[color=0054a6][b]Robert House - Lucky 38[/b][/color]

Mr. House paused his audio conference and articulated a news message, audible through all speakers on the Strip, in a digitally-crafted voice:

[i]"The NCR has foiled a Ghost invasion on the Arizona border. Despite usage of 'the cloud', the NCR suffered minimal casualties.[/i]

House returned to his conference and gave a second affirming 'hm.' upon hearing Barnaky's request. "Done. I have no interest in repeating the mistakes of my deceased contemporaries. If it means that the FZM and Brotherhood of Steel can enjoy a mutually beneficial and stable relationship going forward, I will let you handle the deconstruction of nuclear facilities. That [i]is[/i] part of your mission, isn't it? I will not interfere."

After a few seconds of hesitation, Robert took a deep breath. "We can put this all on paper and I can write up a formal document for your party before it leaves New Vegas. In fact, I'll have it drafted momentarily. Included would be that the your chapter of the Brotherhood of Steel will be allowed sanctuary inside FZM lands, so long as it does not incite any violence within my lands. The FZM will formally occupy The Divide and hand over any ICBM technologies discovered to the Brotherhood. In exchange, the Brotherhood will assist in developing the FZM's future human military and the two parties will together ensure that the NCR does not advance into the east. Satisfactory?"

[color=0054a6][b]Securitron Mk. II - New Vegas[/b][/color]

[i]"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?"[/i]

The securitron's TV-screen became wholly blank as a response, leaving static behind, as if the artificial personality had gone into temporary stasis. Within moments, the image returned.

"President Robert House would be happy to meet with you. He has immediately reserved a room in Vault 21, equipped with a screen for a video-conference. Please let the front office know who you are and you will be led to your quarters."

After the Arctic Haven representative left, a curious man approached. [i]"Err...robots! Do you mind if I ask you a few questions? What....what are you exactly?"[/i]

"I am a Mark-II PDQ 88-b Securitron, also known as a Rob-Co Security Model 2060-B. We have been tasked by our creator and president Robert Edwin House to protect the citizens of the Free Economic Zone of the Mojave and deliver Mr. House's vision. This particular unit is tasked with the defense of the Lucky 38 Hotel and Casino, the crown jewel of the city of Las Vegas. My programming obligates me to answer any further questions you might have."

[color=0054a6][b]A Sharp-Dressed Ghoul - The Tops Hotel and Casino [/b][/color]

The ghoul immediately slipped into the door and crouched down underneath the desk. A lovely young woman had been placed in charge of the distribution of casino chips.

"Do not make a sound," mumbled the ghoul. He pointed his pistol directly toward the woman's head. "Act normal."

The poor girl obliged and nervously kept her gaze fixed out of the register's window.

"Good. Now. I want you to grab those complimentary reward bags and start filling them with all of the cash--caps, NCR dollars, Legion coins, all of it--and I want you to act normal. If a customer walks up, do your job and do not go off script."

"O-okay..." the woman mumbled, She began retrieving the bags and arbitrarily emptying out the drawers. It took a total of about five minutes for her to finish filling the bags. The replacement door guardsman had yet to show.

The ghoul scoffed at the fact that he had so easily broken the bank. All of their currently-uninvested funds had been assigned to a single guard, in a spot that existed in plain sight. "Hurry."

The woman grimaced and slid the two large bags across the ground toward the ghoul.

"Now, miss. There is a way that we can both walk out of this with roses. Take a break to the little girl's room. Feign ignorance. Keep your job. All right?"

The woman took a deep breath and shakily nodded.

"Good. You go first."

The cashier gingerly strolled out of the small vault and the ghoul followed behind her, carrying two massive bags of cash. The perfect alibi existed in the fact that this image was not abnormal. He simply looked like a man who had won big at cards. At that, he parted ways with the woman and returned to his room. The ghoul was almost disappointed. It had been so pathetically easily to empty the coffers. Nonetheless, he had made it out unscathed.

Now it was time for the next phase of the plan.