Travis flipped through the back pages until he found several pages marked 'NOTES'. They were all empty, except for the first few, marked on by the previous owner. Travis grabbed two pages and pulled on them. They tore out. He slid his pencil from his pants pocket and tossed the manual back in the cockpit. It landed on a small table attached to one of the seats.
He began writing.

Dear Roy,
I'm no longer in Underworld. I recently came to Rivet City
to join a merc group called the 'Ragtag Reapers'.
Right now we're in a vertibird. Man, if only you could see this thing.
It's amazing, all this good technology. We're searching for
some kidnapped children. They're in a Vault or something.
I read about what you're going through at Tenpenny.
It's not right what he's doing. You deserve to live there.
Maybe unleash the ferals on him, eh? Hehe, that'd be the day.
Until the next time,

-Travis

Travis neatly folded the paper into a square, and put it in his pocket.

River feigned shocked while he shuffled the cards again "Me? cheat?" river laughed before serving out fresh hands for both.

"Alright, ill pony up 5 caps to start." "Also, this thing got a holotape player? I have an old Ink Spots tape if anyone wants some music."

"Yes, please. It's been a couple of days since I listened to anything. GNR isn't working out for me, I don't own a radio and it's hard getting a signal." Travis said.

"Alright." Mikhail puts the tape into the holo-player by his seat and relaxes as the strains of, "I Don't Want To Set The World On fire" fill his ears.

(OOC: If you wanna hear them too: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=teYQ2MtqsfA&feature=related ))

Inkspots, what garbage "music is always nice" River pulled two caps from his sleeve adding it to the minor pile between them. Looking back to the hand he had gained River's eyebrow shot up while the voluntary muscles in his face tightened. "raise by two."

"You, my friend are not very good at hiding sarcasm. I'll fold, two of a kind, 6's. Travis, what is it, you've been going into a fog or something every now and then."

Travis was listening with amusemant. But it came back. In Old Olney an almost broken radio was playing the song as they ran. Travis put his hand on his head and rubbed it. He didn't want to remember the horrors that happened that week. He remember every minute.
When they first got there, they expected it to be a breeze. They were sent to explore the sewers. Every time they walked past a dark corner, they couldn't help but feel at least one bit nervous. They were searching for the medic power armor. Ten men were sent to find it.. Only three came back alive. All injured.
"Dammit!" Travis said, he was having a major headache and the visions of what happened those days.

It was like a projector in his head replaying everything.
"Ahh, [censored]... It's nothing, don't worry about it.."

"Alright then, jsut try not to do it in battle."

River grinned "suppose so" river took the additional caps and placed the cards back into his deck. turning to the ghoul River added " you do seem a bit out of it, I thought jet didn't work on ghouls."

"Nah, I don't think he's on jet, looks more like some kind of flashback, Travis, have you been in any bad action lately, raiders, deathclaws, muties maybe?"

"Yeah.. Damn.. Could you turn off the music or at least turn it down? Jesus, I need a cigarette.." Travis reached for his pack. He pulled it out and opened up the top. He slid one of the cigarettes out and put it in his mouth, then put the pack back in his pocket. He began to light up the cigarette, then puffed on it. He took deep inhales to help calm himself.
"Damn, it.. It was three months ago.. The [censored] deathclaws, man.."

"Yeah, it's only got like 2 more songs anyways. There, i'll put in those headphones by the player."

"There, it's finished." Mikhail takes off the headphones.

Travis started to stop thinking about what happened. He puffed on his cigarette some more. "Hey, any idea when we'll get there?"

"Yeah, Erin, you're up there with the controls, how much longer till we get there?"

"Hey, I never did get your name. Where are you from?" Travis asked.

"Me? I'm Mikhail Nordov, from Megaton. Grew up there. Jericho told me about this flier he got about the "Ragtag Reapers', said they wanted him to join, cuz he used to be a raider, let me tell you, he's the best shot with a rifle i've ever seen. He talked about never doing that type of thing again, and gave me the flier. So i headed here."

OOC: which char?
why ask, not like it will make the time pass any faster "would be good to know." River added half-heartedly

"I'm Travis Phillips. I'm from Underworld. Grew up in a place called Henderson, it's real far south. The other day I was walking around The Mall, found some dead Talon. He had the Ragtag Reapers paper, so I wanted to check it out. I haven't been doing this stuff since.. Well, anyways, nice to meet you." Travis replied.

"Nice to meet you too." Mikhail offers his hand for travis to shake.

Travis shook hands. "Also, to the guy who says jet doesn't work on ghouls.. Well, appearently you haven't seen the barber back in Uncerworld. He's a [censored] junkie."

John looked out the cockpit, he had readjusted their course nad looked down, "Sod it," John said, he could see that the wind was picking up and the desert sand caught in the breeze, he just hoped they won't end up in a sandstorm. "Urm, Mel, best get up here and look at this," John said to Mel, "Think we could make the destantion, or should we land and see what happenes?"

"Hehe. Underworld sounds like quite the place, i'd go myself, but downtown is nearly impossile to get across. Damn muties. You hear about that kid, the one who left Vault 101, heard he found where the muties are born."