Weary from spending what seemed like an eternity in the clinic, Red finally arrived at his ridiculously small apartment.  Posters and pictures of pre-war cars, boats, locomotives, you name it – if it had a motor, Red decorated his walls with it.  His favorite picture was of a pre-war Airforce jet, one day he hoped that he would get to see one.<br/><br/>Red discarded his blood soaked clothes and began to wash himself with some semi-clean water that was poured into a large bowl.  After he was finished with the task of washing off, he began to pack.  Tomorrow and the day or two after that would be hell.  He had volunteered to go on Dr. Li’s supply mission in exchange for the Doctor to schedule Jason’s operation first.  He stuffed his backpack with ammo, some food, and a few medical supplies he had recently ‘acquired’.  He didn’t want to travel too heavy, after all the mission was to bring stuff back so he had to save some room.  He also laid out his gear checking over each piece to make sure everything was in order.  He inspected his trusty pistol - a Desert Eagle .44 magnum, his protection – a combat jacket and a combat helmet, and finally a gas mask.  He once witnessed the effect mustard gas had and as soon as he could, he purchased himself a gas mask.  With everything in order, Red turned out the lights and went to sleep early.<br/><br/>The next morning, Red hustled to follow Dr. Li through the maze of corridors inside Rivet City.  The doctor was on her way to brief those who had showed up to help.  They were both surprised that anyone at all had volunteered to help.  Now-a-days everyone kept to themselves and didn’t go out of their way unless there was some reward.  Sometimes it seemed that greed and violence were the only things that moved the people of the Capital Wasteland. Red hated it but had no choice but to accept it as a fact of life.<br/><br/>Dr. Li knew of a cache of medical supplies somewhere near The Capitol Mall, the plan was for them to go and fetch the stuff for her and bring it back.  Red wasn’t excited to be leaving the city for a Super Mutant infested shithole, he would much rather spend his time drinking and gambling.  His motivation to save his friend was greater than his lethargic tendencies, but that wouldn’t stop him from bitching about it.<br/>