[b][u]Jackson Jones[/u][/b]

[i]Tic tic tic[/i] Jackson's geiger counter set off, he looked down at his pitboy, noticing that the radiation ahead was very high and would kill him in a matter of minutes..even with his suit and natural resistance to low level radiation. 
He checked out his radX and radaway supplies and noticed he was low and wouldn't be able to get through the tunnel. His Father always told him [color=red]No matter the pay, no matter how great you think a find maybe, it is not worth your life. Dont be stupid[/color] With those words resonating through his head Jackson began to turn around, he always stuck by those words on any job he got, though he would seal this place up so once he got some better equipment he could return, His suit though good, didn't give him the best protection against rads, power armor would be needed for this job, but alas to find some is rare, to find some thats working is even more rare but he could live in hope. 

The tunnel he was in stretched on for miles, it would take him at least a week to get the the exit, he quickly scanned the area and checked his pitboy map and noticed there was a small room just a few meters ahead with a ladder going up to god knows where, he was always cautious when going up these places, he unclipped his hunting pistol removing his scope before taking another step. The door was rusted and locked, however not very well, he quickly managed to pick it and slowly entered the room to find nothing but empty cans and bottles, nothing worth selling but at least there was no raiders, ghouls or worse..super mutants. The ladder was on the far wall and appeared to go up quite some distance, 
with any luck this would take him to the surface and not a dead end. 

The climb was slow, and uneasy. Jackson hated heights..good think he worked underground mostly then, as he approached the top he could hear the sound of chatter. pulling his gun out he slowly opened the hatch, the room was dark and the smell of liquor was strong, after waiting for a few moments making sure no one was about he crept out, his low light goggles in his helmet helped him navigate the room safely to some stairs, as he got closer the sound of chatter became louder. peeking through the door he could see what appeared to be a bar and one full of patrons at that, keeping his pistol at hand he slowly opened the door and entered to room. 
luckily no one noticed and he was able to get a seat in a far corner, he had noticed there was a gathering of people all talking to a man called jacobson, and one rather eccentric man, he wasn't from around here, but he spoke What was known in the old world as [i]French[/i] Apprently the lands beyond america all had different languages from the books he had read when scavenging. 
He curiosity got the better of him and he had to go over to this man talking to jacobson [color=blue]"salutations bon monsieur, Your speaking...how you say français are you not?"[/color]  
He was desperate to talk with this man..and would love to learn from him. He then turned and nodded to the other people and at the man he assumed was Jacobson [color=blue]Greetings all[/color]