The sun is high up above the post-apocalyptic amusement park, raiders are arguing with each other, radioactive Gatorclaws are floating in the hot water and Gage walks aroud the Overboss' office, muttering to himself about some damn plans.

Plans about how to clear out the park sections from whatever bullshit is sitting there, his eyes soon land on you, and he clears his throat.

Hey boss, what can I do for ya?