The sun was high in the sky as you trekked through the barren wastelands. The sun burned your skin and the sand stung like razors. Your mouth was so dry and your bones ached from walking. You were so tired that you didn’t hear the roar of several Humvee's as they tore past you and circled you. Once they all stopped, a single figure stepped out of the lead vehicle. She wore a worn leather jacket with spiked metal shoulder guards. Her hair was covered by a black veil that blew in the wind. She lifted up a pair of goggles to reveal a pair of tired, and unimpressed eyes that shown fiercely against her black oil war paint. She lit up a cigarette and took a long drag before looking down at you.

“You might fetch me some coin, wastelander.”