[color=1a7b30][b]Commander Tolen, New Vegas field commander.
Vault 21, New Vegas[/b][/color]

Much to Tolen's shock, House accepted his offer, instead having replied. "I am pleased by your concise articulation. You don't seem to be hiding behind flowery language like the rest of this rabble. Then good, let us move to business. I will accept your offer under my terms. I will hold you to the monthly inspection -- I do not care to police the private lives of my citizens, but you are a foreign business and thus that has forced my hand. I will send a few of my men each month to view your dealings and production. I agree with the rest of your terms, so long as you do not leave me in the dark. I wish to be aware of your operations and intentions inside the FZM. One question, though, before we get to writing -- why choose my territory for a stronghold?"

Tolen shrugged, "Inspections are doable, but our intel files will be off limits. Corporate privacy and all that. But inspections are agreeable. As for why we want the airport, it's a good waypoint between major West Coast factions and would serve us well as a Forward Operating Base in this region. The Boss has asked us to make sure we get this base and set up shop here. In return for our use of this area, this obviously will mean we will no longer accept contracts against New Vegas, seeing as we would have business ties we value." Ryan ran a hand through the grip of the pitcher and began pouring another cup of water. "Mr. House, we're based out of Alaska. Flying vertibirds to and fro is quick to add up in cost. But this airbase offers us a whole new world of possibilities for deployment in the region. In fact, we have men on standby as soon as you give us the greenlight. Then you'll see what happens when Arctic Haven [i]really[/i] deploys itself, not that little pissant checkpoint outside the Strip we have right now, that airbase will be our continental aircraft carrier in a sea of factions."