Randall sat in front of the fire that burned so brightly before him. He'd occasionally toss a small piece of wood or tinder onto the flames to keep it going. A metal contraption was positioned on top of the fire, there was a handle that Randall was slowly turning as time went on. A large piece of bighorn meat was impaled on the metal contraption and spun with the metal bar as Randall spun the handle. Both of Randalls machetes lay on the ground next to him while the combat knife he hid in his boot sat on his cross legged knee. His pistol sat in its holster where it always sat. He took down his hood to reveal his red hair, darker than the red of the fire. His eyes contrasted with his hair, they were a teal colour that was different from most within the wasteland. The radio from [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EYML2gZyqpQ]his pip boy played merrily[/url] while he cooked the meat.

Eventually the meat was ready and Randall could finally stop spinning. He used the combat knife on his knee to pry the meat off of the contraption without risking burning himself, he used the two machetes in their sheathes to stop the meat from being contaminated by the sand and dirt of the ground. He was soon eating the well cooked meat about as ravenously as a starved coyote who just found a crippled wanderer. He was soon finished and ready to sleep before he was promptly interrupted by a rather weary looking courier. The courier handed him a holotape and waited a bit for what seemed to be a tip. Randall didn't exactly take kindly to the outgoingness of the courier, he made him run off by unsheathing his machete to give him the message. He inserted the holotape into the pip boy he had scavenged off of some plucky vault kid who was desperate to fight and listened to the message. It was V's voice. He explained that he had a job for Randall to do, but it required teaming up with some guy called 'Jackson' and a few other creeps. He preferred working alone to working with people he couldn't trust. He sighed recalling the massive favour that V had actually done for him in helping him escape Caesar. Randall thought it over for a second before packing his equipment up and beginning to set out on his way.

[centre]~~~~2 Days Later~~~~[/centre]

Randall arrived at Madison's bar. He opened the door and took a seat at the bar. He ordered some Rum & Nuka. For 25 caps it was a bit of a rip-off, but Randall had a mighty thirst to quench and regular Nuka Cola wouldn't do. He never really took to sunset saspirilla either. He looked to the trench coat wearing man next to him.
"You're not, Jackson by any chance are you?"