[color=1a7b30][b]Commander Tolen (AKA: Prancing Wolf), Commander of the New Vegas outpost.
New Vegas Outpost, New Vegas[/b][/color]

Wolf was reading over a Pre-War army field manual when his radio had come to life, it was the Boss himself, Commander Fulman. "Prancing Wolf, this is Fulman, do you copy?" Wolf jumped from his bed in the officers barracks and reached for the radio, "Yes, sir! What can I do for you?" The Commander, being all business, got to the point. "Wolf, my absence has vacated the TCC title, but the outpost needs to remain and I need you to oversee it. Your first duty as my field commander is to get into contact with House and see if he can use a hand with anything. Rich eccentrics tend to pay well for worthless tasks. That said, here's what you're to do. In lieu of 75% of all payments in caps, you're to offer a land deal. In return for permanent on-call status as independent contractors, we'll obtain rights to use the nearby airfield as our new base. Hold on..." Wolf could hear beeps and blips on the other side. "Right, the satellite maps have it labelled as 'Searchlight Airport'. So the deal is '25% of a contract's value in caps and Searchlight Airport'. Give room for negotiation if he wants to lower payments. Cash from Vegas is extra, the real gem is the airport. Whether House is strategic enough to catch that is up for debate, but I hear he's a beancounter, so he may just focus on the caps. You know your assignment, Commander Tolen, I expect you perform as my hand in Vegas. Don't disappoint my faith I've placed in you." Wolf nodded at the radio, even though the Boss couldn't see, "Yes, sir. I won't let you down, you can count on me."

Ryan put his BDU shirt on over his undershirt and inspected how he looked. He brushed a little dust off the Mid-Western BOS patch on his right shoulder, then a little dust off his Arctic Haven patch to his left. He didn't care much for the south. Vegas was ridiculously dust prone. But regardless, he was going to follow his orders to the death and he had to make his way to Vegas' Strip. He left the office and went inside of McCarran to get a ride on the monorail to save him from needing to walk all the way around. as he sat on the rail, he had to admit his admiration of the use of old civilian pre-war transport, a rare sight in the world now. The intercom announced their arrival and he gently pushed past a couple rich civs out of NCR looking to waste their cash and he made his way to the north end of the Strip to the Lucky 38. But he couldn't figure out how to get inside. He scratched his head and made his way up to a nearby Securiwhatever, those Bots he'd only seen here in Vegas. He tapped on its TV screen, "Hey, uh....bot man...I need to talk to you boss, Mr. House. Can you tell him the Arctic Haven mercenaries are here with a business proposal?"

(OOC: Gingy, I'll let you handle the bot's reactions and so on so they can react in a way you feel they would/should)