Way more ferals than I thought there'd be. They push me back across the bridge. I'm cycling through my guns, hoping to god something's loaded. Get tagged on the arm but I make it out okay. Hear more gunshots. Using the motel as cover, I take a peek. Handful of NCR troops holding the airport entrance with it barricaded behind them. Maybe trapped outside by their own buddies. One dead. He's wearing an officer's cap. While the troopers are fighting off more ferals, I move across the parking lot and take cover behind some sandbags. Frankly I don't see why I shouldn't kill them all. They stopped giving a shit about normal people years ago.