Fallout: NV Time to get a move along

Fallout: NV What's New is Old..

"Open up!" The next morning I managed to make it out of the establishment and over to the place next door. The Vicki and Vance casino. I was desperately banging on the doors to get inside because I was sure to find out what happened to the Mojave Express company. I'm fairly certain that people were inside this place, as evidence of the many voices and wandering shadows that could be seen from the office windows. "Please! I know there are people in HERE!!" Shouting was not making my situation any better. There were still various predators looking for prey like me outside around the main buildings of Primm. And I just jinxed myself.

"Well well! What a cute one this is!" said a husky male voice in perverse interest from behind me. He was so close I could feel his body heat scorching me. Pressing my upper body flat against the door unnervingly. I let out a shaky breath and closed my eyes. Why the hell do I keep getting into these damn situations..? A foreign object pressed into the small of my back and a dirty hand caressed my neck before tightening it's hold around it. "Now unless you want your sweet ass blown to bits.." He paused to think. "Take off your boots and hand them over. Nice and slow." I still couldn't move with him so close. And I didn't wanna make any sudden movements and give him the impression that I was going to try anything funny. So I stood still, silently, scared to move, but also scared of what he might do if I didn't. Looking behind me cautiously, I gulped and replied "If I c-could move..I would..sir" I'm not even gonna shit you. Man, I was scared. He pushed off of me standing far enough back that he was still close enough to grab me, but initially far enough to allow me to bend over and remove my shoes. "Hurry up. I don't have all day," He growled. As I bent over to untie the first boot, the door I had been banging on heavily flew open, smacking into me. It hit me hard enough in the side to knock the air out of my lungs and pushed me over. But then there was a cocking of a mechanism above me. A shot was taken and the guy who had almost robbed me, was stopped. To be fairly realistic, his head was blown to bits, spraying me with brain-matter, and I was dragged inside. My eyes were widened in horror as I lay on the floor, surrounded by strangers. "Hey Miss, are you alright?" A groggy old voice called out to me. But I hadn't recovered from my most recent experience. Yet, it sounded so familiar, it was scary. Long trembling fingers brushed my cheek pulling stray bits of matter from my warm skin. It was my own hand I soon realized, covered in bloody matter. 

"It's alright Miss, let us help you up." With that, the old voice quieted while the many feet around my body shuffled. They pulled me up slow then let me stand on my own. The kind strangers backed away just enough to give me space, but then again close enough to support me if I collapsed. 

The first thing I made eye contact with was an older individual. Presumably the voice I had been hearing. He was a short male with leathery, bronze skin. We both had trouble recognizing each other. The folds of his worn skin finally rose to reveal his hazel eyes in what seemed to be awareness. "It's you." A dry hand rested upon the apple of my cheek. "Lady 6, You're alive!" An embrace so heart wrenchingly awkward I clenched my teeth to keep from spilling my true feelings. I didn't know who this guy was..and why he was calling me such a name.. "Lady 6.." I murmured, inhaling the funk of his dirty, old long-sleeved sweater. Pulling away, he looked deeply into my eyes, in a peculiar sense of wonder. "Yes. Darlin'.." a long pause before "word got 'round to me that you an' all my other couriers were taken off the map." His hand came up in a motion as if he were slicing his own neck, and then he pretended to die as his head snapped to the side in an imitation death. Tongue peeking out of his thin lips and all. I sucked a breath in silently before calming myself. I had found one of the others outside yesterday..I'm the only one left. Seen alive, I assume.

I apologized for not remembering him, he forgave me and reintroduced himself as Johnson Nash. Johnson told me about the life I lived before. I'd come into the office, always in a happy mood despite all the bad in the wasteland. I worked hard, I was funny, sarcastic and had a fiery attitude. People respected me and knew who I was, even when my status was seemingly unknown. Nash revealed to me that the same day I was signed up to deliver that special package to the Strip, another individual was signed up before me. He dropped the job when he seen my name on the list. Who was that guy?

My thoughts quickly turned pessimistic. Maybe it was meant to happen. Maybe I was meant to become what I am today. But, maybe I was just a victim, what if the whole thing was just a set-up? 

"D-did you know about this Mr. Nash?" I mumbled. The lines of his hidden eyes uncovered themselves again to peer at me, "No ma'am..I didn't know."

 I could detect what seemed  to be insincerity within the depths of his throaty growl of a voice. "You knew..YOU KNEW!" I don't know what made me angrier, the fact that he was clearly lying to my face, or the fact that I didn't know why I was so angry. I stood in sudden rage smacking the table in frustration. Pushing the front of my afro back exposing my scar to Nash I spat in his face. "This is what happened to me! A very generous man and a fucking robot saved my life some time ago! You better tell me all you know o-or I'll.." Looking around for some form of a weapon, I sought out a knife from a nearby countertop. "I'll kill you! I swear I'll do it!" I jabbed in the space near him with the rusted thing to make my point. Killing him wouldn't get me any farther actually, that'd be lost information if I did. "I don't know what brings you to Primm..if you didn't wanna find somethin' that'll hurt your feelin's youngster." Taking a breath he stood slowly resting a hand on the small of his back. Seizing the dangerous tool from me he placed it on the floor before kicking it toward one of the male town's folk. Who immediately picked it up and placed it in a holster on his side before eyeing me suspiciously. 

"To be completely honest..I felt that something bad was coming. When the package was requested to be carried by one of my couriers to a place on the Strip no one has ever been in..it sounded fishy. But how would I look rejecting my services to anyone because of a little bad Juju." I hesitated before submitting, nodding my head in understanding. 

"Besides, I--" "Wait!" I cut his sentence short, "Where was the package going?" A pause. "D-Uuh the Strip, a place called the uuh..Lucky 38." Jumping up I paced around trying desperately to piece things together in my head. The Strip. Package. Wait..what the fuck was I carrying in the first place? I am now aware that mine was the real deal, but what was it? I proceeded to ask Johnson, who in fact had no clue. They just simply told him not to worry and gave him packages that were all deemed valuable. But what were they? And most importantly who tried to kill me? 

I have to get back to GoodSprings.