Another scientist. I held my hand up to greet her. Her hand dropped to her hip holster. In the next building, an NCR soldier nearly took my head off with a battle rifle. I took cover behind some shelves and fired back. Someone was screaming. A researcher between us dropped like a sack of potatoes. The soldier, hunched over, dashed around the shelves for a clean shot, and I deleted her jaw with my sawed-off as we exchanged barrel stares. She spun around, hit the wall behind her, and slid onto the floor. I saw another head behind a shelf, partly obscured by a terminal, and pulled up my 9mm.
I leaned back on a wall after that, not even realizing I couldn't hear my guns or anything while reloading them. Fuck. So much for getting help.