Sunrise Sector - Freeside
New Vegas, Nevada
“There you are! I was wondering what was taking you so long,” J worried. “Just some argument over caps, nothing to worry about.” “Good, good. So I got a tip on some work. Easy stuff but doesn’t pay to well...but it’s something,” J explained. “We can’t keep being bottom feeders J. We need to start making moves or something to get the hell out of here...and I think I found exactly what we need to do.” I began to walk to the spot where I was told by the man offering a job. It lead me to a run down alleyway that turned a corner to a steel blast door. “What’s this? You ain’t going to cap me are you?” J joked. “Not today,” I laughed back. I then walked up to the door and knocked. Within a minute or so, a opening in the door slide open and I was greeted by women whose looks showed deformity. “Yeah?” The raspy voice of the women spoke up. “We’re here for the job.” “200 caps total is the pay. You in?” “Nah, add a 800 and we got a deal.” “I don’t think so. For 200 I can hire at least 5 thugs for the help I need.” “For 1000, you’ll get the job done with us and you won’t have to worry making it out alive. So what’s it going to be?” The women eyed our equipment and gear to see if we were legit and worth the price. She then closed the latch and unlocked the door. I looked back at J and he signalled a thumbs up. This was the start of some serious cap making...
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The sad truth about trash.
Nobody cleans it, nobody cares about that old stuff.
Nobody feels responsible.
As I write my thesis about sustainability, this makes me double sad.