@amberedcorpse (Yarik!)
Work wasn't terribly hard to come by out here in the Commonwealth so long as you weren't too picky. And Lucio had very little room nowadays to be picky anymore. So long as the work took his mind off of the constant turmoil in his skull, he did damn near any odd job he could find during the day. After all, his nights were booked. Dates with amber colored bottles filled his schedule.
What caught his attention recently was an ad that'd recently been becoming more and more prominent in his mind. It wasn't the fact that the ad was everywhere, quite the contrary. It was how it was worded. It seemed lucrative, yet he got a strange feeling from reading it. An itch in his stiffened palms.
Something that wasn't farm work at least was worth giving a look.
And so he made the small trek out to the coordinates advertised. Kinda far, but he didn't mind the travel towards the salty ocean air.
Arriving, he recognizes it as the Castle. The most recently set up headquarters for the newly revived Minutemen. Usually any authority would put Lucio on edge, but they were so new. No one would notice or question him he was sure. They could probably use all the help they could get if they're pulling out fliers and shit.
Either way, his steps are heavy as he approaches the wall. Armed with turrets. He has the ad in hand for when he's questioned. Face concealed behind the wide brim of his hat.