You walk through the streets of Primm with a finger on your trigger. Finding the mail place was easy enough; it was the Mojave Express. They even had a sign, or what was left of one. However as you approached you could hear voices in the distance. Those voices began shouting, and shouting turned into gunshots. As you’d get closer you’d be just in time to see a three men armed with some pistols surrounding a fresh dead corpse. They wore matching blue uniforms with cheap armored vests, some of them wearing trooper helmets. Looked like some unfortunate courier had just been gunned down in cold blood, and right in front of the Mojave Express as well.

The three men, Powder Gangers, were chuckling to themselves as they looked through the dead body for valuables. They wouldn’t notice you at all.