[color=2e3192][h1][center]Robert House[/center][/h1][/color]
[color=2e3192][h2][center]Lucky 38 Casino & Hotel[/center][/h2][/color]

[i]"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.”[/i]

“Very well. The space is yours, so long as you adhere to the F.Z.M’s laws and allow me to keep tabs on what sort of business you are conducting inside my borders. If you have clients that wish to be anonymous, that is your choice. But the decisions I allow you to make within my borders are my responsibility, yes?”

Robert sighed. “With that, I suppose that it is high time we begin the second day of the summit. I suppose that I should be setting everything in order. Was there anything else you wished to speak of? If there are any further formalities, I can forward you a specific document that will simply require your signature.”

[i]Who was the VP of RobCo back in the day....hmmmm..it was a Mr. Milburn right? Thomas Milburn? No, no that's not right..I'm not sure where I pulled that name from to be honest....Bradburton?[/i]

[i]…What the fuck?[/i]

“Please excuse me, Commander.”

[i]…Thomas Milburne?[/i]

House assumed remote control of the securitron in charge of the odd transmission. The policeman’s face still remained vigilant on the screen, but its voice was more disjointed and ‘human’ sounding. “Mr. House…will be willing to meet with you in the Lucky 38 itself.” The securitron produced a key from a compartment in its armor. “Any misbehavior will see you thrown out of the casino. He will be in touch.”

[i]I have not heard that name in centuries.[/i]

At that, Robert House took command of the loudspeakers, which were affixed to the interior and exterior of each casino. He produced a generic, digitally-composed voice:

"The second meeting of the New Vegas Convention will begin at 4:30 -- three hours from now."