Boone did not know what to make of him.
Brandon, a few feet in front of Boone, walked across the Mojave Wasteland with Benny's "lucky" gun, Maria, in hand, Rex walking beside him. They had been walking for at least an hour now, heading towards Helios One for some unknown reason. Unknown to Boone, at least. Boone had never completely trusted Brandon, and the former courier didn't seem to trust him either. Not that either one of them actually trusted anyone. It was just that everything about the man seemed...off. Something always hid his eyes. His face was pale and resembled a skull. A hint of worry or anxiety never left Brandon's face, and he barely smiled or even smirked. He was able to gun down anything, whether it be a radscorpion or an unsuspecting chem addict, in cold blood, nothing on his face but that hint of worry. You didn't have to be paranoid to be suspicious of him.
But that was just on the outside. Boone had traveled with Brandon for a while, and had seen what the man was capable of. The courier had talked himself out of almost every situation he ended up in, and was able to lie without any kind of twitch or tell-tale sign. Most of the time, even Boone believed him. That was only of the things that made him untrustworthy, though. Brandon was a manipulator. A dangerous one. The NCR, House, and The Legion all thought he worked for them, and them alone. But he didn't. Boone knew better. Brandon helped people, but he didn't work for them. He didn't take orders from anyone, and whatever he did was done willingly. Boone knew that Brandon didn't agree with the views of any faction. So whenever the two of them came to an NCR-controlled location, Boone always kept his finger on the trigger. You never know. One second, Brandon might offer his help, and the next second he could shoot someone for no real reason, like at Gomorrah.
Gomorrah. No one ever forgot about Gomorrah.
Boone decided not to think about that, but there were some other things he remembered. Things like Fororn Hope, Vault 3, Bitter Springs...Wasn't sure what to think of that last one. What was Brandon thinking, bringing him there. Maybe it was his idea of a joke. Maybe he wasn't thinking at all. Tch.
Brandon checked the map on his Pip-Boy and looked back at the sniper, apparently checking to see if he was still there. Maybe Brandon was paranoid. That would've been a laugh.
Forlorn Hope...Vault 3...
Mojave Outpost.