Angelica was minding her own business while sitting alone in a corner of a small establishment. She sipped on her sunset sasparilla as she thought about her life. She really did not mind the NCR. However, they failed where she had hoped they wouldn't. She had been running from the Legion dogs since before she could remember. The running was wearing her out. She was getting frustrated. She wanted to fight back somehow. The running from and the fear of the Legion had made her do things she wish she didn't. She had to steal, and lie, and swindle. She even stole from her old employers back in Vegas. Sure they were not exactly good people, but they dealt honestly with her. She repaid them by stealing. If they were still alive back in Vegas, they would want her head. She was happy to be lost in thought when a man approached her. Her eyes narrowed as she focused on the stranger and came back to the present. Her right hand slowly gripped the handle of her plasma pistol as she set down her drink.
"Pardon me, Miss, Are you the one known as Angelica Phoenix?" the large man asked her.
She smiled and said the cliche line, "Depends who's asking, sir."
"I am not hear to play games, Miss, I was told to find you by my employer." the man said
Angelica pulls her pistol out of its holster and holds it under her table. She could easily blow out the mans kneecap if this goes bad. Confidently she replies, "I am Angelica Phoenix. Let's hear what your master has to say to me..."
The man placed a holotape onto the table with a smile and just turned around and left. Angelica was surprised. The man only needed a confirmation to deliver the holotape. who was his employer? Whomever it was, this was a good to get her interest. She stood up and left the tavern taking the holotape with her. She went to a secluded place to listen to the holotape.

---2 days later---

Angelica walks into an unfamiliar tavern in the Hub. She had thought she had been to them all in the Hub. She looks around looking for her target. The holotape had told her to find a man named Jackson Radford. She had a gotten a good description of the man but she did not see him anywhere. She cautiously makes her way through the tavern to the bartender. Naturally the bartender asked what would she like to drink. She tried to asked about Mr. Radford but the bartender insisted she buy something. Reluctantly, she bought a sunset sasparilla. The Bartender then pointed her to two men down on the end of the bad. She walks up to Mr. Radford with her sasparilla in hand and with a polite smile and tone spoke, "Hello, would you happen to be Mr. Jackson Radford, sir?"