Hey Guys, Cross436 Here! I found this recently, and decided I'd try uploading this, see how'd it go. I hope you guys enjoy! (Also, I'd like to mention it was a couple of years ago when I wrote this, so it isn't the best.)

It was a cool night, the breeze felt good as the gun for hire known as Cross settled on a mountaintop, looking out at New Vegas from a distance. He started to think of all the friends and enemies he had made over the years. He thought about his old crew, who got killed off in a job they should have never accepted. All of them accepted the suicide job, but he didn't. He remembered the last conversation he had with Joe, one of the members. "Hey Cross, we got a job." "Oh yeah, what are we doing? Hitting or protecting someone?" We're hitting someone." "Who's the target?" "Caesar." "What?! Man, are you crazy?!" "Dude if we pull this job off we'll be set for life. All of us." "What's the pay?" "Five hundred thousand caps per person. "Holy shit!" "See? You know you know you want that money, come on!" "No. that may be a lot of money Joe, but I ain't stupid." Whatever, your loss, Cross." The last conversation he had with his old crew member faded away as Cross looked off into the distance. "Hey." A feminine voice behind him said casually. Startled, Cross immediately stood up and drew his custom pistol on the intruder, a heavily modified .44 revolver, only to see a woman, dressed in rags with nothing but a power fist on her right arm. "Relax, I'm not here to kill you, Cross." "Yeah, like I'm supposed to believe that." He responded. "IF I wanted to kill you, don't you think I would've said nothing and just snapped your neck?" she said, slightly annoyed at the sight of a gun being pointed at her. Cross lowered his gun with that sentence. "Fair enough. Who are you, and how did you find me?" he asked, still wary. She sighed. "My name Is Veronica, and… I'm from the Brotherhood of Steel. I've been watching you since your squad got killed. We need your help." "The Brotherhood of Steel? What do they want with me? Also, the fact that you have been watching me is really creepy, but then again, it's the Mojave." She chuckled a little at his remark. "So what does the Brotherhood need my help with?" He asked, his curiosity peaked. Without answering, she walked closer to him, approaching him with a mix of caution and sexuality. She rested her arms on his broad shoulders. "Don't worry, I'll let you know everything." She said with a sly grin on her face. Without warning, she put a needle filled with some type of fluid into Cross's neck. He quickly pushed her away and removed the needle, but it was too late, whatever was in the needle was already inside him, and slowly he was losing conscience. "What did… you… do?" he asked as he began to collapse onto the dirt. "It's a sleep agent. Don't worry, I'll explain everything when you're awake." Cross's eyes slowly began to close, until he was completely still. Three armored people approached Veronica. "Good job, I thought for a second or two he was going to shoot you." "Me too, but congratulate me later, we need to get him back to base before the injection wears off." "Yes ma'am." The Brotherhood soldiers lifted the unconscious mercenary and began the trek back to their bunker. Meanwhile, unknown to the group, two other groups were watching, one under the flag of the two-headed bear, the other under the flag of the bull.