The night was still in the Mojave Outpost. The stars were bright and plentiful.
Aaron Scott made his way to the bar and ordered a bottle of Sunset. He was in the midst of delivering a package to one of his usual clients in Goodsprings, but he hoped he would find a friend of his here. Or at least news of him. He took a swig of his Sunset and looked around for the man he knew as George Taylor. He expected hm to be at the bar.
(Fun fact: In the Greek alphabet, Nu's symbol is Nv)