NCR offers always tended to be rather tempting when it came to jobs that they did not have the time or want to do. Caps and purified water, those were the bare necessities of the harsh lands of the Mojave and it was damned well tempting to Austin Woods, local ghoul mercenary. There he was, the old Texan walking up to the NCR base just south of the New Vegas Strip, shotgun in hand and a regular indifferent look on his face. The rewards were certainly seeming to be well worth it for Austin, especially since it would bring more wealth to him. The thought brought some happiness to him.

Of course, there would be competition, but that did not concern the pre-war relic in the slightest due to his nature. The same nonchalant nature he used to ignore the people as they harassed him for being a ghoul, it was just routine at this point. Austin looked at the guards of the entrance and silently measured their movements. A corroded finger circled the edge of his trigger, before stopping. The two guards looked at each other, back to the ghoul, then back to each other once more, contemplating on whether to send the ghoul away or not.

“I’m here for the offer that Commander Boone has sent out,” Austin stated in a raspy voice, the guards looking at each other again before reluctantly allowing him in. The ghoul tipped his hat to the two before walking into the base, no emotion truly surfacing on his face. Upon stepping into the base, an officer already started harassing him for being a ghoul. Perhaps he should have shown some sort of anger, but he could not muster up the want to. “Listen, sir, I am here on business. If you want to harass me then do it some other time,” he sighed, walking past the officer who continued to call him a ‘zombie’. So much for acceptance and such from the NCR.

The texan approached another officer, asking “Where might I find Commander Boone?” The officer proceeded to point to the large building within the fort. “Mighty kind of you, sir,” Austin commented before making his way towards that building. Though, he felt watched - snipers were up in the watchtowers, looking at him - it still did not unnerve him in the slightest. Despite being watched, guards stopped the ghoul and proceeded to confiscate his weapon and pat him down. Again, it did not mean much to him. Eventually, they allowed the ghoul into the building and pointed him to the way to Commander Boone, where he gladly went.