[color=662d91][b]Mr. House - El Dorado Substation[/b][/color]

“…We were never in any real danger. Most likely what happened is a failure to properly disperse the intense amount of energy on this end. Overloaded the fragile pre-war system and caused the mess you see here. Would you agree with that Robert?” Thomas turned to the television monitor with a grin.

Robert’s eyes narrowed, and his gaze cut straight through the monitor. Completely disinterested with the mutilated caravan guards on the floor, he gave a half-smile toward the silhouette of Thomas Milburn. “You crazy bastard…a teleporter? If I had even begun to hypothesize molecular travel, I would not have shrouded it in this ancient facility. But I suppose that it is fortuitous that your quick journey has brought you -directly- to New Vegas.”

Upon Robert House’s command, a pair of securitrons rolled into the station, their intimidating cartoon-soldier computer screens staring intently at the arriving party from the Institute. The flickering digital image of Robert’s face slightly bowed its head. “It has been so very long, Thomas…centuries, now, since I have seen your face. I hope that you are not disappointed in return; you and I have found different means to weather these many years.”

The two securitrons motioned toward the door and House spoke again. “I hope, then, that you will accept an invitation into my home. Once you have had your fill of the giant cascade of lights, there is much at work underneath them. We have made it this far because we have visions…meticulous ones…I suspect that they are not terribly different from one another.” 

Robert then stared at the remaining scientists. “I want this mess cleaned immediately. In addition, while Dr. Milburne and…” he stared at the menacing red-haired woman. “…his friend…are staying in New Vegas, I want this apparatus transported to the REPCONN facility; there is a far greater conduit of power present, one that will not overload upon use.”

Upon following the securitrons, Milburn and his party would be led to a presidential suite of their choice in any of the three casinos; House would plan so swiftly and exaggeratingly for their arrival that a room outfitted with every possible luxury would be available.

“Enjoy yourself, and pay me a visit in the Lucky 38 when you are ready, my old friend.”