Hello, this is a tie up to Cashing out, be sure to read it as well.
Boone had a brief flashback about his last six months alongside with the courier. He didn't thought for a second he would wind up right in the heart of Caesar's fort if it weren't for the courier's tactical disguise followed by some suicidal tendencies. Seven hours ago, the duo took a small raft from cottonwood cove to the fort under the privilege of the mark.
The courier went guns blazing afterwards giving Boone enough time to find the perfect sniping spot. The courier wasn't a good man by a stretch of imagination; he killed, raped and committed acts of cannibalism, he was more of fiend thug than a pro-NCR enthusiast. Despite all this, Boone accompanied the man throughout his quest for vengeance.
The good doctors from new Vegas clinic said that he had four years tops to live, terminal cancer they said. Boone knew that the courier wasn't going to wait till his clock ticks; the man was rash and reckless. His suicide mission is all about redeeming himself and going out with a blast.
Boone blinked back to reality; his sharp eye was glued to the scope. It was merely a hunch but it happened; the prick had stepped out of his tent to admire the courier's bravery.
Thumbs down you son of a bitch!
Boone had some trouble registering the fact that he blistered the head of the legion. The legion is no more….
The terrible roar of the infamous legate yanked the sniper back again. Boone was prepared for his moment with an explosive round. In a tick, he scored a direct hit right at the temple.
It was a folly to underestimate the beast of the east. The bullet exposed the monstrosity behind the golden mask. Lanius didn't even flinch with such serious injury "BRING ME BACK HIS HEAD!"
The camp buzzed to life; soldiers and scouts alike were sweeping the area. The legate was already blocked off by a wall of pateroan guards. Boone had only one shot at this and he had failed. There is no point in wasting his life for nothing. There was only one viable option: Tactical retreat.
His mind was troubled by the diabolical laughs of the legate. Did he really cut off the head of the legion or Did he simply allowed another brutal tyrant to rise into power?