[u][b]Rough Rider’s - Nevada, New Vegas[/b][/u]
 
 
 A whirlwind of dust and debris choked the air making visibility difficult for a brief moment until the sharp repetitive whir of the old vertibirds engines started to fade into the desert as it began its ascent, remaining low to the ground as it flew out of sight into the distance. When the dust had faded the landing zone was barren, with the coarse soil of the Mojave being the only thing disturbed by the vertibirds arrival and departure. Appearances can be very deceptive however, for only a few feet away a small group of broken silhouettes figures laid concealed in a shallow wadi. 
 
 Once the sound of the vertibirds engines were reduced to a pulsating thump far off into the horizon one of the figures slowly knelt up against the slope of the wadi making sure to minimize their silhouette. With the noise of the vertibird nearly out of range the desert around them was reduced to a serene silence, only to be broken by the very faint shuffling of gear as the rest of the figures rose up from the wadi showing the same care for their discretion as their colleague who rose before them. Now if one was perceptive enough they would barely make out the silhouettes of 4 or 5 people maybe even more, as even the most trained eye could easily lose their silhouettes or be deceived by the arid scrub surrounding them.
 
 Though just as they appeared along the edge of the wadi they disappeared back within its arid banks. Concealed once more the group moved like phantoms along the dusty, bone dry passage. There was a precision to be had in their movements that in and of themselves showed the professionalism and apparent camaraderie possessed by this small group. They did not speak with each other but yet they all appeared to be aware of their destination, and even when the head of the group would make an abrupt turn down an unexpected vein of the wadi the others followed with pinpoint precision, as if every rock, bend, and slope was expected and methodically planned for. Eventually after a few minutes the group stopped as the leader rose their right arm out and in the shape of an L and clasped their open hand into a fist, signalling the group to halt. With this order the group naturally fell into a loose defensive perimeter along the banks of the wadi, scanning the area for potential threats.
 
From their defensive positions one of the figures, a young woman stripped down from her khaki flight suit and tactical gear and into her underwear. She then removed a slim fitting black suit with a white dress shirt and a scarlet red tie. She had no weapons on her at all once she changed, the only thing she carried with her were documents essential for her entry, an identification card that identified her as a member of the NCR Presidential security detail, and a small pack of “business” cards in her bra strap. Ready to begin the mission she was brought here for the woman headed down into the desert towards the strip. She wasn’t going to wait for an order or direction, she was above the people she was sent here with. They were only along for the ride, she was the real show.
 
 After a few minutes of travelling she was close to the Strip’s gate. As per usual a pair of securitrons were standing watch and checking for passes. She readied her pass from her breast pocket in her blazer and handed it to one of the securitrons. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary she was allowed through without incident, as was to be expected. The person that sent her invested a lot of money into this operation for it all to fail over something so basic. Once inside the glistening streets of the New Vegas Strip the woman headed towards her first target, the Tops casino and the venue Mr. House chose to host his meeting of the powers. With a distinct goal in mind the woman headed down the strip. Not at all being distracted by the glitz and glamor of the many hotels and casinos that made up the strip, after all she was a professional. None of these things interested her, she came here to complete a mission not to indulge herself in the luxuries provided in these glistening palaces.
 
 It wasn’t long until she was at the entrance to the Tops and by the looks of things she was right on time. From the amount of guards outside of the building it was clear that the meeting was still taking place inside. When she approached the door to enter she was stopped by a pair of armed guards who informed her that the Tops wasn’t open to the general public for security concerns and if she wanted to enter then they would need to see some I.D. Of course she was happy to oblige them, she reached into her breast pocket once more and pulled out her I.D allowing the guards to inspect it.
 
 “Sharon Cross, NCR Military, Presidential Security Detail. You’re a hotshot aren’t you? Well We’re going to have to verify this I.D with our superior.” Strictly following procedure as was expected of them, the guard with her I.D started to radio in to his superior when she stopped him.
 
 “Come on guys I get that you’re doing your job but I need to get in there so I can do mine. If you want to pat me down, strip search me. Do whatever you want. I can guarantee you that I’m not a threat, but I can’t guarantee that you guys didn’t let one in already and if President Kimball gets injured or killed then all of our heads are going to roll.” She laid on the charm just enough to let the guards get comfortable. She knew how to get at people and these guards were no different.
 
 “So are you saying we don’t know how to do our jobs?” As anticipated the guards got upset and turned their attention away from verifying the woman's I.D and instead chose to confront her for a slight they felt she committed against them.
 
 “Hey that’s not what I’m saying at all. All I’m trying to say is that we all have a job to do. You guys bust your balls out here in this blistering heat and I appreciate that. Without you guys out here my job would be twice as hard, now I just need you to let me in before my job gets even harder. Now like I said you can search me all you want. I’m not a threat.”
 
 Figuring why the hell not the other guard agreed to search her, he did get a bit overzealous with the searching but like she said they didn’t find anything besides paperwork that did more to strengthen her case than erode it. “You don’t carry a gun?” They weren’t wrong she didn’t have a weapon on her.
 “I don’t need one.” Unfazed by the guards gropping she reassumed her calm professional tone.
 
 “Really? You’re either really crazy or really stupid.”
 
 “Who says I can’t be both. Afterall I’ve got to know what I’m doing to keep this job. Now are we good here?” She readjusted her tie and straightened out her blazer as if she already knew the answer and sure enough they let her through. On her way in she jokingly remarked to the guards. “Don’t worry if anything happens I’ll try to save something for you.” 
 
 Despite the slow down at the gate she seemed to have been arriving at just the right time. Two of the delegates including her supposed charge were engaged in a fight. Using the chaos and confusion of the situation to her advantage she maneuvered effortlessly through the crowd towards one of her targets. Thankfully the Legion delegate was still inside and his guards were trying to make sense of the chaos. This allowed her to remove a business card from her bra strap and with a well honed slight of hand place it on the guard without him noticing before mixing back into the crowd and towards the door. On her way out she spotted her other target, the delegates from the Jade Empire but they were in the heart of the altercation. Getting close to them would be too risky, that and her friends from outside were coming in to deal with the commotion so it was time for her to move.
 
 Slipping effortlessly through the doors of the Tops and back outside onto the Strip she headed towards the den of vice itself the Gomorrah. She’d done her homework beforehand and knew that Shelby the woman that was currently assaulting the President of the NCR and the close second to the Jaded Empress herself was staying at the Gomorrah in suite 253. From this point on everything should go as expected. Security at the Gomorrah was light and any guards that stopped her were not going to be nearly as motivated to hassle her as the two stooges outside the Tops. She was right the guards at the Gomorrah didn’t even check her I.D. They just checked her for weapons and from that point on she moved unobstructed to suite 253, and before she knew it she was picking the lock on the door and heading inside. She sat down in one of the luxurious chairs in the suite making sure her back was protected and she could see the entrance clearly. The position she ended up in was dimly lit as the lights were not all on and while she waited she retrieved another business card from her bra strap in preparation of Shelby's arrival. On the card it read;
 
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