Rough Riders, Frontier Unit - New Vegas, Nevada


 A faint pulsating tone could barely be heard from inside the pocket of one of the soldiers concealed in the cliffs above New Vegas. Although their senses were in a heightened state as they surveyed their surroundings for possible threats, so even though the beacons tone was faint they still heard it and reached into their pocket to deactivate the device.

 They all knew what to do at the sound of that beacon and none of them needed any direction on what to do next. Rising up from their positions the spectral trio effortlessly navigated down the arid rocky slopes of the cliff. Even short a person they still operated in a way that showed they were well bonded to each other.

 It wasn't until they got close to the gates of New Vegas that they slowed down and began to speak amongst each other. There was an uneasy banter amongst them that thickened the air around them with tension. As if something was bothering all of them but no one was willing to mention it. 

 “So do we want to go over the plan before we get to the gates? I don't know about you guys but this whole operation has me jumpy.”

“Jumpy is good. Just make sure you don't lose your cool. This isn't anything we haven't done before.”

“I know that but so far none of this is going the way it was supposed to. Eliza wasn't supposed to signal us this early.”

“So you think something's not square with the boss?”

“Come on we all know something's up with her. She hasn't been right for years. I just don't get why she would lose her cool now. I mean what's the significance of this operation over all the other ones? It's just asset protection.”

 “You really think she lost her cool?”

 “I don't know for sure but all the pieces are starting to fall into place. She hasn't been right since Oregon. We normally maintain a low profile but now here we are entering an area that the rest of the Riders are probably going to show up at and Eliza is where? Exactly.”

 “Let's just focus on the task at hand and if things go south we'll figure it out. Eliza has a reason for everything she does even if it doesn't always make sense to us we still trust her. Otherwise we wouldn't have stayed with her for so long.”

 After a few minutes of meandering through the streets they came up to the gates of New Vegas. Even though they were armed and obviously didn't look like tourists they weren't concerned with gaining entry.

 One of the soldiers flashed a pass to the securitron and began to speak. “Were part of the Jade Empresses entourage. Special security, we just got called up from reserves.”

The securitron examined the pass and deduced that it was legitimate and after hearing the person speak it promptly replied in its sharp robotic voice.

“There has been an incident at the Tops Hotel and Casino. A member of your delegation. Ms. Shelby Jackson has assaulted the President of the NCR. Ms. Jackson has been placed under room arrest in Gomorrah for the remainder of the summit.”

 Using this as an opportunity to interject and further strengthen their case the soldier spoke up again.

 “That's why we've been called in. Empress Calypso wanted to maintain a low security presence in order to help bolster her plans of peace and trade but after what happened she requested that we come to ensure her delegations safety.”

 The securitron took a moment to respond. Almost as if it were gathering information.

 “Very well you are free to enter. Empress Calypso is currently at the Ultra-Luxe. Ms. Jackson is currently in Suite 253 of the Gomorrah. Have a nice day.” 

The group was waved through by security and they entered the glistening lights of the Vegas strip.