" I am alone again. The noise, the chatting, the annoying sounds made me crazy. Too many fresh faces in this NCR lookout, too many dead old ones and way too many wounded" The old man sighed.
In a lightend tent, the shilouette of the old man blocked the view to the outside, only the wind entering through the slightly opened entrance.
"Sometimes i hope that those who even faintly got near to me would die with their face burried in the mud, it would make the parting easier." Again a deep breath before the figure started to move, it grabbed behind it and got himself a white mask. The mask was an upgraded version of the enclave Mk.3 Surgeon-mask, it had an intigrated filter system wich could even be switched to a complete shut down and so would then work on a air tank instead.
The googles were able to darken when light would hit them and could also target the last few rays and so imitate a night vision. All in all this was high tech and advanced technology created by the enclave AFTER the war.

Untill now Andrej had luck and did not appoarched any Brotherhood follower because they wuld most likely killed him for that level of technology and if not, kidnapped him. As he entered the wasted he quickly recognized that without protection of an organisation he would quickly find it´s end and as he saw the follower of apocalypse he knew that here his knowledge was best to use.
Sadly this also brought him here....the end of the world...the gates to hell....a NCR lookout near the "new" Legion border. Shots echoed through every night and wounded and deads were reported each day, it was a catrastrophe, a disaster...but who had time no mourn?

The way to the clinic was like an ant trail, cockroach like humans crawled on this road. Many faces were tained with mayhem, looses and pain. Families, friends...it does not matter anymore in this trail of roaches, those human were more hollow thanks to the advancing of ceasar´s legion. It was a river of hollows.
The NCR tried to keep this stream in chek, assigning those who really needed to the medical tent and the other to a gathering camp further into the NCR region, it really was a mess and the use of weapons was coming quickly if people refused to violently.

Then suddenly the river of hollows parted and walking through it was a shining figure in white, tubes and mechanical instruments were attached to the figure´s suit. It was a weird secanry since this parting was not caused of the force of weapons but alone the aura of this person made it clear....here he was in need, here he was a god. Two NCR freshlings walked behind him, shoving several instruments behind the enlightend man.

As they arrived in the medical tent, some other doctors even stopped working, all the eyes drifted towards the person, some in admiration, some in envy. Andrej did not care about the looks and the stares, for him only the patients before him mattered.
Quickly he went on to work. 

Inner bleedings? Stopped and the blood sucked out through a small cut. 
Infection of a wound, combined with small necrosis? The dead gauze was being removed, the wound cleansed and desinfected, furthermore the cut flesh was repleaced.
Three bullets? Two had peirced the lung and the last went through the shoulder~ it all was no problem to him, even two cases of energy weapons had survived this day.
After 6 houres, the figure could barely stand on it´s feet anymore and it just sat down in a seperated part of the medical tent and put off his mask.

A grey haired and bearded face with a scar on his lip and his forehead, sweaty and exhausted came in view. The glance in the man´s eyes was also nearly hollow and shimmered in a strange brown which seemed a bit too bright to believe.
An overly friendly nurse brought him a glass of clean water, a quick nearly unnoticable check of a Geiger-counter and a swift Bio chek, and with a friendly nod Andrej took and finished the whole glass in one gulb. He was done, finished, hollow like those he is taking care of. Many does think that such a work would fill one with joy, joy of saving ones life...infact to survive in this job...you had to discard all your humaniy to stay sane when viewing a human like a tool...you can safe it, you can repair despise all the things they preach...if you know what´s wrong, there is always the same routine. Humans are destroying routine, they do not follow the same protocoll, they do not act acordingly to a term.

Before Andrej could drift deeper into his thoughts a strange dressed figure stood before, Andrej did not notice it and so was a bit suprised. He raised his eyes and it met those of the man infront of him.
"Andrej Kajovick?" The man asked, it was pronunced the way that this strange person here knew who the person infront him was.
"Mr. V asks for your service" the man continued. Andrej was suprised and a bit shocked, few people know his name and fewer know his last name. Aside from the enclave, only selected few every heard it and really...a mister V?

Suddenly it hit Andrej, he knew WHO asked for him and he knew for what. The hollow glance vanished and the view suddenly hardened. He did not even had to listen to the holo tape. It was Jackson Radford who else! He had one or two encounters with this son of a gun and most ended with a shootout that he mostly won with his .44 colt and well the reason could then only be...the legendary courier 6.

Andrej stood up and placked his mask and some other stuff which would be usefull for the journey.
"Where to?" He asked the strange man as he was ready.
"The Hub~ Down town~ in...."
"Madinson´s bar!" Andrej finished the sentence of the man, he knew this...so called bar in the outskirt of the biggest trading city in the whole new world. It was a dangerous place and so perfect for Jackson.

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It smelled, it was dangerous and worst of all full of germ and infections~ may they be of human or viral cause. Like a tumor this so called "hub" was growing in the southern parts of California. One could hide a vault here and no one would ever find it and so this so called city was full of sin, mistrust and overall hollow like human beings, may they be mutant, smooth-skin or ghoul.
So it was a little suprise of Andrej as he saw the cliente of the Madison´s bar, it was a colour mixture of everything and he bet most of them were here for the job the so called Mr.V had offered them but on a closer look...it seemed there was no Jackson around. 
From the time they had Andrej knew that he was a tad late for the meeting and so, naturally since he entered through the back netry, he headed for the front and nearly died from a shock.

A giant super muti, then a beautifull red haired women (even she could be his daughter), another women with a dog, an ex legionare (Heck those colours are bright as day) and...last but not least....the man of the day and probably their leader Jackson !

"And here i hoped i had to never see you again since we picked you from the Colorado river and i really hoped you would bite the dust as i fixed your shoulder on the 2nd fight on hover dam"
Andrej prononced it loudly for everyone to hear and headed towards Jackson, his fists clenched in seeming anger before he laughed and took the man´s hand.
"Glad to see you are still kicking and wielding that non-chalant 44. colt like a wild west desperado or Lucky Luke~" He laughed friendly and so showed that he and Jackson had some (unpleasant) history to share from back when he was a caravan guide.

After he welcomed Jackson he turned around and gave everyone a nod.
"Andrej your medic for hire, no refund on lost limbs" he added with wink and went to shake everyones hand...well and trying to find out of the mutant was decent enough to understand what Andrej wanted from him and not accidently crushing him or eating him alive...maybe even trying to mate with him...hey it all happened.