Earth - Mojave Wasteland - 2287
It was noon in the Mojave Wasteland, the sun was high above, clouds flew overhead blocking out some of the sky but it wasn't that bad. Crows soared through the skies, some landing on what remained of trees while others kept going. One man stood in the desert, clad in a long trench coat and Semi clean clothing. He was leaning against a signpost, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He adjusted his sunglasses and leather cowboy hat as he watched the scenery.
"Uhh... Boss?" A man started, dressed in a checkered suit. "We uh... got the "
