Legends Of The Mojave: Doctor Harrison

Back In The Cell

Saturday August 5th, 2278
Doctor Wayne Harrison
Entry #15
Mojave Desert

Dear journal, I'm back on the empty road to find my dear parents. Now I've been doing some thinking and I have been hit with an idea. I have the Pack Tracker with me, but it won't do any good until I'm at least 10 miles close to the Followers Pack this was designed for. So, with this being said, I wasn't anywhere close to getting a signal. If only The Overseer would remember where they went.

Well since its harder to find my mother, why not try my dad first? He's a Commander of The NCR, so how hard would it be to find an outpost, or Ranger Station, of one of the top factions of The Wasteland? It all seemed to fit perfectly. I find my dad, and if my mom isn't with him, I find out where they were exploring the day they went missing. According to my compass, I'm heading northeast. I wish I knew which way Vault 859 was.

I'm not seeing anything so far. Just sand, sand, and guess what? More sand. I got plenty of ammo, my water supply is good, but I could kill for some food. Pun not intended. There isn't much to eat though. Seems like this part of The Mojave is just dead.

I don't see any signs of animals, people, or even a single crow. I'm looking to see if there's any town or settlement out in the distant and I'm still not seeing single thing. I swear if I can't find a single small town to help me out I'll need to turn around and head the oth

Monday August 7th, 2278
Doctor Wayne Harrison
Entry #16
New California Republic Correctional Facility

Dear journal, I can't believe what is happening. Once again, I've been captured. This time, it was completely unseen. In my last journal entry, I was writing about how I was looking for a place to lay low. As I was doing so, I was hit in the back of the head with a shovel.

I was knocked out cold. Then I woke up in a dark prison cell. I looked around me and finally saw someone. He was a ginger man with a blue prisoner jumpsuit on. On the back, NCRCF.

I knew what this was. These guys were Powder Gangers. And this place? New California Republic Correctional Facility. This was where prisoners captured by NCR come.

Powder Gangers are prisoners that escaped and just go around robbing towns. They're still the thugs they were when they were thrown in. They're usually in groups and often fight using Powder Charges, Dynamite, 9mm Pistols and SMG's, and C4. All stolen from NCR Troopers. They were all walking around like they own the place.

I looked at the man through the bars of my cell as he was sitting with his back turned toward me and said "Who are you? Why am I here?". He turned to me and aimed a 10mm Pistol at me and said "Sit down on the floor.". I did what I was told. He took out a small radio and spoke into it. "1209 is awake sir...yes sir...right away.".

He looked over at me after putting it up and said "Stand back from the door.". I did what I was told again as 2 more men wearing prison jumpsuits came over with rifles in their hands took me out of the cell and walked me outside and into the cool starry night. I was inside the walls of the prison. Huge walls with barbed wire on the top of them. Only way out is through the gate.

So as I was following the guards, as they instructed me to, one of the guys turned toward me and said "On your stomach!" and hit me in the gut with the butt of their rifle. I held my abdomen in pain and got on the ground on my stomach. I soon heard walking getting closer and closer to me followed by murmur. Then I heard a hollow voice spoke. "Where did you find him?" and a guy replied "Just northeast of here. Near some kinda air base.".

The Man With The Hollow Voice then said "It's a good thing you had brahmin huh?". The other guy sighed. I then felt a tug on the back of my head and I was looking up at the man with the hollow voice. He had dark black tinted glasses and was wearing a prison suit with a cowboy hat. "You sir seem to be a very brave man" he said to me.

I replied "Who are you? What do you want with me?"
He smirked. "We want a little sample of you. We see the lab coat, we see the caps we can get."
"What are you talking about?". The men beside him laughed. "You're a doctor of some sort. Correct?"
I nodded.
"Well, my name shouldn't matter to you. But anyway, we wanna see you in action before we have you sold.
The better you are, the higher the bid." I got completely angry.
"What if I refuse to be sold?"
He took out a .44 Magnum with an extended barrel up to my forehead. "Then I'll-"
"Blow my brains out. I heard it all before." I interrupted bluntly.
"I've been captured and held prisoner by The Fiends, a psychotic man from The Boomers, some snake worshipping, drug addicted gang called The Vipers, and now I'm sitting here once again at gunpoint by a pitiful gang of criminals who only wish to make caps to satisfy their needs for weaponry so they can get revenge on a military much superior then their puny gang. So do it! Kill me motherfucker! I don't care at this point!". I pressed my head against the end of the gun angrily. The men beside them with their guns were aiming at me and shaking in fear. The man just whistled and said "Now that's what I call a vacation in The Wasteland". He laughed. "Looks like you're too useful to kill then. I'm gonna get on my radio after seeing you in action with all your doctor work, and start your bid at 50,000 Caps."

The men behind him picked me up on my feet as the man looked in my eyes. "You'll be kept in a cell. You should be out of here in about 5 days. Maybe a week. Who knows?". Then they threw me in a cell with a chemistry set and my stuff. Except for them confiscating my weapons, I could make use. So I'm a prisoner once again. Surprise?

Doctor Harrison out.