He shoved a stimpak in his leg half way out of town, grunting as it worked on fixing itself. It wasn't long before his stride was even again and not a moment too soon either. He saw a pair of Gangers relaxing by some beaten up trailers. One of them noticed and brought his own magnum up, firing a shot that made him go into a harsh roll. He lost his hat and he sloppily drew his pistol from his spot on the road. He returned fire, taking the arm off of one before putting one in his heart. He took a deep breath and double-tapped into the center of the other's chest. He edged forward cautiously. He pilfered the .357 revolver and the collection of bullets it had. The other had some rounds for his 10mm and a nice handful of caps.

It was when he was collecting what he needed he noticed a town out in the distance. It seemed to be divided by a bridge. The closest side was to the right and he made his way there. He was flagged down by a man in an NCR uniform complete with a hard hat. He had a scowl on his features as he stared at him.

"Woh, woh there…Didn't you know Primm was off limits?"

"What for?"

"The NCRCF break out, a few of them holed up in Primm and have taken over the motel. A few of them are scouring about though, keeping the townsfolk contained in the casino."

"Why aren't you over there clearing them out?"

"It's only I and five others including the command. Our man power got pulled back to the front. If we could just get a single squad from Mojave…"

He peered over at the rest of Primm. He saw the remnants of a roller coaster near the motel. It must have been a major attraction when it was still running. He peered back at the soldier who seemed to be worried as he was. "Let me see what I can do over there and we can talk about that squad."

Before the man could say anything Connor made for the bridge. The three mines there were easily deactivated and placed in his bag. He had the revolver out, holding it in both hands as he checked the first makeshift house with a quick shoulder slam he could feel it locked from the other side. He moved to the other and noticed the door slightly ajar. When he stepped inside, his nostrils were invaded by the scent of death.

The source was in the joined bedroom, two corpses without a head were there stripped to their underwear. Their clothing was thrown about wildly. Undoubtedly they were having their own night of passion before rudely interrupted by the convicts. Connor then noticed a gleam of a silver star and he felt another headache coming on. He hesitantly walked over, in a daze, and traced his fingers along the sheriff's star.

Well I'll be damned, another newcomer!

Jesus! Give me that thing!

Come on, you can see a fine example of wastelander justice.

Simms was a good man, seeing another like this would tear him apart. It was already tearing Connor apart slowly. He bit back the tears and it settled in his heart as a cold hate. He took the star off and swapped dusters. It was a good fit, and it seemed to have a few more pockets compared to Simms old one which he respectively folded up and placed in the bottom portion of the cabinet near the bed. He placed the hat with it as well and the star was pinned to the hat. It was an impromptu burial, one long overdue, but a burial none the less.

"If only you could see me now, Simms." He muttered.

He went back outside to Primm, it was nighttime already. Had he truly been reminiscing that long? He didn't dwell on it and went into a light jog on the closest wall of the casino. The fires in the barrels gave a small amount of light, but he could see the two shifting silhouettes of the guards. He pressed his front to the corner and peered around, holding his gun in his left hand he aimed and squeezed. The magnum had more kick then he realized and his arm sailed back. The convict dropped hard, his skull bouncing off the ground with a hole drilled right into it. The other guard turned then, panic on his features and fired blindly to where the shot came from. Connor moved up to the pillar and fired another shot. This one struck home in the arm near the elbow. He dropped his gun and Connor planted a third in the middle of his chest. He let him bleed out.

He collected the caps they had and the ammo. He also took the 9mm pistol and the pair of clips the man had. He was packing his pilfered goods when he heard the door to the casino open and a weathered dark fleshed face poked out. Connor was already pointing his gun at him.

"Jumpin'...Get in here, kid before the others see ya!"

His brow lofted but he stepped inside.

The casino was still operational, and there were more then a few concerned residents about most of them were armed with a mismatch of guns and pipes. A few of them however were sick, and scared others lost themselves in the spinning slides of the slots. Connor holstered his magnum and looked over at the older man. He wore a pair of overalls and he had a darker beard and a deep set of brows. His eyes were narrowed but a clear as glass.

"Well now, what are you doing here youngster?"

"Trying to set things right."

Connor wasn't sure if it was just in Primm or overall, but it seemed to satisfy the old man.

"Well, you can start by getting our deputy back. A few of them convicts captured him, brought him into the motel and keep a watch on here. We try and storm the place we're going to lose a lot of folk. Most don't know how to use a gun."

The Courier nodded in understanding. The guns were just strapped on for intimidation, not practical use.

"Mind if I leave my things here? Going to need an empty bag going there."

"S'not a problem, kid. Got anything of use? I run the Mojave Express just across the street and it doubles as a store, managed to get my cap stock and a few things out before all hell broke loose."

That rung a bell with him. He held out his varmint rifle and the ammo it has left and got a nice portion of caps for it. The three mines got less then expected, but Connor could use every bit he could get. He then held out the delivery order. "Can you tell me anything about this?"

He took it and peered at it curiously. "Ah yeah, you were number six. Hell, ya weren't supposed to be on her at all but the fella we approached bowed out immediately for this order seeing your name on it. He said let "Courier Six" deal with the order."

"If he only knew," Connor muttered.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, nothing… May I just leave my things over here on the table? Not much, just some clothing and supplies."

"Yeah sure thing, my wife and I can watch over them."

He strapped the empty bag tight to his back and with a slight tip of his head he ran from the casino and pressed against the outside of the motel. He used his right elbow to open the door while the left held his 10mm pistol level. He wanted to conserve the more powerful ammo for later. A sentry was walking away when he heard the creak of the wooden door open.

"What the-? Over here!"

Connor cursed and stormed in, plugging the first full with five bullets. The second came around the corner and Connor vaulted over the table before going into a roll. The man tried to swing a foot out and his forearm blocked the blow. He spun on his back and shot two more shots up. The first went into the man's bare stomach and the second shot clean through the bottom of his mouth and splattered his brain along the top of the doorway. The Wanderer panted quietly before gathering his wits and gathering the ammo they had for the pilfered 9mm pistol. He also went about swapping parts finding a better slide and a cleaner grip before reassembling the pistol. His time with the Brotherhood gave him an eye for better parts, and how to repair properly and in the field.

He ventured further into the motel, his grip on his sidearm solid. He carried the 10mm pistol ever since it was given to him by Amata. It was really the only thing he has left from vault 101. Another convict came around the corner, a cigarette in his mouth. He didn't even have the chance to drag as Connor fired twice. The first grazed his arm and the other skimmed his shoulder. Connor pressed against a wall taking a deep breath. He didn't want to remember the DC Wasteland, not anyone who lived there, not now.

"Oh that tickled!" the man crooned with a malicious laugh.

Med-X. It dulled the pain and could make a man feel like he's invincible. Connor's left arm was shaking wildly. He slammed his arm against the wall to try and sort himself out, to distract himself. He then saw a fireball explode against the wall furthest from him. His senses honed in and he peered around the corner. There was a convict there, wearing spiked metal armor and holding a larger flamethrower in his hand. He squeezed the release and another fireball whooshed by. Connor felt the heat and he stayed still. He was being escorted by the man he shot and another. He swapped the 10mm pistol for the magnum, reloading it.

"Someone looking after the deputy?"

"Yeah, Yvan's got him covered."

"You sure there's someone here? Don't hear nothin'." The other man said, wearing a makeshift leather jacket with two wire collar guards.

"I'm telling ya, there's someone there!"

"Come out and plaaaaay!" the leader called.

Connor sat there, patient. The leader turned to bark orders and he leaned out, firing two shots at the exposed gas tank. The effect was immediate. The leader flew into a wall, the armor melting on his flesh. His screams drowned out the other two panicked yelps and the four shots it took to take them down, three in one and one in the other. He approached the corpses as he reloaded, taking the ammo and caps and leaving the rest. He passed through the main common room with a lot of makeshift beds and mattresses and a scattering of booze and cups. He saw a blonde haired man kneeling on the floor, arms and legs tied. Connor stepped into, what appeared to be a kitchen, relieved to have a friendly face.

"Watch o-"

The man's warning was late. A blade hissed along his cheek, cutting it wide open. He clutched at it with his right hand and the convict stepped in, slashing left and right to keep Connor at a distance. He was about to follow through with a backslash when he stepped in, grabbing his knife arm with his right hand at the elbow was his left punched twice into his ribs before he followed up with a forearm slamming into his head. The man stumbled back and dropped the knife. It was picked up a moment later and it was returned to sender, buried hilt deep into the man's chest. Connor left the corpse where it lay and approached the man in leather armor.

"Christ ya face…"

"It'll heal. You're the deputy I assume?"

"Deputy Beagle at ya service… Get me out of here, there's a few more up top but nobody will notice if we miss a couple of 'em, eh?"

Connor narrowed his eyes on him. "You're going to help me, Beagle. If you don't I'll just leave you here tied up for the others to find and imagine what they'll see having you with a corpse at your feet with more outside? They might just kill you."

"Alright, alright, ya made ya freakin' point. Untie me damnit."

Connor did with a smile.

The Deputy rubbed his wrists and was given the 9mm pistol Connor repaired. Beagle led the way, apparently having been here before. They went up a set of stairs and eased open a door. The second floor seemed to be in worse condition then the first with rubble planted everywhere and most doors forced open no doubt by the convicts.

"I heard 'em talking about a gun cabinet up here… Reckon it is the least I can do for you since you're helping out here and all."

"Much obliged."

"Don't thank me yet, we need to kill them first."

The pair moved swiftly, the Deputy seemingly eager to be out as quick as he could. He ran into most rooms and surprised the few raiders up and about and killed them before Connor could even get a shot lined up. By the time Connor caught up after checking the bodies he gestured to a room with a broken down pillar that led up to the third floor. He was pressed against one side of the door.

"One guy up there, heard him singin' something to himself. I'll keep guard down here."

Connor pulled out his 10mm and slowly crawled up the pillar. The convict was standing and stretching out, seemingly tired of guard duty before Connor leapt at him. The Courier slammed his face into the wall and fired three shots into his clothed back before he let the corpse drop. He tugged the key free from around his neck and opened the cabinet. It was mostly ammo contained in there, but to Connor's pleasant surprise there was another magnum. He repaired the one he had and grabbed a box of ammo for it before he found another 10mm pistol and repaired his favorite sidearm as well. He grabbed a sawed off shotgun and a few shells from a lower drawer and placed them in the duffle bag.

"Well? Anything useful?" the Deputy asked when he came back down.

"Guns and Ammo, all of its useful."

"Amen to that, now come on. Spent enough time here as is."

The pair were on the first floor in a hurry. Connor noticed the door that led to the small office near the front desk. With a curious brow and a skilled bobby pin use he managed to get the door open. Beagle helped himself to the fridge while Connor took the first aid kit contents and placed it all in his bag. He used a stimpak and injected it into his neck with a scowl. He could already feel his flesh and aching joints starting to knit back together and limber up.

It was morning when the pair came back into the casino. The people were thankful to have their Deputy back and Beagle even shook his hand with a grateful smile. "Thank ya, but now Primm needs a sheriff."

"You're deputy aren't you? Can't you just take over?"

"There's a chain of command unfortunately… There's an old sheriff who's up in the NCRCF building there. Meyers I think his name is and I figure the NCR here could be useful but I figure martial law isn't all what's cracked up to be."

Connor gathered his things placed under the watchful eye of Johnson Nash, a name he got after he returned.

"I'll think of something for Primm. You have my word on that."

That was the only answer he could give as he made his way outside. There was nothing but a grim line on his lip as he made his way back across the bridge. The same soldier who flagged him down the first time did so again.

"I saw you exit the building with the Deputy, good job on that."

"Thank you, Beagle mentioned something about an ex-con who used to be a sheriff up at the NCRCF?"

"He'll need to be pardoned, and as I mentioned if he can get another unit we can take control over the town. Both decisions will take you to Mojave Outpost, just south-west of here. Follow the highway you can't miss it."

Connor gave a small nod and peered to the south. His fingers playing with the grip of his pistol as he started his trek. The wind was howling in his ears and the sun was beating down on his cut open cheek. He brought his duster further around himself and felt the weight of his duffle bag. Nothing but his thoughts and the scruff of the boots on the highway was paid any mind.