. Didn't quite figure it out until now. I guess we should thank you, it's because of you and my paranoia that we got ready in time. We saw them coming from a mile away and started shooting right at the start. Thank god you came in and flanked the rest, though. I don't think we coulda survived that Powder Ganger's makeshift mini-nuke." she expressed, grateful that he was there to stop further damage to the town

"It was nothing, really. I just like to help people in need" Sean replied, and almost turned away when Trudy spoke up again.

"Here, take these." she dangled a bag of around 100 or so caps in front of his face. Sean graciously took the money like it was the biggest amount he had ever seen in his life.

"T-t-thank you! A-are you sure?" he asked, astonished that she would give him such an amount.

"Sure, least I can do for the saving grace of Goodsprings. Come on by the saloon later tonight, Got a special discount for you, after what you done for us."

Sean smiled, and thanked her, before walking off to loot some of the corpses. All in all, he got a Mossberg 500 pump-action shotgun, a Taurus Model 82 revolver, 20 rounds for his pistol, 3 sticks of dynamite and some kevlar body armour. He immediately donned the armour under his jacket, and headed off to the general store to sell whatever he didn't want. After selling the remaining things and bartering a bit with Chet, Sean wandered back to the abandoned trailer he had taken temporary residence in and laid his things down on his bed before changing his attire. The old and worn leather jacket he had been wearing was starting to crumble, and it had its fair share of bullet holes, so it was no longer effective. Sean found a nearby mailbox to stick it in, and donned the new clothing he had chosen to replace it, a black, leather knee-high duster and matching cowboy hat, and some black combat boots. Deciding it was high time to get a drink, he wandered into the bar and sat down in one of the stools by the taps. Trudy walked over to him and picked up a bottle of brandy, slamming it down lightly in front of him.

"Thank you," Sean murmured, popping the cork off the bottle and taking a few sips. "I've been trying to track down the people who attacked me. Know anything about them?"

"Not much, other than they're a bunch of freeloaders who expected a few rounds on the house. I was able to get them to pay up, though. Of course, one of the Great Khans did knock my radio to the floor 'by accident,' and it hasn't been working since." she frowned, obviously liking the sound of music in her workplace. Sure there was the jukebox on the other end of the place but that was quiet and Trudy usually worked the bar.

"I could take a look at your radio for you, if you wanted?" Sean asked, hoping to get paid for fixing it.

"Sure. The outside looks okay, but I think something broke on the inside. There'd be caps in it for you. I do like to hear what's going on in the world. And that Mr. New Vegas seems like such a gentleman." and so, after spending around 10 or so minutes fiddling around with it, the radio came to life, churning out the New Vegas Radio station. He turned to Trudy, who had a bag of caps and his brandy to hand to him. He stuck the caps in his coat pocket and swigged from the brandy bottle again, before putting the cork back in, and thanking Trudy for her time. Sean walked out of the bar, and back to his abandoned trailer, and finished off the bottle of brandy. As he sat there, he decided to go over his delivery note.

INSTRUCTIONS

Deliver the package at the north entrance to the Vegas Strip, by way of Freeside. An agent of the recipient will meet you at the checkpoint, take possession of the package, and pay for the delivery. Bring the payment to Johnson Nash at the Mojave Express agency in Primm.

Bonus on completion: 250 caps.

MANIFEST

This package contains:

One (1) Oversized Poker Chip, composed of Platinum

CONTRACT PENALTIES

You are an authorized agent of the Mojave Express Package until delivery is complete and payment has been processed, contractually obligated to complete this transaction and materially responsible for any malfeasance or loss. Failure to deliver the proper recipient may result in forfeiture of your advance and bonus, criminal charges, and/or pursuit by mercenary reclamation teams. The Mojave Express is not responsible for any injury or loss of life you experience as a result of said reclamation efforts.

It appeared that his intended target was New Vegas, and his first lead would be Johnson Nash, at the Mojave Express in Primm.