Prologue

Ghost Unit, the toughest, meanest, and most badass sons of bitches in the NCR. Only a privileged few know of our existence within the NCR. Those who knew, were never to speak of us, and if they were asked, we don't exist and never existed. We work alone and never in the same area. My name is Levi Mathis, and I am a Ghost. It is my job to ensure the safety of the Wasteland by any means necessary. My designation for my latest assignment: Courier 6.

I have been investigating the Mojave Express Courier service for weeks looking for contraband. So far I had helped the NCR troops bust a few shipments of Jet and Psycho, but there was more to be had. I had received intel that the Great Khans were supposedly working with Caesar's Legion back in Colorado and were being supplied with weapons.

I had been tasked with a delivery along with five other Couriers to bring payment from Mojave Express in Primm to the Strip in the Mojave Wasteland, New Vegas. The assignment seemed very odd as all of the Couriers were to take different paths from Primm to the strip carrying different items. My particular item was a platinum colored chip with the logo from the Lucky 38. Having received information about the strip, I knew that the Lucky 38 had been closed for years. My path is designated to go north from Primm and through a town called Goodsprings. I have intel on the area, the only rumored problem in the area a small group of rebels calling themselves Powder Gangers. These "Powder Gangers", were former convicts at the NCR Correctional Facility here in the Mojave, until they took over the prison. It shouldn't be too hard to get around them, especially working alone.

Chapter 1

Doc Mitchell

Ambush. Capture. Shot in the head and being buried…...alive. Something grabbed my foot and pulled me out, looked like a robot. I passed out.

Something made a noise and I awoke in a daze, and barely able to stand, but I was willing to fight. I found myself on a bed in a room that looked like a small clinic, but had an appeal that looked like someone lived here. "Easy now", I heard a voice call, "Sit down and let me get a look at you. My name is Doc Mitchell, most folks in Goodsprings just call me Doc for short." "What is your name?"

Doc was nice old man that looked like someone you would guess is an old farmer. Having a pounding headache from the bullet wound, I could barely put my name together, let alone my cover story. "Levi….Levi Mathis, I'm a Courier with the Mojave Express.", I managed to finally spit it all out.

"Levi, you got mixed up in something nasty it seems, and I was beginning to wonder if you were going to make it. Not many boys can take a bullet to the head and live to tell the tale." "Had it not been for that Securitron, we may not have been able to have this conversation."

"How long have I been out?"

"About three days or so. After I removed the bullet and patched you up, you began to toss and turn every now and again. I had to give you a sedative to keep you relaxed. You may feel a little dizzy from its effects."

"You said a Securitron rescued me?"

"Yep, goes by the name Victor, odd to see a Securitron with a personality."

"I need to go see him."

I got up to leave and immediately realized that I was still feeling a little off balance from the bullet wound and perhaps the sedative working its way out of me. Losing control I vomited on the floor and some on Doc Mitchell as he rushed to catch me before falling.

"That's alright take it easy now, we'll clean you up and run some tests to check your functions and memory."

Doc ran through several tests to test my memory, which determined that I remembered being shot and ambushed by a man in a checkered suit and two other men in rough attire. He also used a machine called a Vigor Tester to determine if I had lost any of my motor skills, and it appeared that I was doing fine.

"Before you leave I better give you this, it was all the gear you had on you when Victor brought you in, oh and take this too may come in handy.", Doc said handing me a box with all my gear which consisted of a heavy carry backpack, a 9mm pistol with 30 shots, 15 caps, my prospector outfit, and a combat knife. "Also you may see Sunny Smiles down at the Saloon about tips on surviving out there in the Waste wouldn't want ya to take another bullet to the head." "But don't forget to say hello to while there, she likes to see new faces."

"Thanks Doc, for everything." , I said while dressing back into my prospector clothes.

"Don't mention it Mathis, and if you are ever in need of patching up, come see me."

With that I departed from Doc Mitchell's home. The box Doc gave me also contained a wrist mounted computer called a Pip-Boy, its model number, 3000. This gave me the ability to store intel as I received it and also a map of the Mojave. I could mark locations on the map as I visited them. The only thing that was missing was the Platinum Chip from the Lucky 38. Obviously the men who ambushed me had taken the chip but why was the question. It was an answer I was going to find as well as the man who shot me and find out what was the deal with that chip.