The taking of Indian Springs High School was a relatively quiet affair. The admittedly tenacious fighters of the 80’s had little left to oppose the simultaneous assault of angry professionals. Coincidentally, the fire escape you climbed up led to an old science lab which was used by the leader of the 80’s. They hadn’t heard your approach due to the commotion elsewhere as you bust down the rusted fire door, you catch a handful of the 80’s with their pants down. Figuratively of course.

You held them at gunpoint while the rest of the school was cleaned up. Mercifully you suffered no further faculties beyond a few scrapes and gunshots that are child’s play to your medical skill. The prisoners are now gathered in the old gymnasium, with the leader pulled into the former equipment closet for interrogation.

[You don’t know who I am, but consider this the worst day of your life. You raider fucks are in my territory, you killed my men. The only reason you’re not suffering an unimaginable fate is due to my need for intel. Start speaking.]

The gagged raider is sitting in a metal chair, surrounded by rotted rubber balls and old baseball bats. The only light comes from your pip-boy illuminating his worried face. You pluck out the gag.

80’s Leader: You won’t get anything from me, pavement pounder.

Not very smart of him. You stuff his mouth again and pull out your K-Bar. One detached ear later, you start the process again.

80’s Leader: Get raped by a deathclaw, BITCH!

Vulgar. This time you pop off his biker boots and ignore the smell of unwashed raider foot. A few toes follow his ear. Let’s give it another shot.

[I have literally all day, and no mortal qualms about torture. I’ll go for the balls next.

Spoke: F-fine, fuck. My name is Spoke, I’m the leader of this outfit. W-we’re the 80’s, the baddest fuckers in the wasteland.

[See now we’re getting somewhere. But I knew you were in the 80’s. Why are you this far South?]

Spoke: Not my decision, got told to move down here and hit NCR traffic to this place called New Vegas.

[Who told you, and how long have you been here?]

Spoke: Big Rig, he’s one of the top bosses. I just got here with my crew a week ago, chased out some soldiers.

Now that’s interesting, but it’s not too surprising the NCR would be out here.

[NCR soldiers? Where did they go?]

Spoke: I don’t fucking know. They saw us coming and got in some flying machine, heading East.

Well that doesn’t sound like the NCR at all.