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

The monitor began to glow with each sound from Mr. House's voice, “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?” Ryan bowed his head lightly to the monitor, "On behalf of Arctic Haven, I thank you. What we do at the base itself to set up operations outside of the region will remain classified, but you have the Boss' word that we will never act against you or anyone within New Vegas unless under your contract and yours alone. We are mercenaries, but we honor our contracts and word." Ryan knelt over the table to sign the lease contract with New Vegas and signed it, tore the original off and placed the carbon copy in a slot near the terminal. "There you are, Mr. House. Now we both have a set record of what we agree on, so neither of us can try to weasel out of our deals." Robert's monitor glowed with an audible sigh, “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.” Ryan shook his head, "Besides the contract. I have no further papers that need signing at this time.". Ryan stood up and placed the contract in a folder and snapped the metal briefcase shut. He turned to the monitor, "It's been a pleasure, Mr. House. We look forward to a profitable partnership." He nodded once more, turned and pulled a walkie talkie from his belt, "Commence the move to Fort Hope."

[color=1a7b30][b]Six Hours Later[/b][/color]

The mercenaries were true to their word and within minutes of moving, they quickly began to fold in the tall walls with cranes onto the trucks, the tents speedily folded back in. The vertibirds followed the ground convoy, anti-material rifles ready for any threats on the ground, human or creature. Thankfully the transit was slow but uneventful. Upon arrival to the base, they began putting the concrete walls inside along the original chainlink. The basic functions of the camp were online thanks to the use of fission battery generators for the lights and water pumps, the tents and trailers were in position. The planes were dragged into their planned place. However, filling the hole and paving the concrete purchased from Quarry Junction would take a few days, but it'd be worth it in the end. A forward operating base set up in a quality junction between rivaling factions.

(OOC: Since Searchlight will be a secondary main base for my faction, I took the time to draw out a map for anyone who ever does business with my faction to get a better mental picture of the base, it will be added to the here and my character sheet shortly. http://i.imgur.com/vjztgrM.png)