Fallout New Vegas: Wasteland

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She sat up on her knees and opened her eyes, blinking a bit as her sight started to gradually come back. Her head throbbed in pain, and looking down she could see that her hands were covered and bound tightly. This was apparent when she tried to flex her fingers and move her wrists; though they were stayed bound.  Confused and still dazed from a blow to the head, she thought back to the last thing she could remember.

"You got what you were after, so pay up." Said a gruff voice coming from ahead of her.

"Your cryin' in the rain paly." Replied another voice; this one sounded more calm and sophisticated. At this point she obviously knew something was wrong, and continued to try to free her hands from their tight bondage.

"Guess who's wakin' up over here." Yet another voice called, sounding a lot like the first. She looked up knowing that, whoever this was, they were obviously referring to her. Three men were the first thing she saw. The two standing on the left and right appeared to be from some type of group of thugs. The one on the right had a bright orange Mohawk and a shovel in his hands. Both were dressed in some general clothing put together from things found in the wasteland.

The one in the middle intrigued her the most. He was wearing a fairly nice pre-war suit and his hair was slicked back nicely; he was finishing up smoking a cigarette. This wasn't someone you would generally see wandering the wastes, not unless they lived in some sort of town or populated area.

The last thing she noticed was the a lanky tree and the full moon in the a background shining against the dark sky.

"Time to cash out." The well dressed man said as he squashed out his cigarette but and turned to her.

"Will you get it over with." The man on his left insisted, sounding fairly inpatient. The well dressed man held his finger up silencing him.

"Maybe Khans kill people without looking them in the face, but I ain't a fink. Dig." He said plainly, and turned back to the women in front of him as the man on his left clenched his fists. Reaching into his coat with his right hand he pulled out a circular object.

"You made your last delivery kid." The finely dressed man stated, and put the object back in his coat.

"Sorry you got twisted up in this scene." He continued as he pulled out a pistol of some sort. She looked at it, shocked and already knowing what the outcome of this situation would be. He spoke again, and she looked up.

"From where your kneeling this must seem like an 18 karat run of bad luck." He pointed the gun at her.

"Truth is, the game was rigged from the start." He pulled the trigger, and everything went black.