Jingle, Jangle, Jingle
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Courier Six. A new employee of the Mojave Express. He has been hired buy an unknown man to trek across the entire wasteland to reach D.C with an equally unknown package. The reward? 50,000 caps. People would much more for much less in 2275, and this is his best shot to finally make a name for himself in the Mojave Express.
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