The Hub, a metropolitan sprawl, where anything and everything could be found in one city. The sun was setting over the city, casting the world into an amber haze, lights were starting to come on in stores and homes, and the homeless scurried into allyways and public accommodations for the night. Titus walked down the center of the road as day turned to night, he observed as food stands and merchants packed up for the night, rather quickly one might add and saw people locking doors and shutting shutters but there was one thing he didn't see, NCR police. They were all drafted to the army to guard the borders, most people were nervous of a major invasion by the legion, Titus usually scoffed at the idea, the legion-NCR line was far away from Hub. He was following instructions given to him by "Mr V", he still wasn't sure who his mysterious benefactor was, he only knew his handwriting from all the notes and letters he got giving him instructions and now he was in the Hub following another lead from a bother mysterious note. He hoped it was worth his while, the money that was meant to be enclosed with the package was missing, so he had to pay for his passage into the NCR out of his own (sparse) pockets. As he checked the note he heard someone calling out to him, he looked up from the note and looked down, the sound of the voice clearly coming from below him.
"hey mister." [s]a skinny boy[/s], ('no. It was a skinny girl', 'I'll amend it sir.'), a skinny girl called again from under him, so caked in filth and so rough looking that at first glance she appeared a boy, "can I have cap?", she looked at him with glassy eyes, her ands clutching the hem of her tatty dress. Titus sighed through his bandana.
"here.", he stuffed his hand into his pocket and pulled out two caps he tossed them to her one at a time, "one for food," he said "and one for a cola.", she looked up at him with glee and raced towards him and clutched his leg.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" she squeed as she embraced his leg in a maniacal like grip.
"you're welcome," he said awkwardly, looking down at the small girl that enmeshed his leg, "now get!" he barked, shaking his leg furiously to dislodge the little girl. She let go and ran off down a side and away from Titus, "children." he mumbled under his breath as he continued forward.
He was at the location, a run down car workshop, he looked back down at the letter confused, 'you shall find my contact at the classy place specified down below' wrote Mr V, however this must have been the opposite, he was going to go in when he noticed another track of footprints leading in. They were large deep foot prints with horizontal lines as the tred, 'must be armored.' thought Titus as he crouched down to rub his fingers on the print, he brought them to his nose and sniffed, 'power armored' he deduced from the heavy smell of hydraulic fluid. He pulled out Right hand and loaded a mag if AP rounds, he creaked the door open and peered in, suspicions correct. Titus sighted down on the armored man, "you work for V?" he called out, crosshairs directed at the mans head.