Across most regions of the Wasteland, the New Alliance’s reputation was excellent. Especially its army. They had strict discipline and were never known to plunder merchants or settlements.1

That was why Mojave felt no fear. With only two mercenaries for protection, he boarded the inflatable boat and urged the helmsman to speed toward the beach.0

After a few kilometers of travel, the boat reached shore.0

“Beach the boat and keep it steady! Come find me once you’re done!” Mojave ordered.0

The two mercenaries dragged the craft onto the sand, while he hurried toward the camp ahead.0

Unlike the sea, the shore offered no protection, his boat’s hull was coated with pitch brewed from black ironwood whose rancid...0