Chapter 1: I can see you

Boones' P.O.V

9:30 am, Novac, Mojave wastelands.

I saw them over in the distance, about half a mile away. All in red and bearing the standards of Caesars' legion-those bastards never were ones for being inconspicuous.

I took aim, looking down the crosshairs of my scope, trying to find the leader of the group. Take him out and the rest will follow. Picked out the guy wearing the glasses and the helmet (Legion call them the Damascus) and fired. Blood and brain everywhere. The group scattered like scared ravens, leaving each other behind to take the next hit. Hardly befitting for a so-called Legion.

That was always their problem—the Legion were too stuck up to accept help or reach out to the commoners. They secluded themselves and kissed the ass of their great leader Caesar, whilst the rest of the world toiled away trying to survive in this filthy wasteland. That's why I joined the NCR—at least they're trying to do something to help.

I looked down the scope once more to see if there were any Legion soldiers brave enough to carry on, but found nothing. They're too shit-scared to come back because they know who's waiting for them.

"The last thing they never see"