[b][i]Novac[/i][/b]

In the gift shop, Jessica would overhear an old but fit woman with her grey hair tied with a bun - Jeannie May Crawford - talking with an African-American man - Cliff Briscoe - about the topic that she wanted to know about, the NCR presence in Novac.

"Come on now, Jeannie May, the NCR bring good business! It's not as if they haven't bought my souviners!" the shop owner was saying. "Besides, it's not as if they're not paying the right dues to your motel..."

"That Commander Boone is a decent person, yes," Jeannie was saying, "but his wife and her brat have tested me to the end of my patience." Well, this was a surprise; Novac's [i]de-facto[/i] mayor had a reputation for being calm, perhaps even passive-aggressive. "They should go back to New Vegas where they belong."

"Oh, come on now," Cliff said, "you're exaggerating."

"Maybe I am..." Jeannie seemed to recover some of her composure, and began walking to the entrance, where Jessica was well-placed to hear the conversation...

[b][i]Nipton[/i][/b]

The decision had been made to pursue, then. Now was the time for them to track the Legion convoy, which was running into its own problems, although they didn't know that...

[b][i]Paradise 'Par' Rapids[/i][/b]

For now, all Par can do was wait, and hope that he had not strained the tolerance of one James Farkas or his sister in using Freeside and his ties with The Kings as part of his gambit to drive the corrupt elements of the Crimson Caravan out...

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