[color=9e0039][b]Lucrezia "Lucy" Omerta - Sunset Sarsaparilla Headquarters, Outer Vegas[/b][/color]

Lucy waited patiently within the small boardroom on the upper floors of the old abandoned Sunset Sarsaparilla Factory in West Outer Vegas. The location had been carefully chosen, and then relayed to The Brotherhood of Steel, under the assumption that it would serve adequately as a neutral ground for them to meet. Out of the way, far from NCR jurisdiction, and completely abandoned ever since the encroachment of The Green had driven any would-be squatters away: it was a suitably dreary location for a clandestine meeting. 

Lucy’s men had managed to get the boardroom cleaned up and had even hooked up a power generator to give the place some lights and fresh air blowing through it - but it was still a far cry from where Lucy would have preferred to meet. Her luxurious office within Gomorrah would have done nicely, were it not for the ever-present NCR threat on the Strip which, even if extreme precautions had been taken to ensure security, would have posed an unnecessary risk to both parties. Neither the Family, nor The Brotherhood, could afford tipping off anyone within the NCR of this meeting: least of which the Ambassador. 

The Omerta Heir-apparent had with her a few dozen Omerta made-men, a similar number of White Glove Society members, and a small squad of heavily armed Iron Forester mercs all spread out throughout the building for security. Ostensibly they were there to protect her if The Brotherhood turned treacherous for any reason: but the harsh reality was that most likely they’d all be dead if that happened. Only the Iron Forester Mercs had any hope of fighting back on anything approaching an even footing: and they had made it very clear that their ‘hazard pay’ didn’t include fighting power-armored Knights if any of those should show up.

It was a gamble then, but Lucy was betting on the odds of The Brotherhood agents not being the shoot-first type. There would be no point in it, and furthermore, nothing to gain. Both sides had interest in hearing each other out: and that was what she was counting on. 

Lucy tapped her fingers on the table in front of her and sipped nervously, and somewhat ironically, on the cold bottle of Nuka Cola in front of her. This was perhaps the most important task her father had entrusted with her to date, and she wasn't about to go and screw it up. 

[i]Calm…clear head[/i], She told herself, [i]They’re people…not machines. They can be reasoned with. [/i]

“Madam…” A calm, airy voice interrupted her troubled thoughts. Lucy looked up to see a White Glove concierge standing before her, giving a slight bow, “The mercenary Scout has spotted what he believes to be a Brotherhood party approaching the factory.”

Lucy gulped and downed that last of the Nuka Cola, tossing the empty bottle to one of her Omerta thugs. She looked up at the concierge, and if there was any note of fear in his face, it was completely obscured by that damned mask of his. Maybe that was the real reason the Society wore those stupid things after all...

“Then let’s welcome them in…”

Minutes later Lucy could hear the footsteps of the Brotherhood agents approaching the Boardroom. As they entered, escorted by the concierge, she stood up from the table and walked over to offer her hand to whoever looked to be the leader. 

“Lucrezia Omerta,” She said politely, “A pleasure to make your acquaintance...I hope you had no trouble on the road.”