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"Yeah, i've heard of him. Don't care much for hermits." Cazador replied, referring to how Mr. House spent over 200 years holed up in a Casino. Cazador pulled off his Ranger helmet, revealing the face beneath. A light stubble on a face filled with scars and burn marks that looked as old as Cazador was. "Call me Caz." He said, setting his helmet aside. "What's a Vault Overseer doing way out here?"

"Nice to meet you Caz. Well, It started a couple of years ago." Flashback: "He had a coupla representives come into my Vault, I had just became Overseer after our old one died of mysterious causes. He bet us the Vault, so we took him on. We beat him and his reps headed out. Pissed. To tell him the news." End Flashback: "So we celebrated with a party, he comes back, kicks me out and take it over then drops me here, in the middle of the Mojave. And Im not allowed back." Johnny said with a sigh. There was a Knock on the door, and a voice called out. How the hell did it get past all those bear traps?

Johnny stabbed it into his leg. He felt a liquid ooze into it than took it out. He grabbed his revolver from its holster with a sense of endangerment.

All of a sudden, Deathclaw was behind them, he said nothing whatsoever for a while as he proceeded doing nothing.


"Yeah, I've been here for a bit. How wonderful you guys' perceptions are. In any case, I've had some ups and downs with these Government enclave Tin-men. Nothing to fear in any case. If they attack, go for the frags, if they explode on to the neck area, the fags are screwed. Also, lazer and plasma weapons can easily kill one of them if the shot lands beneath the pec, above the lower torso. Not much to fear at all."

Deathclaw and the others were silent and still until the next reply; of course, classic Ranger Deathclaw.

"To tell you the truth. I dont know. Im ********." He said, he puffed out a ploom of smoke. "I think ill just follow you around till I find something better to do. How the hell am I supposed to find a rogue courier with a platinum chip and kill him." He laid back and took another drag. "I aint messing with him, its been awhile since I really shot this gun and I dont feel like putting a man down for practically no reason." He said, smoke was coming out of his mouth as he was saying it. He looked out at the Ranger that almost magically appeared. " How did you do that? Stealth Boy?"

Alpa sat on the floor next to them, using his Chinese stealth suit to cloak himself of course, listening to them, gathering information on them. He had snuck in earlier when they entered the room. He considered them to be non-hostile targets, well at least not to him. He decided to stay in stealth, maybe revealing himself in the room might cause a ruckus and he might end up with a bullet in him. He just continued to sit there, polishing his sniper rifle that was invisible as well.

Who the ******** are all these people and why do they all of a sudden appear here. Johnny thought to himself. "How the hell do all these people get here, Caz? The second I took a step I landed in a hidden bear trap and yet these people can somehow waltz through them like its a ******** playground." Johnny said in a relatively calm voice. He could see the figure almost perfectly, the smoke exhaled from his mouth was filling up the room like a sauna, revealing a shimmering dark body crouched in the corner, polishing a sniper. "I think we should use him as target practice, what do you say. Im aching to use this damn revolver and I need a little bit of practice before I'm exposed to the wastes again." Johnny said, he was already aiming at the figure.