Adam sat in his penthouse. He had his collection of items from past battles scattered around; his power armour in one corner all of his weapons placed at random locations around the wall, and other forms of armour dropped lazily on the floor. He wasn't really one to keep things tidy. Currently, he had a pre-war casual outfit on, drinking some whiskey in his favourite chair. Adam was done with fighting. He had spilled enough blood to last a lifetime. He just wanted it to be over. But he knew that at some point, he would have to go back to war.
After the Legion was defeated at the second battle of Hoover Dam four years ago, a few Legion survivors retreated out of the Mojave. Adam wished they would be gone for good, but he knew they were plotting their revenge. But for now, he was just taking a break.
The intercom came on with a crackle.
"You there?" It was Boone. "We've got a bit of a situation at the gate."
Adam let out a sigh. He stood up and walked over to the intercom.
"What kind of a situation?" Adam asked.
"I think it's best if you just come see for yourself."
Adam walked over to his personal armory. I really have to hire someone to sort out this mess, he thought. He grabbed his Brotherhood power armour and chose to bring his plasma rifle, and as a sidearm he picked up his .44 magnum, as well as a few frag grenades.
When he made it to the wall surrounding New Vegas, he met up with Boone who was sitting atop the wall.
"What's the problem, Boone?" Adam asked.
"Here." Boone passed him binoculars. Adam looked through them, at a smoke cloud in the far distance.
He saw what looked to be a tank, accompanied by at least a hundred soldiers. How the hell did they manage to find a working tank? More importantly, who is 'they'? He passed the binoculars back to Boone.
"Well now I know the problem."