…told me she wanted a monogamous relationship. I don’t even know what that word means!

A different man laughs.

I don’t mess with women from Redding, they’re too into their morals or whatever the fuck they get on about. Hey, you’re sure it’s in here?

Two men walk into the tent and begin rifling through filing cabinets.

Yeah it’s..he said it’s wrapped in a piece of leather or some shit. Look over there.

One of the troopers points right at you, or at the cabinet you’re almost leaning on. Your camouflage is good but if he gets too close…

Hey here it is! Alright let’s get the hell outta here before Ruben finds us digging around in his shit.

The soldier that was headed in your direction twists on his heel and jogs out of the tent with his friend.

*You can breathe now, unless I really do just leave you breathless!*

That’s not helping. You do exhale and give yourself a minute to let the adrenaline shake out of your body.

Popping out of the tent to ensure the coast is clear, you finish grabbing the rest of the pertinent information.

Shipment schedules, routes, list of soldiers on each caravan, just about anything you could need to cause some mischief down the line. If nothing else, you’re sure this could make a fine present for Caesar.

You leave the tent and your eye catches on a glint of steel in the moonlight. A weapons crate is slightly opened, giving you a peek at the contents inside.

Quietly widening the gap, you’re able to squirm your hands in and extract a rifle, but one you’ve never seen before. It’s a bullpup design which is almost extinct in the wasteland, made up of a mostly polycarbonate frame and looks closer to a pile of melted steel beams than a firearm but it enthralls you nonetheless.

Slipping out through the furthest perimeter, you make your way back to the Vertibird early in the morning and head back to New Vegas. While you’re nearly empty-handed, you have a wealth of information and some ideas on what to do with it.