The days after the Second Battle for Hoover Dam had gotten progressively more complicated, considering the actions of the Courier. She had decided to side with none of the three major players, and instead decided that she would let Vegas rule itself, or at least by her, she being the one who would actually care about what her people wanted. She had met all the major players, and had seen their hands, but had decided that she held the best. Luck had been the lady, and on her side in the end. After disabling Mr. House, she had stormed the Dam, and inserted herself into the conflict. Kicking both the NCR and the Legion out had been easier than she thought, and they had retreated to lick their gaping wounds. Clarissa had been able to upgrade her Securitron army, and her opponents had been no match for their strength.

The dam had first been secured by her wonderful Securitrons, with the help of Yes Man, and almost immediately after, the Brotherhood did their part in the plan. She had asked McNamara to help her by assisting and protecting those that were of the human variety. In return, they would get control over Hoover Dam, and be allowed to explore the technology inside, so long as they continued to provide power for the people of New Vegas. Clarissa was elated that she really no longer had to get her hands dirty with blood, but instead politics were what tarnished them. Now she just had to spend her time getting the citizens of New Vegas's input on different actions she was choosing to take, and what to do about food and other necessities.

"Boone, come cuddle with me you fucker!"

The Courier laughed, knowing fully well what Boone was going do to her when he made his way from the kitchen to her room. She wouldn't be surprised if today he actually shot her with the rifle that seemed to never disappear from his back. This had started to become a daily thing between the two, whose friendship had lasted even after she kicked out the NCR and the Legion. She had worried that when she decided not to help the NCR, that he would leave due to his alliance and history with them, but he stuck next to her through it all, even standing up to her when Oliver and Boyd tried to attack her.

"Why don't you ask Yes Man to do it? Unlike him, I can say no."

She started laughing even harder, enjoying the look on his face when she threw one of the pillows from her king size bed and nailed him right in the face. Jumping up, she moved back so that he couldn't hit her in return. Most of their mornings started like this anymore, banter thrown between the two who had been friends since her journey practically started. This was the way she passed the time since Hoover Dam. When she wasn't arguing with Boone or one of her other companions, she was stuck in the middle of a meeting with Swank and the other Casino owners of The Strip.

"Next time, I will ask you when you are drunk. What do you want to do today? I can't sit in this casino another day. We could go visit Goodsprings, go visit Ranger Andy at Novac. Can we do something?"

Boone stared at the girl who had become his companion over the last few months, and smiled. This young courier had united a whole territory full of people who almost despised each other, for one common goal between them all, Independence. While no, they were not completely free, she still ultimately made the decisions, he couldn't think of anyone better for the job, and had never seen someone who cared so much for the people who truly deserved it before. The young woman had done the best with what she had, and he was beyond proud of her.

"Yeah, let's go ahead and do that. Snipers always travel in pair's right?"

Clarissa jumped out of the bed, pulling her trench coat she had gotten from Ulysses over top of her normal white tank top and cargo pants. Reaching into the trunk in front of her bed, she pulled out the most beautiful weapon she had ever laid eyes on, her Holorifle. She held it close, remembering the time she had spent in the Sierra Madre, and cringed. She remembered the lack of breath she had when running through the cloud, though luckily Dean Domino taught her a few tricks about how to hold her breath in the cloud and fight the corrosion.

Following Boone out of the room, she ended up in the main hallway of the Presidential Suite at the Lucky 38. She motioned towards Veronica, and mentioned that she was leaving with Boone, and they would hopefully be back within the week at least. Veronica smiled, and gave her the look of approval, excited that someone was able to get out of the tower for a little while. Running to the elevator, she jumped up and down inside of it, waiting for Boone to follow her inside.

As soon as they reached the gates that lead to Freeside, she jumped with utter glee at the sight of people helping one another in a place you once had to watch your back in, for fear of a thug killing you. She sped towards the Kings School of Impersonation, longing to see her good friend, the King, and her favorite dog. Beckoning to Boone to keep up, she only skidded to a stop a moment before she hit the door. Stumbling inside, she fell right into the arms of the King himself, who had been on his way outside. After talking for a bit, he promised that he would watch out for everyone while she was gone, and keep an eye on the brotherhood. Calling for Rex, she turned right back around and bounded out the door.

It took them most of the day to travel to Old Miss Gibson's scrapyard, and the Courier had begun to get worried. There were a lot of Brotherhood gathering a little South in Novac, which could only mean something had happened. First, she worried for Boone, thinking Crawford's body had been found, and they had realized exactly how she had died, and whose gun it had come from. Then she begun to worry for the people, thinking that the Brotherhood had found some type of technology they were just dying to get their hands on.

"Boone, come on, we need to run to Novac and see what's up, or at least get some type of signal going to the Securitron unit stationed there."

She pulled out the NCR transmitter that Yes Man had taught her how to rewire, and beamed. This was one of their superior ideas. Radioing into the unit stationed in Novac, the message was relayed that a high value target had been caught, and that the Brotherhood was taking him into custody. Something seemed off to the Courier, who had never seen the Brotherhood act in such fervor or numbers over one target, unless well, they were her.

Deciding to head there, instead of staying at the Scrapyard for the night, Clarissa broke into a hasty jog, not slowing down to worry about any creatures that were possibly trying to hunt her, relying on Boone and Rex to take them out. In less than half an hour, she would have guessed, she had arrived in the center of town, demanding to know what was going on, but the Brotherhood was not forthcoming. Threatening to go to Elder McNamara, the nearest Paladin blatantly laughed in her face, causing Rex to growl and stalk towards him.

"Who are you hunting, you damn hard-headed, technology absorbed asshole?!"