[b]Rough Riders- New Vegas, Nevada[/b]


“Let me be very clear with you Ms. Jackson. You’re an intelligent woman so I expect you to understand the gravity of the situation.” The agent declined the offer of wine and instead retrieved a pack of cigarettes from her waistband, upon lighting one the acrid smell began to fill the room. “I hope you don’t mind. I don’t drink, and I only occasionally indulge myself with the sinful delight of a cigarette.” She shuddered slightly as drew a long puff on the cigarette as if she’d been longing for it for quite awhile. Although she acted proper, something did seem to be off about her, but it was hard to pinpoint what that was. She was quite the character. She was cold and professional for sure and seemed quite knowledgable about the world around her but one couldn’t help but feel like she was hiding something, like all of this was a show. 
 
“I’m sorry Ms. Jackson. I didn’t mean to get distracted from the task at hand.” Quickly composing herself she laid the cigarette down in a nearby ashtray and continued as if nothing was out of place. “You’ll needn’t have to concern yourself with Robert House. Have Calypso contact him and request a change of accommodations if she would like. But one thing I would wholeheartedly suggest is a personal security detail. You came here for peace and diplomacy, for that you’ve earned a great bit of respect from myself and the outfit I represent. Although I hate to admit that war and violence is at all of our doorsteps, and you’ll want to make sure you have the right people standing with you when it comes to yours. Like I said for now my services are free, and will continue to be until you return to your home. If you and Calypso would like I can have a security detail here within the hour. All I need is your approval, nothing more.” The woman finished with speaking for the moment then reached for her still smoldering cigarette and pressed it against her lips taking another intense draw before returning it back to the ashtray.