» Fri May 04, 2012 11:49 am
Chapter 5-Ignorance
I drop to the floor, clutching my wrist. A mass of blood must have clotted on my way to Nipton, and it is finally being released. Skorpio has no knowledge of the incident, as he is fast asleep, but Brad turns and notices my predicament. He grabs a cloth from the nearby table, and wraps it around my wrist. It's no use. The massive amounts of blood ruin the integrity of the cloth. Brad helps me downstairs and out of the general store, then walks me across the street and into Doctor Retzer's house.
"Doctor..." says Brad. Retzer comes into view from the living room of his house.
He sees my hand. "Oh, god. Okay. Bring him over here," he replies. Rezter and Brad both help me up to what appears to be an emergency stretcher.
"Just trust me on this, Brad," he says. The doctor restrains my hands and legs on the sides of the stretcher. I can't move. "You can go now, Brad, I'll take this from here," says the doctor. Brad nods, and leaves the house.
Retzer opens a cabinet and pulls out another tourniquet. However, he pours a ridiculous amount of alcohol into the wound.
"AHH!," I moan. I can almost HEAR the alcohol burning my skin. I struggle at the restraints that attach me to the stretcher. He then applies the tourniquet.
"I'll be back in a few minutes to check on you," says the doctor. He injects the contents of a stimpak, then leaves the room.
Another figure almost simply appears into my vision. It comes through the door of the medical room, and sits down on the chair next to me. Vulpes Inculta.
I struggle violently at the restraints on the stretcher, but it's no use. Vulpes has me imprisoned like a cornered rat.
"Oh, no need to struggle. I'm not here to kill you," says Vulpes. I raise an eyebrow.
"Before I know I can trust you, tell me what was in the package, Vulpes," I reply.
"Cloud residue..." he replies. My expression changes to surprise. "Not what you would expect though. The contents of that package are quite rare."
"Huh?" I ask. My wrist is in a lot of pain, and I don't feel like elongating any sentences.
"There's only a small whiff of cloud residue in that box, so it is harmless. But the real cloud? It would spread like a swarm of locusts. It would eventually, after a while, form a much larger cloud. A toxic cloud, lethal to whoever inhales it," replies Vulpes.
"Why simply send out the residue then?" I ask.
"A message to the NCR, although their politicians and soldiers are too pathetic to determine the real message. The scientists, however, that's a different story. The scientists of the OSI eventually will know exactly what it is, and where it came from," says Vulpes.
"What is the message, then? And how is it important enough to pay that many caps for?" I ask.
"The scientists of the OSI will know exactly what I have sent them. I'll give you the short story, then, Courier. One of our Frumentarii gained information, but not access, to an Old World casino called the Sierra Madre. The outside of it is a radioactive hell, but inside, it is one of the greatest treasure chests left on this earth. The reason the Sierra Madre survived is because of this cloud. Which is interesting. It preserves structures, weapons, and technology, but it decimates all life. A perfect weapon for the Legion, is it not?" asks Vulpes.
I gulp at the thought of this. "What is the message, then?" I repeat.
"It's a message to the OSI, that the Legion is a lot more than a physical killing machine. Instead of simply giving it to us to that we can give it to them, you have simply thrown it right into the heart of the NCR without even knowing it, Courier. Showing them this, means that we have more than one means of killing them, revealing to the OSI that the NCR's days are numbered," replies Vulpes.
"I don't like either of you, but I can't say that I'm very fond of the NCR, either, Vulpes," I reply. Vulpes gives a wicked smile, then nods.
"Oh yes, the other half of your payment," says Vulpes. He hands me a bag of presumably 2500 caps, as he had promised.
"You didn't do exactly as I asked, so Caesar is fairly furious. He wants me to send a group of assassins to kill you. But, no. I don't want to do that. You're too resourceful, Courier. With that being said, Caesar will want to hunt you down. But without my aid in doing so, it will take him a lot longer to do it. His finding you is inevitable, though," says Vulpes.
I sigh. "There's no pleasing him, is there?" I reply.
"I have one way in which I can grant you amnesty among the Legion," says Vulpes. "The NCR is in possession of a technology that Caesar fears. We discovered this artifact recently, Courier. The last lead we had on it, is that it is in possession of a man named Sergeant Taylor. He was stationed at the NCRCF, but at the time of receiving this item, he moved to the Mojave Outpost to have it in safekeeping. I want you, to steal it. You can kill them all, if you have the guts, and the guns, or you can take a more subtle approach. It's your choice, Courier." says Vulpes.
"Where do you want it delivered?" I ask.
"A place where the NCR will not have the guts to go looking for it. The Divide," says Vulpes. "The NCR want to use it as a route into the Mojave, but the Divide is too harsh of an environment for their soldiers to survive for more than a few days." Vulpes hands me a map of the Divide. It's one I've seen before. He points at a canyon in what appears to be the final stretch of the Divide.
"There is an old passageway that was built by the post-war survivors of the Divide, Courier. A very steep one, that climbs almost directly up the cliff. When you reach the top. there will be an old and broken down house that belonged to some of the survivors," says Vulpes. He hands me a key. "The basemant of the house is very well built, so it will survive no matter what happens in this war. This will unlock the basemant. Place the package inside the basemant, then lock the basemant. Dispose of the key, so that this technology is never heard of or seen again." says Vulpes.
"How will I recognize the package, Vulpes?" I ask.
"The box in which this technology is located in bears the markings of the Divide. You WILL recognize it when you see it." says Vulpes.
"I am guessing that the NCR has confiscated your first half of the payment, so here's something that will make up for it. He grabs a mysterious-looking syringe from a pocket in his Decanus outfit, and injects it almost directly into my chest. I moan a bit, but the medicine is soothing, and numbing. He then opens my restraints, and leaves the room like a puff of smoke in the dark. Due to the tourniquet, my wrist is already feeling better. Perhaps I had misjudged the Legion. Perhaps they CAN be reasonable. At least, more-so than the NCR. This thought is short-lived, because as I am leaving the house, I notice blood in the ruined carpet. I move about five feet and almost step on the corpse of Doctor Retzer. A machete has pierced his heart, and still remains there. I pull the machete out of his chest, and return to the general store.
I don't speak to Brad, and walk into the bathroom. I turn on the sink, and wash the wet blood off of the blade.
I walk back into the room in which Skorpio is still sleeping, and Brad is finishing his tomato soup.
"Retzer is dead. A Legion assassin murdered him," I say. Shock is expressed through Brad's face for a few seconds, but then he understands, and sits down on the chair next to him.
"Well, if it's a REAL Legion assassin, we shouldn't do anything about it. I'm betting he's at least a mile away from here now. Even though this is largely NCR territory, the Legion knows the land better than just about anyone," says Brad.
"I need to go back to my home, Brad," I say.
"Why is that? Tired of the Mojave already?" Brad asks.
"No. I need to deliver something important. Is Skorpio in good enough condition to walk?" I ask.
"No. He won't be able to make much ground until his wound heals, which could be a few days." says Brad.
I curse under my breath. "Then I'm going to head back alone. I need to get there soon," I reply. Brad nods.
"Wait just a minute, Courier. I'll be right back." says Brad. He heads downstairs, and then returns about thirty seconds later with an assault carbine, and a sack of several 5.56 magazines.
"Oh, I almost forgot," says Brad. He pulls a small machine-gun from the sack. "It's a Skorpio."
"Give it to him, Brad," I reply. I point at Skorpio laying on the bed. "He'll need it, if he's ever going to leave this place."
Brad nods, and then sees me out. It's still nighttime. Probably 11:00 or so.
"Be careful, Courier. We're a long way from the Divide, and some things, dangerous things, are only awake in the dead of night." says Brad.
I shake his hand and give him a large handful of caps from the sack of 2,500 that Vulpes has given me.
Just like that, I'm sprinting away from Nipton, alone, in the direction of the Mojave Outpost, while my useless left arm is limping along with me. Perhaps it is not the best tactic to run in the wilderness in the dead of night, as I will soon learn.
To Be Continued in Chapter 6...
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Take a photograph, as the last train is leaving."
-Blink-182 (Easy Target '03)