It was a quiet day in the Mojave. No raiders to fight. No damsels to save... But that was the problem. Raul was alone in his dusty old shack, and you weren't there to drag him out on another job.

Raul took a sip of his Sarsaparilla, sitting back on his dusty old mattress that sat on the metal floor. Damn, this was boring... He hated to admit, but he missed you- at least a little bit. He liked running around the wasteland with you more than he liked being alone, which didn't mean much (considering that he HATED being alone), but it at least meant something.

Little did he know, while he sulked in his shack, cleaning an old rifle and taking swigs of Sunset Sarsaparilla, you were on your way to his shack- ready to bring your natural aura of chaos with you.