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// Journal 8 
// Story: The Courier's Journal 
// by RF and AG 
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Courier Six


Yesterday … yesterday was not ordinary. It started off fine, just me and Boone walking a patrol from Novac to the edges of Searchlight. We often caught Legion scum trying to sneak in, and dealt with them accordingly. 

As we neared Searchlight, a courier came up to me to deliver an envelope; the irony was not lost on me. What was inside it was something I couldn’t exactly comprehend. A simple letter, hardly worth the whole page it was written one, yet it held powerful words.

“Courier Six, I know you, and perhaps you know me. We are both tied to the same string of fate. Woven together until one finally frays. Fate will cut one of us soon. Below is the frequency for a radio broadcast. Follow it, and soon we will decide who gets removed. Signed, Courier Six.”

Maybe powerful was the wrong thing to write; cryptic would have been better. At first I just read the letter with what Boone called, ‘a face looking for something to be wrong,’ whatever that was. After reading it more than once, I flipped my Pip-boy’s radio over to the signal and got exactly what I needed. 

A direction. 

Whoever was behind this, whatever their motives were, was going to have a lot of explaining to do. 

We didn’t even finish our route, instead I walked back to Novac, not caring whether Boone followed. All that mattered was I would be heading to his place to meet whoever sent this. It will take me a few days to reach the location, but whatever lies beyond that spot, I am going to make quick work out of it.