Good news everyone! I have acquired a Beta, so now I will have decent work from now on, YAY. Special thanks to almost stupid for being my Beta and putting up with me so far.

Other thank that let's get this story on.

(EDIT) Chapter 0 - 18 Carat Run of Bad Luck.

Standing atop the graveyard hill near the town of Goodsprings, a man in a fancy checkered suit, Benny, smiled brightly as he watched one of the hired Khans named Jessup, continue to dig the soon to be full grave for a certain courier. He watched as said courier, currently tied up with a bag over his head, laid on his side, knocked out on the cold dirt. The man in the suit snapped his fingers, and two more Khans walked towards the courier, and dragged him too the edge of the freshly dug grave.

"Alright boss, the graves ready for this unlucky son of a bitch." Jessup said as he climbed out of the grave.

Benny looked to the said 'grave', and let out a sigh. The 'grave' was only about 2 or so feet deep, and looked like it couldn't even fit the courier. It didn't matter thought. After they bury him, the sand will most likely blow over him and cover whatever parts of his body are exposed.

"You know, you could have dug at least a bit deeper, but I suppose it will have to do." Benny said.

"Hey! You said to dig it fast, not efficiently." Jessup said.

"Yeah yeah whatever."

Benny couldn't care right now, he was too busy focusing on the payout for all this. He turned around to gaze at the glowing city of New Vagas off into the distance. He lit himself a cigarette, and took a quick puff.

'Soon, soon it will be all mine for the taking.'

"Hey boss! We got ourselves a visitor!"

Benny turned back around to face the other side of the hill, and saw Another Khan named McMurphy, walking towards him with someone over his shoulder.

Said person was what he could only describe as a blonde bombshell. She looked to be in her mid 20's, had bright platinum blonde hair tied into a bun, bright lime green eyes and was wearing what could only be described as some sort of school teacher outfit. He did find it odd that she also had a cape, but decided to push the thought back. He also noticed that said bombshell had her hands and feet tied up like the courier, and looked really, really pissed off.

"Unhand me you ruffian!" She screamed as she tried to break free of her binds.

The khan didn't listen, and instead brought the bombshell of a woman next to the courier, and forced her on her knees.

"Well well well, aren't you a pretty sight." Benny said as he approached the woman.

Benny saw the woman give him a glare, and make a face that was nothing but anger.

"Are you the leader of these group of degenerates?" she asked sternly.

"Now I wouldn't say I'm the boss, more of a simple business arrangement."

"Listen here you, untie me at once, and maybe I will not have to use excessive force before turning you into the authorities."

Benny only shook his head and clicked his tongue at the woman's tone, and acted like she dressed. Honestly she was like some sort of strict school teacher.

Benny just kneel down and placed his hand on the woman's cheek, and patted her gently, much to her displeasure.

"Now we can't have that can we dollface. Sad I can't let you live, we could have had some real fun together."

Benny got up and watched as the woman tried even harder to get out of her binds, and looked ready to castrate him. He chuckled to himself at how helpless she was.

Glynda Goodwitch was not having a great time right now. Last thing she remembered, she was on a mission involving exploring a cave that was releasing weird energy reading, and then she was waking up in what she assumed was Vacuo, judging by the desert scenery. And to add more to her plate, she woke up being dragged by some thugs who looked like they belonged in a biker gang. She would have broken out of her binds earlier, but something went horribly wrong.

Her Aura wasn't working.

She tried channeling it all through her body, and hopefully she could have found a way to get out, but to her displeasure, it just didn't activate. And the shallow grave behind her didn't help her odds. She was a professional huntress, being reduced to a hostage in what seemed like something out of an old crime flick.

She turned to her left to see the other bound man begin to stir awake, and one of the thugs with dark skin walked up to him, and pulled the bag off of his head, revealing his face.
Said man looked to be her age, and had neck long brown hair matching his eyes, and tan skin. He looked really confused, and had no idea what was happening. His eyes were half open, and looked like he had been through hell.

Glynda saw the same man who took off the bag, approach the man in the suit, who continued to smoke his cigarette. Glynda didn't care for him at all right now. Not only was he some sort of criminal, but she found him very annoying. He reminded her of a certain Roman Torchwick, both in personality, and in terms of trying to dress classy. The fact that he called her dollface also annoyed her a lot.

"You got what you were after, so pay up."

"You're crying in the rain pally."

Glynda saw that the man next to her was now fully awake, and seemed to be aware of the situation based on the expression of his face. He tried to break out of his binds, but it wouldn't budge.

"Well look who's wide awake." Another thug with an orange mohawk said.

Glynda looked to see the man in the suit blow one quick puff of smoke, before dropping the cigarette and putting it out with his foot.

"Time to cash out."

Glynda's mind was running at a million miles per seconds, constantly trying to find a way to break free from her binds and escape wherever she was. She saw the man in the suit smile at her expression, and snarled at him.

"Would you get it on already." The dark skinned thug said, clearly annoyed at how long this was taking.

"Maybe Khan's kill people without looking them in the face, but I ain't a fink you dig." The suited man said.

"Well you surely don't look to be an honest man." Glynda said.

The suited man only shrugged his shoulders, and looked Glynda in the eyes.

"Now this isn't my fault dollface, you just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Would you have been a much more relaxed kind of person, I would have possibly let you go,
maybe take you out for a drink, and we could go our separate ways."

Glynda only huffed at him, and turned away from his face.

"As if I would socialize with a ruffian like you. And I will say this one last time, release me, and I could turn you in without having to resort to violence."

Most of the thugs around the suited man just laughed at her words, and the suited man only smiled.

"That's a poor choice of last words dollface. But onto more pressing matters."

The suited man turned his attention to the man beside her, and pulled something from his suit jacket. It was a poker chip, and the suited man eyed it like it was some sort of prized possession.

"As for you Mr. Courier, you made your last delivery."

Hearing the word courier, Glynda began to put some of the pieces to this messed up puzzle together. These thugs must have robbed this man of whatever that chip was, and were planning to kill him, and now her, to cut any loose ends. But why would someone go about all this just for one poker chip?

Glynda watched as the suited man flashed the chip in front of the courier, mocking him for his success.

"Sorry you and dollface over there had to get involved in all this, maybe we could have all had a nice drink and bargain."

The man than put the chip back inside his jacket, and pulled out an engraved pistol.

"From where you two are standing must seem like an 18-carat run of bad luck."

Glynda was now feeling real uneasy about the situation. Her Aura wasn't working, she was tied up, and she couldn't do anything about it.

She was going to die here.

She turned her attention back to the suited man, who was now pointing his gun right at the man's head.

"Truth is, the game was rigged from the start."

*BANG*

Time seemed to slow down for Glynda, and she could only watch as the courier beside her received the full force of the bullet, and fell backwards into the shallow grave.

"You sick bastards!" Glynda shouted.

She was a huntress, someone trained to save people. But here she couldn't do anything, and

could only watch as a man was killed right in front of her.

Before she could say anything else, she saw herself looking right into the barrel of the suited man's gun.

"Sleep tight dollface."

*BANG*

[END]

Beta - almost stupid