I'm sittin' at my unlit fireplace, when I hear the clink of something being set on the kitchen table. When I investigate I find an envelope with a mirror inside. Checking it for my reflection, I find a young lass in it. She offers me a job. "Go get some mold." So I gather my things and my weapons and accept the job. Somehow I get knocked out and end up on a pig bus, which drops us off at a local diner in Rachel, Nevada.
A few people hop off the bus with me and they introduced themselves as Doug, Remus and Jose. Outside the diner there's a line of bikes. I step in the diner thinking I could get some info about this hotel we're supposed to get the mold from.
Unfortunately, a group of bandits step in as I order my coffee and try to kill me! Worse yet is my fellow yellow-belly team mates didn't back me up. I managed to dust half of 'em before they got me. Rustier than I thought I guess.
Somehow I manage to live through that. A local father and son manage to get me to the local doc. Get me patched up and send me on my way. Without a trace of were the yellow bellies went, I opt'd to just go home thinking the job was a bust.
Little do I know, a few days later, Chief invites me for one of his chats. He decides to share with me one of his secret recipes. So I take him up on it. Looks like this'll come in handy to finish patching myself up.
I think it's high time to thank the ones who pulled me out of the diner. Possibly try to smooth things over with the local as well. I would like to get that diner fixed up and polished to a shine. Maybe I should consult with a professional chef to revise the menu. It's the least I could do after getting that place shot up.
Maybe I should also get the kid a collage fund or something. That should help as well. I'll have to ask'em what they would like. What if he wants to be a welder instead?
Maybe going back there isn't such a good idea. I imagine that biker gang is not happy with me killing a number of them. How many did I get? Six? Seven? Maybe they'll be more the wiser for me offing half the gang in a single afternoon. Either way, it'll show I have balls walzing back into their territory.