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[u][b]General Shu, train to Shady Sands[/b][/u]

The General in question coughed again, still suffering the after-effects of the Cloud attack - Christine spoke, that the effects of the Cloud wouldn't leave any lasting or developing injuries to him. Beyond the usual lung infection, that is caused upon inhalation of foreign substance. There wasn't much case, if it would clear or not - but post-American medical technology was still able to do miracles.

As he sat there, looking over the documents - he heard the declaration on the radio. Namely from Mister House and what he had planned for the future of the Wasteland or atleast his ideas of the Mojave. He cursed again, namely at the entire Administration - while Shu was known to be a decent man. Understanding, smart, not blindly-ambitious and a not blind to the situation around him - he had to be honest, that there were times, that he felt the bureacracy was too much hindering their gains in the Mojave. Back when the NCR had a base at Camp McCarran - if the politicians could once, just once - focus on the gains and not the costs, if they hadn't dog-tailed around over 'reasons' the NCR could have easily enwrapped the Mojave years ago.

Instead, they had several new nations that had formed over the years - and what none of the Administration had wanted to admit, they were a challenge to the power of the New California Republic. No matter what the politicians and barons had wanted to say - the NCR couldn't fight ten wars at once, from ten angles. No matter how big and large their army was - they were in all honesty, civilian conscripts. Namely, they were a civilian army - not a class or professional one. That was wielded by the Legion or Brotherhood.

Now while he disliked such parties - he was more willing to leave by-gone and stay on the borders of eachother - than waste senseless lives on a dead cause. He coughed once more - before ordering a radio-set to be brought into his cabin by the nearby guards.

Namely he needed to get into contact with the President of the Texas state - the Kimball Administration had left several hundred of troops, near their borders. Without being able to move them back, not unless they had to abandon several tons of equipment - he had only one choice in mind. He needed to come up with something, quickly and immediately. Namely with the army cleaning house back home - he was likely the only one, whom could authorize such a deal.

"I wish to speak with the President of Texas..."