"Ryan Dust, Mr V's contact - you must be Titus." the armored lump said, his throat dry like the Mojave sands, Ryan lowered his pistol and rested his head on the wall behind him. Titus stared at the man dumbfoundedly, 'how the hell does this guy know who I am' he thought to himself. he let himself in, lowering his rifle but not slinging it behind his back, Titus was not one to trust so quickly, he walked across the room to a crate in a far corner and purched  himself on top of it, giving himself a semi-birds eye view of the workshop below him, the small camping stove crackled in the center of the room, illuminating it in a flickering orange light. He was about to lower his guard completely when he heard it, the clicking, it came from the wall behind the power armored lump, how he couldn't hear it was beyond him, he raised his rifle and sighted down, the crosshairs on the wall behind Ryan and pulled the trigger, a high pitched whine broke out through the wall so he fired again, muting the sound instantly. 'rats' he thought to himself as he unloaded the rifle and and started cleaning it,  Slowly and thoughtfully snapping out the bolt assembly and pulling a rag out of his bag, before he could touch the bolt he heard a sound.
A a loud knock on the wall echoed through the building and a voice rang out, "hello?I looking for Ryan Dust.", Titus snapped the assembly back into his rifle faster then he removed it and chambered a HP round as Ryan moved to open the large garage doors to invite the mutant in as the main door was much too small, he sighted down for the 'too-many-time-th' that day. The lumbering mutant entered calmly enough, seemingly smiling, that smiling head would have been blown off if he had done something stupid, as they continued to converse a breeze blew into the room and shifted some dust around, he watched as it flowed through with the light wind. It hit something where there was nothing, the air shimmered among the dust particles and settled again, Titus cracked a smile, 'a stealthy one, huh?' he said sarcastically to himself. 
Soon everyone else filtered in and got settled down, another mutant and ghoulish doctor, a strange team in all respects, talk of money started to excite the people in the room and Titus had to admit he was fairly interested in the large sum but there was something on his mind.
"I'm gonna need 1,000 extra," he said nonchalantly, pulling his bandana further up his face to cover his nose, "I didn't get the money to enter the NCR.", as he finished his words the stealthy spy materialized out of no where.
"sounds good to me- So where exactly do we start, and not to be rude, but we don't exactly look like your every day caravaners" she said a tad incredulously, looking at the group. Titus just smiled.
"I don't know about you," he said bluntly, adjusting his bandana, "but I happen to own a legion passport,"  Titus sat up on the crate instead of leaning on the wall, "we could go in no hassle, you could be my slaves and the mutants defectors." happy with his plan he leaned back and waited for a reply.