Scattered Across the Mojave (Male Courier)

Do you ever wonder, right before ****, what goes through a man's mind?

If you ask the Courier, he'd say a bullet. He had a weird sense of humor like that. It wasn't so humorous when he found himself staring down the barrel of the most polished handgun he'd ever seen someone actually use. A man in a checkered suit with two goons had jumped him outside a saloon in some shithole town on his way to New Vegas. The delivery sounded pretty low risk, just take some rusty old gauntlet to the lucky 38, get paid a handsome sum, and then blow all his money on cheap liquor and Gomorrah whores. He didn't think it would have a brief detour through the local graveyard and then 6 feet under. The Courier struggled all he could, but the goons sure knew how to tie a knot. Benny, or at least who the goons called Benny, kept the gun trained on the Courier as the goons finished digging the Courier new sleeping accommodations. As the last shovel full of sandy soil left the hole the goons climbed out and waited on Benny to finish the business.

"Sorry things had to end up like this pal, but I guess the deck just wasn't in your favor this time around. I'm sure to you, this gauntlet looks like some museum piece dug out of the rubble, but I assure you that have actually been carrying one of the most important things in the whole damn world in that dirty rucksack of your. Hopefully you can take some solace in how close you came to so much more than your simple life as a delivery boy. Any last requests?"

Benny removes the gag in the Courier's mouth.

"Yes, Please don't shoot me."

"Well, can't really do that, wise guy. Any other requests?"

"Well can you at least let me have one last nuka cola?"

Benny nods to one of the goons who grabs a bottle of the famous soda out of the Courier's belongings and pops the cap. He holds the bottle of lukewarm cola to the lips of the Courier, who gulps down the sweet liquid. As soon as he finished, the goon drew back and Benny stepped forward, gun trained on the Courier.

"Sorry pal, but time's up."

And with a bang, it all went dark.

That is, until he woke up in Doc Mitchell's house.