So here's how my day started: waking up in a random bed in some one brahmin pit stop, after getting pulled out of a shallow grave and getting a bullet dug out of my skull.
Til yesterday, I was just a courier, running packages across the wastes for a couple caps. Regular pay, get to see the sights, travel the Mojave.
For my troubles on this last run, I got a new scar and they took the package for good measure. Now, I got nothing. The doc set me up with a little food and some water, but with no package to deliver, I'm not getting paid for this.
How I figure it, I got no reason to head home empty handed. That job sucked anyhow. I quit. I still haven't seen Vegas yet, and there's always ways for a motivated individual to get by in the Mojave.
OK Nevada, let's do this.
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