This month has two priorities that stand above all else. First, detonating the nuclear weapon in Zion. You’re almost certain it won’t end the infestation and you do need to find the source of this bio weapon, but it will buy you breathing room. The nuclear weapon has been checked by you for any blatant flaws and a timed mechanism has been built and implanted, but it’s still a daunting task. Not just because you’re returning to Zion, but because you’re still not sure where to detonate the device.

You’re also not too sure you can do it yourself. If Zion was that bad months ago, who knows what it looks like now. But you can’t bring in a full platoon of shock troopers, you have neither the room or weight allowance for the Vertibird. You know of only one other person you would trust to watch your back.

Ulysses is exactly where he said he would be, camped out in front of Yes Man’s main terminal in the Lucky 38. He has his pack leaned up against a far wall with a sleeping bag rolled out in front of the monitor. You exit the elevator in the middle of a discussion between the two.

Yes Man: “…post Civil War saw a rapid increase in industry, population, GDP, migration and just about every other relevant metric!”

Ulysses is sitting in a simple dining chair while hunched over a notebook he’s scribbling in.

Ulysses: “It seems war creates the basis for a healthy society, but only after the conflict ends.”

Yes Man: “That’s what my databanks tell me! Every time the United States left a war, they were stronger and more optimistic which bled into many facets of life! Of course, this wasn’t the case when nuclear weaponry was involved. Oh, hiya Courier!”

Ulysses turns around and shuts his notebook, standing and giving you his measure of respect.

Ulysses: “Courier, it’s good to see you. I’ve taken the liberty of catching myself up on the stats of things. Plus, a few history lessons.”

Yes Man: “He sure is curious! I haven’t had time to reset my cycles in days!”

You glance over back to his pack and see a stack of notebooks of varying styles and sizes.

[I hate to interrupt but something has come up, and I could use your help. Follow me to my armory.]

Ulysses nods and heads to get his pack while you head back to the elevator. Once the both of you are inside, you clue him in.

What do you know about this Boomer Blight?]

“A bio-engineered weapon, targeted at you or the Mojave in general. Exposure results in horrific mutations or a highly-communicable and deadly sickness. Either way, it’s a threat.”