《2278》 Chapter 1 Just where the hell am I?! I was on my way home, when I left work, it was late at night so I kinda was dozing off.The late night bus is my usual transport since I don''t own a car or anything like that. I remember closing my restless eyes for a little.....When I opened my eyes, everything was different, I feel different. The way my body moves and breath is different. I lifted my head from a solid desk, in front of me is an old key, an old ham radio and a destroyed computer from the 80s, a hole takes the place of where the screen needs to be. It''s an ancient computer really, the ones with the keyboard and screen joined altogether.... Wait a minute!. I jump from the chair that I was sitting making a glass bottle, that was laying on the desk, roll, and crash onto the floor.I am panicking, the belief of being kidnaped is invading my head..... ???? ???? Several minutes passed by of me staring at the single door of this room waiting for someone to show up. I am alone.I looked all around the room, checking on every corner in search of an answer. A wind passed through the multiple holes in the walls. I turned around, behind me are 4 rusty metal lockers, I stood up to check on them.On top of the lockers, are a green rectangular metal case and a metal box.Barrels, tires and a generator populate the room, all of them covered in dust and dirt. The particular green metal box has a small description and.... are those bullets draw on the side of the box? Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere.I have staled enough, it''s time for me to get out of here. As I turn around facing the door, a peculiar glow from the floor calls my attention. Huh? what is this blue light? I looked at the side of the desk on the floor among the shards of the broken bottle, I discovered a small object with glowing blue light. I picked up, and it was a bottle cap, on the underside was a blue star. The bottle cap, in particular, had barely visible yellow "S" logo on the other side. Heh funny, the glowing star reminds me of that drink called Sunset Sarsapa.... it looks like a...... no way.... The wrapper! I need to find the bottle''s wrapper! Hah! Here is it! I pick the wrapper from the broken pieces of the bottle, with care so I don''t damage the wrapper nor cut myself, I may as well be one of the clumsiest people on earth. I held the wrapper with one hand and tried to read the description, it was a scrambling mess, just how old is this thing? As I turned the wrapper with the other hand to check for the main logo, my eyes trembled, I feel how the blood leaves my face and my brain turns off. S-sarsaparilla....It isn''t fake, this the real deal...... it''s a legit bottle of Sunset Sarsaparilla. The computer from the 80''s..... The green metal box....it''s an ammunition box... It''s this a joke?! Chapter 2 I am connecting dots here. Getting out of this room is necessary for me to reach a conclusion. I walk towards the door and open it, the handle rusty, I apply more strength to it. The sun is strong and makes advert from it, I cover my eyes with my hand, using as a protection. A vast and empty desert now lay before my eyes, a long road and a truck. "This is happening...." I can''t think of a particular reason, ?why is this happening? How is this possible!? My life....I have a life back in my world! You have to be joking. Everything I had or owned at something is now...gone? Every relationship, every one-time conversation has just now disappeared? But....why? D-Does this mean that I died? Does this mean something at all? This has to be some a dream! I can just wake up still be on the bus! I pinch myself in the cheek, check how many fingers do I have on my hands, I scream and stomp on the ground..... But nothing happens, I am not waking up....I am not going to wake up. I am feeling dizzy and nauseous. From my messenger bag resting on my side, I took a plastic water bottle and take a sip. The cool water passes through my throat and calms me down. Reminds me that I am still wearing my regular office outfit from work, a long-sleeve button-down dress shirt with a dark pair of straight jeans and a pair of sneakers. I need to start rethinking my situation, I need to keep it together... If this is truly happening to me......I cant just break appart...this world isn''t forgiving at all. I-I need to calm down, my hands are shaking and sweating. Glancing behind me turns out the room was a shack in the middle of the desert built nearby a long road, a highway by the looks of it, poorly taken care of. A few steps in front of the shack there is an old pickup truck with a suitcase on its bed. Regardless I continue my exploration, just behind the shack is a rundown twin-engine jet, from the looks of it, it''s been ages since has been used. "Wait, a minute....this plane...is". Yeah, I recognize it now, these are remnants of an old skydiving school. Roughly I have an idea of where I am, but still, without a map thing will complicate for me. I walked into the highway, taking a north-west road, I come across all sort of vehicles. Not a single of them is functional and any damage to them could cause a small but concentrated explosion since most of them ran on nuclear energy. They typically run on electric engines drawing power from onboard batteries or nuclear powered with a small reactor to the rear of the vehicle, but vehicles running on petrol also exist. Functioning cars are rare in this world nowadays, but this does not mean that there are no old vehicles that have been kept functional or that someone out in the wastes could not have invented and adapted their own vehicles. ?Just who knows? "Now that I think more peacefully, things aren''t that bad, I have to reach a city or settlement, maybe get directions? Yeah! I can do this!" I lift both of my arms in the middle of the road while walking, immediately putting them on my side "........" Man, fast travel was sure something nice.... *gewk* Huh? I turn around and behind me, not much tall than one meter, was a reptilian looking creature standing on its own two feet. Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions. Oh, a gecko. I remember this creature, a carnivorous reptile, they are the first enemies you encounter as the protagonist. They a pair of fins behind their head and orange tinted eyes along with a grayscale, their natural coloration and size differ highly based on species so this one must be a young adult. Geckos can be found living across the entire Mojave Wasteland, different species tend to live in different areas. There are three types of gecko in the Mojave: the normal gecko, the golden gecko, and the fire gecko. Another species, the green gecko, is found in Zio-. *gawk* gwek* *gwik* Three more geckos appear from behind the first one. "Gweek!" "Gweek!" The four of them opened their mouth revealing their small but sharp teeth and began to march towards me. Oh... right.... a gecko. Almost at the same time, I began to opposite direction. Geckos.... fuck! Geckos go on hunt in groups! In the game, they are nothing but pest but this is entirely different! Their way of attacking is the same, they charge at opponents with their mouths open and attack rapidly, by biting and with swipes from their clawed hands "Gweek! Gowk!" Dammit! Why! Why is this happening to me! Even though they are the least dangerous species of gecko found in the Mojave, they are scary! I just have to keep running! I can outrun them, in a matter of minutes will be at Goodspr- *thud* "!!!" My right foot step on a small crack on the road, making fall magnificently on the ground. I tried to get up. Wasting no time, one the geckos latch onto my left foot, digging his teeth deep. "ARGH! You son of a bitch!" The sudden pain shocked my body making me fall again. Small tears began to form around my eyes. I kick the young gecko on the head, not one, not two but four times trying to make some damage into him. On each kick I gave, he put more pressure on my leg .On my last kick, I felt something different, I felt everything more accurate than before as if time had stop itself. The pain on my foot stopped and so did my fear, I feel calm but cold too.The four geckos aren''t moving Huh? The one biting me is injured, if I blow him in the head one more time...Somehow after making my decision, instantly my leg extended and reach the head of the gecko, stomping with much force than before. A small crack noise on the head made him open his mouth and fall back, stunned. "G-wee..k" Blood began to sweep from his eyes and nose. Another jumped from behind me tried to chew my left arm, other tried to divert me grazing me with its claws on my right arm. I kicked and tried to slap them away but I am just so weak that it''s frustrating. The one trying to bite me finally did an on my upper arm, sinking its teeth violently "Argh! Stop!" I am outnumbered and flanked from all sides. The third gecko advanced in front of me and went on to bite in my head. What a shitty way to die.... Killed by geckos...I didn''t even got to see Vegas... *BANG* The third gecko goes down on his back, with a shot in the middle of his eyes. Chapter 3 Things went from bad to downright worse.... After the geckos got slaughtered, I shifted around to thank my savior, turns out, it was a group raiders. Raiders are hostile humans, lawless, drug-addled who roam the wastes looking to fuck up everything they encounter. Raiders have no alliances with other factions and will attack everyone but other raiders or slavers. They are rather cruel as places they inhabit filled with the mutilated bodies of anyone who comes across them. Raiders have no alliances with other factions and will attack everyone but other raiders or slavers. Depending on the raider gang, most raiders gang members are commonly poor equipped, with the majority of them being limited to low-level melee weapons such as knives or lead pipes. One or two in a group of 4-6 may carry a 10mm pistol or a varmint rifle. And this is no exception either, the group who rescued me are 5 men with nothing that a varmint rifle and 10mm pistol among other crude melee weapons. I guess I should look the good side, at least they weren''t drug addict maniacs like Fiends, now that raider gang is a whole other deal. Anyways, while laying on the ground, they gave me a good beat down, laughing at me for being defeat by geckos. When I woke up I received a job, carry a heavy backpack with tools, drugs, parts for making tents and junk. In a matter of hours, I became the group''s mule. At daylight, we do a LOT of walking. No idea of where I am on the map anymore. At night I am to make the tents among all any heavy work or request, sometimes they smack me around for fun. While they sleep one keeps watch on me and on any enemies. Of course, I sleep on the ground using my arms as pillows. Right now I am on day three of being a mule, I have eaten nothing at all, only sips from my water bottle. My stomach is grumbling all the time. During this time I come up with a few theories. The world difficulty is in survival mode I can feel hunger, thirst, and sleep. My injuries on my arms, foot, the bruises on my entire body haven''t healed like in the game, in fact, they are getting worse. I can use V.A.T.S. this gives me an absolute advantage against everyone! It''s tricky to use but if I focus and concentrate in someone is possible. Now, what is V.A.T.S.? Is the ability to shoot specific parts of anyone in a turn-based combat system in exchange of action points. Action points are like a stamina bar. You can miss or do a critical, it all depends on your luck and probability percent on hitting that part. And my final theory, the world recognizes me as a player but not as the main protagonist from the game, using V.A.T.S. is more than enough proof. So far I haven''t tried anything like escaping or trying to steal a gun since I was at gunpoint for the most of the time and I am outnumbered. They lowed their guard as I practically obeyed every single demand, now they see me as a joke, a coward, an idiot. Which is perfect, they won''t see it coming. Today at night they are going to do drugs also knows as chems, in an abandoned car at morning so they will be busy. Among the drugs or chems, there is one that is highly addictive, jet. Jet is an addictive meta-amphetamine first synthesized by a child genius from Reno, now called New Reno. It isn''t hard to make jet, first, you extract the jet from brahmin dung fumes and administered it via an inhaler. Whats a brahmin? A mutant cow with two heads. Don''t ask. "Radiation did it" is the answer to almost everything in this game... Use it on yourself, will boost your Action Points by +15, as well as raising your maximum action points by the same amount for 4 minutes, and has a 20% chance of addiction. Looking through the big bag I found food, one small piece of "meat" caught my attention, it''s was a radscorpion poison gland. Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more. Whats a radscorpion? Large, mutated scorpions. Maybe they hunted one down, ate it and took the gland to use it to coat their knives and stuff? Don''t care. With this, I could mess with their jet, they seem to be low level looking at their weapons and armor, poison from a radscorpion has to be lethal for them. "OI! Mule boy! Keep up the pace!" yelled the main leader of this raider gang. Ugh...not this again, for real, every single sentence the leader yells, no matter how stupid, get encouraged with more words from his followers. "Yeah! You better move faster, those geckos, gonna get you again!" laughed raider number 2 We march in line alongside the road, the goal is to ambush caravans and travelers. Thankfully we haven''t encountered any. I wonder if there is karma here... "Hey, Dec! I am already fucking tired of walking! Let''s make a camp here on the side of the road" yelled Patt, he is at the bottom of the line keeping watch on me from time to time. "Y-yeah, the s-sun is going down.....h.hey....about those c-chems." Stu scratched is neck as stuttered the last sentence. Stu is one of the thinnest and frail people I ever saw, his eyes are dark, drug addiction must be killing him. I am sure that if I wasn''t in a bad shape I could mess him up, sadly that''s not the case. Now that we are gonna rest here, this is my chance! "Alright alright, tch....bunch of bitches, mule boy make the tents already, the rest start securing the area, I want nobody to disturb us tonight" Dec "Hahaha! Hurry up the geckos are behind you haha!" laughed raider number 2 with a dumb look on his face. The group dispersed to all directions, I took out the backpack and dropped on to the ground. The dust and sand from the ground went to the air. "M-my back...." "Come on, work." Patt was casually sitting on a rock gazing the sun, he doesn''t talk a lot, only to rest or to pee. I rest my legs on my knees and took all the equipment from the bag. Patt isn''t looking at me so I''ll make the change now. The tent equipment is made out of junk and broken parts, so it takes me a while to join all the pieces together, that''s why I can work properly now without being too suspicious. I took the jet inhalers from a small leather bag and the poison gland from another pocket of the bigger bag. In the game, you can craft a lot of things if have the skill level to do it. I close my eyes, one jet inhaler is on my right hand while the poison gland is in the other. In my mind, I get the image of the jet and its purpose. Craft poisoned jet. As I open my eyes, on my left hand the gland seemed to be a little squished. On the right hand was the jet intact. Hmm...I wonder... "Hey, Patt...." "What the fuck do you want?" "I was wondering if you wanted this, I just found this under a rock over there" I pointed at some dry bushes. "Oh give me that!" Patt stood up from the rock and snatched from my hand "Heh, I will start ahead of the guys" Patt suck the jet with his mouth and pressed the inhaler button. I quickly saw how the reddish fumes disappeared from the vial containing jet. "Ooooh...yeeah...that''s it!" his eyes widened and his pupils dilated. I walked towards the bag and go on working, I guess it didn''t wor- *thud* Huh? I shifted around and saw Patt on the ground, he had dropped on his back. "Argh...Blurp" saliva was spilling out of his mouth like a frenzied dog, his eyes were flaming. I approached him, so it happened... He is struggling to fight it off kicking the ground violently but he is fading away....his level is way too low... I turned my head to my sides, around my surroundings. It''s time for me to leave. Chapter 4 "Get out! Promise we shoot you," With the 10mm pistol in my hand, I stand up from the rock I am using as protection and go on V.A.T.S. His right leg....76% of hitting him... *twig* *twig* My limit for shooting with this gun is only three times it all depends on my action points, basically, my stamina is full, Still, I have one shot left to make. Mm.... head is at 56%? Yeah, let''s go with that. *twig* In a matter of seconds, my body moves on its own and directs at the raider pulling the trigger with full conviction. *Bang* *Bang* "What the fu-" The weight of his body makes him slowly collapse. *Bang* And he falls to the ground. It''s critical, the bullet goes through his head. He didn''t even realize what was going on. "You are dead now!" "Ooohh! I love when they fight back!" One of the raiders takes the opportunity and fires several times at me, many of the bullets miss me but one hits my shoulder. *tzing* *zing* *tzing* More projectiles come from other angles but they it the ground, I go to cover. "Will you just... stand still!" "Hah! Do you like the sight of your own blood?!" I don''t feel the pain yet, maybe this is adrenaline? Fuck! This is bad, I thought they lost track of me back at the hills. When I escaped, I stole a 10mm pistol, food and the chems. I also hid the backpack and went on my way to the nearest hills since is a tricky terrain I figured they wouldn''t be able to chase me. But they did, I was about to get out of this small canyon. Night is coming soon, I need to hurry. My safest bet is going south and try to find the main road again. At this point, I already left the official game map, I need to go back. Yeah the Mojave Outpost, I can trade and gather information there. "Come out where ever you are fucker! Promise you will die fast!" Man, I never expected them to put out this much, for a bunch of NPC that is... stealing the chems from them, wasn''t that much of a good idea. I can only fire two times now, hmm the one near me is Dec, he is the leader. Killing him might discourage the two raiders left. I get out of cover. Oh shit! I lift my arm and shoot a bullet. My ears vibrate from the sudden commotion. V.A.T.S.! V.A.T.S.! Phew! Dec is right next to me, knife in hand. Did he charge at me? He caught the bullet on the left shoulder. Shooting outside of V.A.T.S. way different, I was surprised Easy move, I use my action points on him plus he is close there is no way I can''t miss. *twig* *twog* What? I Can''t shoot? But I have enough points to do it! No.... it''s, not the action points... it''s the ammo. *tweg* Let''s cancel that, I need to take him out in one turn. *twig* It has to be in the head. My arm straight its self and aims directly at his head, everything moves in slow motion. As I point the gun, the bullet impact from before shifts Dec''s shoulder. At the same time, he moves his right arm up and begins to drive it downwards *Bang* The bullet flies into the air, Dec''s puts weight into the arm going downward. I will miss the head, the bullet trajectory is off. Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there. Dec is staring straight at me, such anger he perceives he''s been shot yet he doesn''t care at all The bullet presses into his throat, it passes through like nothing. I guess his throat is close enough Slowly the time speeds up. *tuck* Dec''s eyes are wide open, the bullet pierced the right side of the neck. His right arm was facing me, his palm his open. I look at my chest. There is a knife lodged in it. I look over at Dec, he straightens his back and blunders backward. Holding his neck with one hand, the blood escapes between his fingers. He coughs spilling blood from his mouth. "Oh, shit he got Dec!" "Fuck! Let''s go get him now!" "Are you nut?! That fucker took three of us already!" My vision begins to darken, the knife has caused more damage that I can take. My body can''t keep up with this anymore. I am going to die, it''s over. I fall on the ground, my conscience slips away. ****** Urgh... my body feels terrible... My throat and my mouth are dry. I open my eyes. The sky is dark and full of stars. I am still in the desert, an orange light is illuminating the surroundings. I can hear the crackle of wood. Huh? Why am I laying on a fabric on the ground? My chest... Where is the knife? "Ah, You have woken up," I turn my head around, a man with gray hair and thick beard gazing over me. He sits on a dry log next to a bonfire, he is wearing a straw cowboy hat with a wide brim, curved to the sides, indents at the top and at the temples, and a thin black band at the base. A rattan cowboy hat, huh? Nostalgic. "H-how" I struggle to talk while getting up, but my body isn''t behaving as it should. "Hey, easy now, you have been out for hours now" He smiles and walks over me with a wooden cup on his hand "You are lucky that we found you " he hands me the cup, it contains a brownish liquid "Here, drink this" This man doesn''t seem like a threat, I am dying for a drink so I take a sip. It tastes like just like bark tea "After that, I patched you up and brought you here," The tea fills my body with warmth. "That should get you back on your feet in no time," He goes back into the log and sits "The name is Dunn by the way," "My name is...." Oh right... what should I do? In this world I don''t have a name, I shouldn''t exist at all.... Should I tell him the truth or go with my game name? "Bad memory heh? Don''t worry I don''t blame ya, not after the state I found you in," He takes out his hat and scratches his head "Tell you what for now, let''s get you on your feet ok?" "W-why...." "Huh?" "Why are you helping me?" He looks at me and seems to be reflecting on my question, then he says "Cause you were in need" with a grin. "...." "Oh that''s right, I forgot" He searches behind him and pulls my messenger bag "I found this next to you" "O-oh... thanks," He hands me the bag and I check the contents, everything is here. The supplies I took from the raiders along with chems. Dunn gave me food and water, he told me to keep resting for the night. I didn''t argue.... I know that I shouldn''t trust him just like that..... The food and the water were well recieved by my body, god... I just couldnt keep going like this... Tears are swelling from my eyes as I fall sleep...... Chapter 5 Ahh, Its good to be back! My body is fresh and new. My Health is 100% definitely. I couldn''t stop thinking about the raiders, it felt real.... it WAS real... This isn''t a game at all. Yesterday I was so tired that I slept like a log. The bedroll I am sleeping sure helped me out, sleeping on the ground is horrible after all. Dunn isn''t here. I am not wearing my clothes, only my boxers. My body feels different, there are irregularities, moles and small scars from scratches are gone. Did I always have this much body hair? My messenger bag is at my side, along with the 10-mm pistol, with no ammo. This pistol, also called N99, is one of the most common weapons found in the wasteland. The N99 is able to be easily restored to working order by anyone with even the most basic knowledge of firearm mechanics. One of the most durable weapons that survived the war. I better put the pistol in the bag. Hmm, my pocket mirror. I wonder if it''s broken. I open it to see if it was broken and saw my reflection. Huh!? My face!!! This face... my face... This is... The face I have right now, is different from my own... is the one I had in the game! My hair is now messy and blasted back, mid-long and black. A dark 8 o clock shadow across, my now more sharp and defined, jaw. This eyes... mine used to be brown but now they were green. My resting face now looks more serious. I wanted to make the appearance of my character someone badass yet smooth, I''ve always preferred more "grizzled" look to the generic ones we see in the game. I installed mods to change the textures with the goal of creating a more rugged, rough cut, and aged character that would stand apart from all others without just a clever hand in the character generation menu. "Oh you woke up, come here I have some food" A voice came from behind me while inspecting my new face. It''s Dunn Now that I get a closer look at him, he wears a dark brown shirt with orange and mustard-yellow stripes with a white satchel over the shoulder. A typical caravan outfit. Well.... I guess It not all bad, is what I wanted to be in the game right? I''ll save the deal with this face for later, for now, let''s ask some questions. "I have to tell ya, you put up quite the fight! I found you near some bodies, you were in some trouble huh?" his voice is rasp , with an accent only ranchers from West have. "Oh... right, sorry my memories are just fuzzy, what happened to them?" "You managed to shot them down except two raiders, those assholes actually shot at us!" He spits on the ground "Bastards, heh, but now they joined their friends on the ground, me and Whiskey took care of them alright" "Whiskey?" "Oh yah, Whiskey is my guard and associate" "Oh, where is she?" "She went ahead of us this morning to scout the road, we don''t have time for an ambush, she''ll be back in a bit" Dunn took a lunch box from his back "For now let''s get some grub on our ourselves" **** I got dressed and had caravan lunch for breakfast. Caravan lunch is a collection of food items with the harmful radiation removed. Mostly all the consumable items in the game are contaminated by it. This meal is eaten by caravan merchants and construction workers mostly, due to the filling nature of the food and preparation simplicity. Dunn told me he is a caravaneer from the West planning to do business at the Mojave Wasteland, he wants to set up an independent caravan company. Caravaneers go on caravan trips in order to deliver supplies that include food, liquor and the most important resource in the whole Mojave, water. He even owns a brahmin called Betsy. Betsy''s skin is a toasty, dusty orange-red color with dirty brown horns. Her udders have also are abnormally large, on her back, there is a huge load covered with tarps. Yesterday Dunn made an early rest stop at night because Betsy wasn''t feeling too well. That''s when he found me. If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. The year is 2278, March, the game official date is 2281, this is another tremendous advantage. Many important events take place this year, they will definitely shape the Mojave for the worst. We discussed the future, he was heading to the Mojave Outpost, a checkpoint between California and Nevada. After the war, it stood empty and vacant for well over a century. That''s my chance to get back on the official game map. I needed answers. I asked him if it was ok for me to tag along since our path is the same, thankfully he agreed. Dunn put out the fire and packed the bedrolls on Betsy''s back and continued our walk. We reached the road and continued going south. **** "There it is, The Long 15" The I-15 or Interstate 15, The Long 15, is a freeway in the Mojave Wasteland. As a whole, the freeway travels northeast, beginning at Dayglow in California, through the Mojave Wasteland and New Vegas, before heading into Arizona and Utah. I-15 is a four-lane freeway for its entire length within the Mojave Wasteland. It connects New Vegas to the territories of the NCR and is a major trade route for caravans. We encountered a big military camp ahead of us. On our sides are several caravans. Water traders, wandering merchants, guns for hire, people looking score big one a the New Vegas all going the same direction. People going and leaving all trying to make a life. This is progress. Surviving on a devastated world like this.... A two-headed bear flag on the side of the road lets us know who is our dealer for tonight. The NCR, New California Republic. Is somewhat of a "government" established years ago. It''s one three major groups that are strongly present at the Mojave and seeks to control it. They can be called a "government" because the NCR is a democratic federation, modeling itself on the government of pre-War United States. This government is divided into three branches: legislative, executive and judicial. So yeah, plenty of corruption. Along the several caravans and the multitude of people, there are platoons of uniformed men either patrolling or heading to the outpost. Recruits ready to be put to use They are the foundation of the NCR Army, men and women who have either volunteered or have been conscripted to serve in the military. Their backgrounds, level of training, equipment, and even loyalty differ amongst the thousands of troopers. However, the fact that the NCR fields a substantial army all equipped with firearms has given the NCR the edge in numerous wars. They have the numbers, there is no doubt about it. "Oi Whiskey!" Dunn yells ahead to a caravan surrounded by people. Laugh can be heard from that big group. Looks like someone just got knocked out cold by a punch. A woman with a long smile comes out from the multitude. Brown hair covered by a straw hat, blue eyes and few freckles at the nose bridge. She cleans one hand on her jeans. And walks our way. "What the hell you doing, you were supposed to check back on us hours ago!" "Hey! I was gathering information! Now, all we need to do is get our info check up so we can pass" She stretches her arms "Honestly, this is really tirin- "She stops mid-sentence looking at me with a blank expression. Hm... I know her... Her face is familiar "Y-you... Holy shi..." Her eyes wide as he gets closer and closer to my face. It''s a little embarrassing honestly. "Huh? What? Oh, this is the guy? We picked yesterday, dont you remember?" "It was dark, I couldn''t see shit" She inspects my faces very careful "Hmm.... this guy... looks exactly to the guy I was talking you about" "I dunno what you are talking bout, C" Dunn walks her side and pat her shoulder "Come on, we are almost there, let''s get going" Hmm... from where do I know her... ........ OH! She is Cassi- "Courier Six!!!" She yells loudly making several people turn heads our way. "!!!" She proceeds to launch her massive fist to my face, sending me to the ground.