The mission was simple. NCR wanted to clear out the ruins of the United States' Pre-War Cheyenne Mountain Complex. The complex was currently being utilized as the Legion's final stronghold and apparent last stand. The facility was built by the United States on September 12, 1957. It was designed and constructed to be a command and control center should nuclear war break out during the Cold War. Being so, the facility was built to last and was made to withstand a nuclear blast. The facility had apparently been left relatively unscathed in the two hundred that passed after the Great War. Caesar had found it while traveling through Colorado, a few years after he had found his Legion. Caesar was not able to unlock the vault doors that locked the facility's secrets inside, but the exterior portion of the facility was habitable and contained large amounts of provisions left by a tribe that had once called the facility home. As the war on Caesar's Legion was coming to an end, with the Legion's back against the Vault Doors and the NCR in close pursuit; the Vault doors opened.

Nathan flicked his thumb on the lighter. The useful tool sparked twice and the end of Nathan's cigarette butt burned red. He had time to inhale and exhale before a man ran up next to him. Lightning struck the land in the distance. The rain poured and slapped against Nathan's duster.

"Lieutenant, the Colonel would like to speak to you." The man said. Nathan waved him away. The man, stunned, nodded awkwardly and ran off. Nathan rubbed his eyes and began walking towards the command tent. Lightning struck once again and the mountain before him lit up for a second before darkening again.

"Hale, good to see you." Colonel Hsu said as Nathan entered. The light from the lantern hurt his eyes and Nathan sat down in a chair next to Lieutenant Gorobets. "Let's get started then, Cassandra?"

"Gentelemen, the mission is simple. The Last of Caesar's Legion has taken up defensive positions in the Pre-War US NORAD facility. The facility was considered one of the safest in the US before the Great War and will be tough to clear out. This operation will be close-quarters and the Legion will have the advantage." Colonel Moore spoke as the projector displayed images of the blue-prints for the Cheyenne Mountain Complex.

"We will have three teams: Alpha will be led by me, Bravo will be led by Cassadra, and Charlie will be led by Lietenant Gorobets. First Recon will have eyes in the sky. They will be stationed at Rally Points: Tango, Utah, and Violet. As Alpha and Bravo sneak in, First Recon will do us the honors of picking off Legion Straglers and Explorers with silenced firearms." Hsu continued.

"The mission is low-profile so take your time. We don't need any more heroes; we only need healthy soldiers." Colonel Moore spoke. The rain pattered against the hardened leather of the command tent and the tent flaps slapped in the wind. The wind howled through the opening of the command tent. The projector whirred as a new slide slid into place. "This is Rally Point Yankee. This is where the two teams will link up and where Bravo will move into firing position. After that, Alpha will move to lure the Legion out and our firing line will take care of the rest. Any question?" Moore asked.

"Who's in what?" Nathan spoke.

"Hale, you're with me." Hsu said as Moore opened her mouth. She fumed and glared at him as Hsu winked at Nathan. Nathan nodded and made a short salute.

"Thanks, Colonel." Hale responded.

"Fine then, Misfits are on Hsu. Rangers and Heavy Armor with me. Understood?" Moore growled.

"Yes ma'am!" the soldiers in the room shot back. Hale only chuckled.

"Operation will commence at 0200 hours, gentlemen." Hsu spoke with a serious tone. "Get some rest." Thunder clapped once again.