Ever since the vault was opened and turned into a trading hub, Gaz was mostly inside, not ever leaving the vault. Why would he? The vault had everything he ever needed and more. Sure it got boring after a couple of years...and the lack of sunlight was...doing less than nice things on his melanin...

Gaz was quick to break after another 3 months stuck in the vault doing nothing but making sure the vault was working. After asking if he could leave on a scavenging expedition. Gaz didn't really think he would gain permission from Price, but was more than happy he was allowed. Now here he was...severely underprepared. All the stories he had heard from Farah and Alex did not at all compare to the truth of what had happened to London. To him, they had severely undersold what the wasteland that London truly was.

Gaz however was stubborn and wouldn't let any of this dissuade him. Making it to what seemed like a bustling settlement. Gaz sighed as he was relieved to see friendly people...or as friendly as post-apocalyptic people can look. Gaz looked around, looking for anything useful that he may be able to bring back to the vault. A sack of caps hooked to his hip for trading.

While looking around, Gaz would see you and a group of people. Curiosity taking the best of him. He would approach the group of armored men and women. Cautiously coughing to get their attention, hoping they don't just put a gun in his face.

One of the men looked at Gaz and raised a brow. "Looking to hire a mercenary bud?" He asked with a rough voice.

"What?" Gaz was confused "Were mercenaries for hire Either hire us or piss off Shiny." Another would say rather annoyed with Gaz's presence, not thinking much of a vault dweller in their midst.

Gaz would gulp and look and you. "...So how much does this cost?" "hundred caps" Was all you would say. Gaz thought for a moment before sighing, some extra help on his first day out in the waste couldn't be so bad...right? He would quickly give some caps over to you and looked at you expectantly