October 15, 2270
9:00 P.M
Mojave Wasteland
Behind a hill a roaring campfire burns, around it more than a dozen men of various states of uncleanliness surround the campfire while eating.
"We had a good haul today, boys! The caravan that we raided from California was packed with enough caps that we can sit tight on our asses for weeks!" Martin said as he sloppily took a big bite on his cooked Brahmin meat. "Not to mention the great food we have, too!" The men cheered as they looked forward to eating and spending their spoils on whatever they wanted.
A piece of Brahmin meat landed on Caleb and he looked at his companion with disgust "At least finish chewing your fucking food before opening your goddamn mouth!" He said as he angrily batted away the chewed up food from his lap.
"Cool it, Caleb. You know how Martin is. Just think about the whores that you'd be fucking back home. That'd calm you down." Jessie said as he performed maintenance on his beloved gun.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Thanks, man." Caleb said as his anger simmered down.
Jessie smiled at him "Anytime, ma-" Blood and brain matter splattered on Caleb as Jessie's head exploded.
Caleb's instincts took hold and he yelled "Enemy!"
Those who weren't high or drunk immediately heard him and, noticing the situation they scrambled towards any cover that they could find nearby.
The unlucky ones were gunned down immediately with accurate sniper fire. Most shots landed in their heads or center mass. A lull in the massacre happened as the shots stopped coming.
Caleb wiped off the blood and viscera off his face` and patted down his body to check if he had any wounds. Fortunately, there were none. He adjusted his body on the boulder that he took cover on "Martin, you still alive?"
"Yeah, can't say the same with the others! Their faces fucking exploded!" Came the reply of Martin as he readied his assault rifle.
"How many people do we still have?" Caleb asked as he started to look around without exposing any part of his body in the sniper's direction.
"We still have eight-" A man exposed his head momentarily and his body dropped on the ground without his head "Make that seven!" Martin shouted as he shook his head at the stupidity of the guy that just died.
"Did any of you see where the shots are coming from?" All of the still breathing people shouted in the negative "Damn it!" Caleb took out his .44 Revolver and steadied his breathing as he focused on his surroundings.
Minutes ticked by and no more shots were being fired on any of them. Some even let their guards down.
A man suddenly piped up "Did this guy suddenly pussy out on killing us?"
"Don't drop your guard you damned idiot! If you do, you're just asking to get killed!" Caleb angrily rebuked the man.
Martin nodded "Caleb's right, you guys shouldn't let your guards down! We can kill this bastard!" A burst of automatic fire perforated Martin's muscled chest bringing down the physically strongest among them with nary a sweat. After that the sounds of death continued as screams and gunfire can be heard, and with their morale broken, those who were still alive started running for their lives, but were gunned down like the rest.
Caleb, knowing that he's the only one left, stayed quiet and looked frantically around. Hoping that whoever killed his companions will think that he killed everyone and just leave.
A single gunshot was heard as his head violently jerked to the left. Finally ending the terror that gripped his heart.
October 16, 2270
6:00 A.M
Novac
In the cold desert morning, a heavily armed figure walks to the front of the Dino-Dee Lite Motel and knocks on its door.
"Come in!" A woman shouted from the inside of the motel.
The figure opens the door and closes it as he enters. He comes to a stop in front of the woman that is managing the cashier "The raiders that attacked your caravan have been dealt with, Ms. Crawford. A truck carrying the stolen belongings will be arriving shortly. Also, all of the stolen valuables are accounted for. Bottlecaps, scrap, weapons and ammunition they're all in there. My men have thoroughly searched the camp and I assure you that everything from the caravan is in there." He gave her an aftermath report of the operation.
The woman read the report and when she finished, she smiled brightly at the man "I must admit, when I heard that my caravan was hit by raiders I thought Novac would fall on hard times because of the amount of caps that we would lose because of that unfortunate incident, but you and your folks swooped in and saved us from that nasty dilemma. Thank you, Gaspar. The town of Novac is in your debt."
The man, Gaspar, shakes his head "It's no trouble, ma'am. The Bureau is always willing to lend a hand as caravan guards, town guards, retrieval operations and other things, the full list of our available operations is within the contract that I gave you. All for a fee, of course." He said as he stood rigidly.
Jeannie May Crawford let out a laugh at the sight "Hah! Quite the serious and polite fella aren't you? All business and whatnot." She crouched and produced a bottle of water from the fridge below the counter "Here, drink this, it's on the house."
"Ma'am, I couldn't possibly impose on your good will." Gaspar said as he politely refused the offered drink.
"Now, now, don't you know it's rude to not accept the hospitality of others." She put the bottled water on the counter "Just relax on one of the seats over there while I get the caps for the payment of your excellent service." Jeannie said as she exited the building.
Gaspar looked at the water, took a seat and relaxed his posture minutely "I might as well." He pulls off his full face black helmet revealing a rather young man underneath with neatly combed black hair and piercing green eyes.
He looked around the lobby of the motel, taking in every detail that he saw. "I can't believe that I'm actually here." Gaspar rested his head on the wall behind him and closed his eyes.
Being born again after dying from an accident is surprising, but being reborn in the world of Fallout was a much bigger surprise. I thought I was going to faint when I first saw Brahmins roaming around the wasteland. The biggest problem is that I don't even know what part of the story I am now. When I learned that I'm in the Mojave Wasteland, I knew that this is where Fallout: New Vegas happens. Unfortunately, the only Fallout game that I played was Fallout 4, so I absolutely have no idea what's going to happen in the future. "Still, even if I don't know anything about the story, I'll do everything in my power to improve the lives of the people in this wasteland." Gaspar resolutely thought
Gaspar was brought out of his thoughts as the door of the lobby opened and Jeannie May came in with a man trailing behind her. With the both of them carrying numerous sacks of bottle caps.
"Cliff be a dear and put those sacks in the counter" Jeannie said as she put down the sacks that she has been carrying.
"Sure thing, Jeannie" Cliff grunted as he put down the heavy sacks near the counter "Hoowee, now that was a great way to exercise the body."
"This is the payment for your services, young man. You have more than earned it." Jeannie said as she patted the sacks of caps
Cliff looked at Gaspar with a questioning look "Excuse me, young man, I have a question. Will your boss show up here or would it be just his men?"
Jeannie laughed good naturedly at Cliff and he turned his questioning gaze at her "He's the boss of The Bureau."
Cliff looked surprised "Oh! I'm sorry about that. I didn't know that the boss of the mercenary group was a young man."
Gaspar let out a small smile "It's no problem. Most people that do hire us are surprised that The Bureau is headed by a young man."
"If it's no trouble, can I ask how old you are?" Cliff questioned.
"I'm seventeen years old"
"You must be quite the tough young man to order around people who are older and bigger than you." Cliff said as he remembered the big burly men that were here yesterday.
"Thank you for the compliment." The young man replied with a polite nod
A crackle from Gaspar's radio cut through the room and everyone became silent. He excused himself and exited the lobby.
He clicked the radio on "This is Gaspar. Talk to me." He said in a steely tone.
"Boss, I'm close to Novac. Where should I park the truck?" A loud voice asked over the radio.
"Just park in front of the motel. They wouldn't mind." Gaspar replied
"Roger that, Boss." A click closed the line of the radio.
After a few minutes of waiting the sounds of an engine was heard and an olive green military truck entered the town of Novac.
The truck's engine stopped and the driver exited the vehicle "Good to see you, boss" A man with military fatigues casually strode to Gaspar. In the meanwhile, two men emerged from the back of the truck and started to haul out sacks full of caps and a plethora of objects to the Nipton motel.
"Your report, Jenkins." Gaspar ordered
Jenkins scratched his head exasperatedly at his ever serious boss man "Me and the boys have collected the stolen goods that those raiders took. Luckily, not a single cap has been spent by them so that's great."
Gaspar crossed his arms and tilted his head "Do we know where those raiders came from and what group of raiders they're from?"
"Yeah, seems like those guys came from the town of Nipton and, thankfully, they don't belong to any group."
"Nipton, huh? That's a prime spot to intercept anything coming from California." Gaspar thought bitterly as he remembered that foul blight of a town that serves anyone, no matter how vile they are.
"Thinking of burning Nipton to the ground, boss?" Jenkins looked at him with a sly smile.
"No, I'd rather occupy it and build an outpost there. But that's still a long way to go, we're just only expanding from our base in the outskirts of Vegas and I'd rather that we would not be stretched thin." Gaspar answered.
The boss' rigid demeanor and analysis was met with a sigh from Jenkins "That's just like you, boss. Always thinking of everything."
"Someone has to be the brains around here, Jenkins. I'm just glad that it's the Marshall doing the thinking and not you." A giant of a man walked up to them while carrying four sacks filled to the brim with Bottlecaps.
"Oh, shut up, Samuel. It's not like you're any better." Jenkins retorted as he frowned at the man.
Samuel laughed heartily as he took the sacks to the back of the truck.
Gaspar let out a small smile as he shook his head at the banter. He looked at the direction of the motel as he heard familiar footsteps approaching.
"You did a great job, Gaspar. Seeing the aftermath of your handiwork was a great way to start the day." A black haired young man with a gleeful smile walked towards him.
"Just doing the job that was asked of us, Luke." Gaspar shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly
"True that. Just wish that you took me with you when you killed those raider bastards." Luke frowned at the missed opportunity to shed raider blood.
"I'll bring you along the next time we have a job like this. Consider that a promise, Luke." Gaspar nodded to Luke, understanding his subordinate's hatred for raiders.
Luke's gleeful smile returned "I'll hold you to that."
Gaspar nodded at him as he heard Jeannie May's voice getting nearer.
"There you are, Gaspar. Cliff and I have already finished sorting out the things that your men have brought us. Nothing was missing and I can say that, without a doubt, you and your men did a superb job." Jeannie smiled at the group.
"It was our pleasure, Ms. Crawford." Gaspar politely bowed to her.
"If we're ever in trouble or if we ever need assistance, I'll be sure to call on you and your capable group." Jeannie shook hands with Gaspar
Gaspar nodded, then looked at his team "Let's move out!"
The sound of the truck's engine was heard throughout the town as the four men entered the truck and left the town of Novac.
"Well that was a job well done. Where to now, boss?" Jenkins asked as he looked at Novac getting tinier at the rearview mirror.
"Home." Gaspar answered as he leaned at the door while looking at the passing scenery before him.
"Home it is, then." Jenkins stepped on the pedal with a bright smile as the truck left a trail of dust behind them.