Arknights: Fractured Memories

NV-ST-3 A Different Perspective

A young bounty hunter was currently working on his equipment near a camp, he was cleaning his 9mm smg before the person who hired him called out to everyone. He quickly did the finishing touches before he put it back inside its holster in his bounty hunter jacket, and quickly put on his cowboy hat as he walked up to the rest of the group.

He was slowly making a name for himself as a competent bounty hunter, always getting the job done. He didn't think that the others were needed and that he could definitely just do it alone but apparently once some people caught wind that he was hired for this bounty they warned him not to go.

He laughed at them, sure that whatever or whoever he had to deal with was something he could easily do. I mean, he killed a deathclaw before for pete's sake!

He just shook the thought from his head with a cocky smile and looked over to the rest of his team.

He looked over to the first one. He was a somewhat tall male with greasy black hair wearing a blue button-down shirt alongside pinstripe pants. The man obviously a powder ganger and if you somehow missed that from his clothing then the big 'ol NCRCF printed onto the back of his shirt would've made it even more obvious. The man seemed to have his pockets filled up, one with dynamite and the other having some sort of firearm, probably a 9mm pistol.

'Guess we have a demolitionist, even if he's a lowly powder ganger.'

He looked over to the next one and woah he wasn't expecting that! He didn't expect to be looking at a 7' foot plus behemoth of a man! He wore an entire suit of metal armor, which seemed to be reinforced for further protection, His helmet appeared to be an open faced metal headgear with a welding helmet attached onto it, completely hiding what the big man looked like under the armor. He also noted that the man seemed to only have two ballistic fists as his weapons, not that he seemed to need anything else since the wrist mounted shotgun fists do quite a lot of havoc on their own.

'Damn I didn't expect the motherfuckin cavalry to be here, glad to have him on my side. Now I wonder if he'll answer my question on how the fuck he looks unbothered by the blazing heat of this damn desert.'

The last one was a female who had blonde hair and wore a gray jacket over a white tank top with a brown satchel bag, she also wore brown cargo pants which had pouches attached to the belt and brown boots. She didn't seem to have any sort of firearm on her but he was willing to bet that she had a piece and it was just hidden.

'I can't tell what role she'd fill but I'm gonna take a shot in the dark and say medic. I think I've seen those type of clothes on em before.'

He finally paid attention to the man who hired them and decided to make this ragtag group of mercenaries, he wore a suit for some reason but he honestly didn't even feel like asking why or how he dealt with wearing that after seeing the man in full metal armor not even be slightly bothered by the heat.

"Well then," The hirer started, "Now that you're all here. I'll give you the finer details on this bounty."

He gave them all dossiers and he started reading it.

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Name: Unknown (Uses Six as his name but there is a lot of doubt that Six is his real name)
Date of Birth: Unknown
Place of Birth: Unknown
Sex: Male
Allegiance: Unknown (Appears to be a Wild Card of sorts, has NCR connections)

Biography:
Randall's protege, aka "The Courier" is the apparent culprit behind the downfall of many people. Good and bad. Information on this person is incredibly sketchy, but our sources indicate "The Courier" has accumulated a substantial body count, multiple of which are quite influencial, thus giving him a large accumulated bounty reward. Further investigation is recommended if you plan on going after this man.