Very well, I will continue my tale.

After jumping around the stations a second time I entered Camp Golf. I had been there before, to help the misfits and look at a painting. Now however I had greater purpose. I came for a gun.
The eldest Ranger, of whom his name escapes me, invited me to his office, and we spoke. 
I left swiftly to get one of the other rangers, but before I knew it I heard the bang. The ranger had turned his mighty gun on himself, rather than being captured.

The Ranger (insert other part of name) was, and is, absurdly strong, putting the .44 to shame. The bullets it fires are rarer, but the Gun Runners tend to have most bullets in stock.
A worthy weapon, for my cause. If only Cass didn't die in the quests to get it.

After I got the firearm I continued my work with House. The Brotherhood of Steel needed to die. Raul at my side I went into hidden valley, and stepped into the bunker the BoS hid within. 
After talking away a Ranger the Elder of the Brotherhood trusted me enough to let me roam the base. Having Raul wait at the door (I was sick of friends dying) I slipped into the laboratory. Therr I met the Chief Scribe, whom I quietly and efficiently shot in the back of the head with my mighty sidearm. Slipping on his robes I used my tech savvy to initiate the self-destruct, and then I ran, really really fast. I had to run past some angry members of the brotherhood, but the scribes couldn't take a single bullet, the paladins in their armor took two.

Me and Raul ran away from that place, and with luck we escaped with our lives. I was nearly dead, a gauss round had shattered my chest, but I made it to the New Vegas Medical Clinic. I had been there before of course, more machine than man by that point with all my implants. Reporting to Mr. House again I got my next job, one I'd do alone.

The casino across the street, a cesspool of sex, drugs, and suits. A den of snakes. I went in alone, I had no weapons, save my silver tongue and sharp mind.
After getting set on course by that ciacio guy I went to deal with the weapons. 
After getting the weapon dealer the proof that he was being set up I went into the stockpile to personally lay the thermite. But not before grabbing a sniper rifle from the weapon cache, and a handful of .308 rounds.

The weapons dust I moved on to the 'specialist'. He was sitting in his suite, and it was a simple matter of getting into an angle where he couldn't see me but my sniper could see him.

Taking the magnum from his corpse I moved on. Sal and Nero were next. My inside man held onto the sawed off while I held my .44 ready. However before the bullets flew I talked to Big Sal, learned his plan, and then with a quick quip convienced him Nero was his foe. 
Of course neither Sal or my insider lived, but Nero wasn't able to stand up to me either. Job done I went back to the 38.

I must sleep now though, so I leave my tale there. Next time I finish the tale of my Hardcore journey.