[i]the next morning[/i]
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The next Day Jackson awoke at 0400 to find himself outside surrounded by Whiskey bottles All empty par one, Sighing he looked around to gather his bearings and realized he was outside the Madisons bar, "f*ck sake" He gruft, he staggered to his feet checking for his 44. and his other essentials, Luckily he was blessed and did not have a hangover, a trait from his father no doubt. 
After a few moments he started to make his way to his shack, an old Garage, after dialing in his entrance code he made his way to the back where a small hatch lead down to a bunker, it must of been a bomb shelter before the war as it was lined with the sort of protective shielding found in pre war military bunkers and vaults, Making his way to a locker he went straight for his most trusted weapons. A Hunting rifle marksman rifle he called the infiltrator and his Fathers old Combat knife. 
he spent the next hour or so cleaning these weapons 3 times each, and cleaning his coat and armor doing any repairs that needed to be done Before being interrupted by a message coming through his radio. It was Mr V. 

"Jackson are you there" the cold voice of his esteemed employer inquired
"Jackson here, what can i help you with V?" Jackson often hated speaking to the man there was something about him that seemed off but then again what would seem right with a employer that hardly ever shows his face. 
"are you all set for the mission? i want you to leave at 0730 today and head out to utah, you will be entering the mojave through Zion and the Northern passage. meaning you have to take the long road round, this is the safest way to get there. seen as the NCR has no presence there, meaning legion resistance will be minimal." V's tone made it sound like it was a demand that was not up for debate. and jackson knew that Mr V would have his spies keeping check on us at least until we enter the Mojave. 
"oh and one more thing Jackson" V's voice crackled over the radio "you will be posing as caravaniers you have brahmin waiting for you on the edge of town. Do not fuck this up" 

Jackson left the radio and finished packing up his things. Posing Caravan, just great thats going to slow them down and make them a target. wonderful. 
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As he left his bunker locking everything up as tight than a New vegas virgin he waited for the team to join him