The courier was almost there to the Strip to complete his delivery, but he was ambushed by some men before losing consciousness. Only a few more hours and he would of been celebrating at The Tops. But, he was attacked by a group of men and someone got behind him and hit his head with a baseball bat. It was night time as the courier slowly woke up from the long slumber to see that his hands were tied up. There was an argument going on, but he didn't care about it and he tried to get out of here. He didn't even know where he was at, but he needed to leave right this second. The courier kept trying to free himself, but someone saw him moving around.
"Guess who's waking up over here?" a voice was heard as the courier looked up and saw three men surrounding him. Two of the men looked like they were apart of some tribe within the wasteland. Maybe they were Fiends? The one man to his right looked as if he's hooked up on jet or meth. But, the middleman was something else entirely new. His suit made sure that he wasn't some savage looking for the next score. He had to be from New Vegas or one of the wealthy families in the Hub. The young man took one last hit from his cigarette, before dropping it to the ground as he looked at the courier waking up.
"Time to cash out." the man said as he crushed it out with his foot and walked towards him.
"Would you get it over with." the man to the courier's left said as he was getting annoyed by the entire situation. He looked like he wanted to just shoot the fucker and get paid.
The suited man raised his hand to shut the guy up while keeping eye contact with courier. He kept a serious look as he said to the man, "Maybe Khans kill people without looking them in the face, but I ain't a fink, dig?" Then, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the chip. The chip that the courier was supposed to deliver to the Strip, but the wealthy man had it now. The gray chip shined in the darkness, it was one of the special kind of chips made for one of the casinos to show off.
"You've made your last delivery, kid." the man addressed the courier as he showed off the chip before putting it back in his pocket. He then pulled out a 9mm pistol while talking, "Sorry you got twisted up in this scene." The 9mm pistol was one of the courier's favorite weapons to use as a form of protection. It was cheaper to repair with spare parts and it's bullets were easy to find all over the place. It was coincidental, that a 9mm pistol would be the weapon that kills him. The courier looked at the pistol before looking up at the man, grinning.
"From where you're kneeling it must seem like an 18-carat run of bad luck." the man said as he taunted the courier with the pistol before aiming it at him. All that he could hear was his breathing before the man spoke one last time as he shrugged his shoulders, "But, truth is... the game was rigged from the start."
He fired his pistol only once as the courier's body fell into the shallow grave. The group of men looked at the body before the suited man turned towards one of the men, snapped his fingers, and pointed at the grave. It was time to bury him. It only took a few minutes to cover up the grave enough that no-one would notice the new addition to the place. Later, the men left the graveyard and went to celebrate at the local bar just down the hill. Silence fell into the graveyard as nothing was making any sound until a hand appeared out of the grave. The courier was still alive from the gunshot that would of killed somebody else, but he needed help. He reached for the edge of the grave and rose up. It looked like the dead was coming back to life.
He gasped for air as he was trying to get out of the grave before death took him away. Then, he saw the light of New Vegas and used all of his strength to get out of that hole. The courier crawled out of his grave as he cried out in pain and was slowly losing consciousness again. He crawled as far as he could towards the light. He kept telling himself that he shouldn't have accepted the job at all and returned back to the Hub. The caps were too good to refuse and he thought that he could of had fun down in the Strip. Now, he was going to die. He reached towards the New Vegas lights out in the distance before he finally passed out and his hand fell to the dirt. The courier knew that New Vegas was the place where cheaters and liars lived, but he never thought that he was just another victim waiting for them to come out of the darkness. He guessed the man was right.
The game was rigged from the start...