I don't know if you'll ever get this letter. That job I took isn't going well. One of the mercs on the team is crazy. He talks like he's some sort of president in exile. I don't trust him. One of the others is a drunken lecher. He's always trying to make moves on the woman on the team. He almost got us killed yesterday because he was staring at her rather than watching the road.
If I don't make it back, take good care of Ted. Take him to Rivet City. The two of you will be safe there. I'll join you there if I survive.