"Beg your pardon, but could I trouble you to turn over your weapons?"

In a hushed voice, the brunette woman replied, "Could I trouble you to blow it out your ass?" Her red-headed companion to let out a loud laugh, covering it with a cough.

The short dark-haired woman handed the Greeter her Multiplas Rifle, while the other woman handed over her Cowboy Repeater and knife. When the Greeter was satisfied that the dangerous-looking women were not armed with any of their high-tech weapons, he handed the weapons to his assistant and turned back to the women in front of him.

"My deepest apologies for the slightest inconvenience. You have my assurance that everything will be returned upon your departure."

The brunette nodded, and turned to her companion. "I've got a thousand caps with me, and we have the rest of the week to do whatever we want here, but Mr. House gave us specific instructions to stay here at the Ultra Luxe, okay Cass?"

Cass nodded and made a bee-line for the bar in the center of the room. Her companion just shook her head and smiled, following Cass to the expensive-looking bar.

"You know what I've been thinking Layla?" Cass questioned her friend.

With a sigh, Layla replied with a half-hearted, "Hmm?" Not really caring where her companion's mind was.

Cass elbowed Layla, causing the brunette to turn and glare at her friend. When she saw Cass' serious face, her glare faded and she spoke. "Okay, fine. What's wrong?"

Cass leaned in to Layla, and when she spoke, her voice was no higher than a whisper. "I don't like the staff in masks, they're creepy. And all the guests are so proper and stuck-up. We should leave and just sneak over to the Tops." When Cass finished, Layla let out a laugh.

"You're just overreacting, darling. There's nothing wrong with the workers, and the guests have a reason to act bitchy, look at the prices for drinks!"

As if on some hidden cue, the bartender came over to the two women. "Hello. Care for a drink?"

Cass nodded, and Layla spoke up. "Two whiskeys." The tender pulled out the bottles with glasses and set it in front of the women. "That will be 48 caps." Layla paid for the drinks and sat with Cass next to an older gentleman with a bodyguard.

The two parties paid no mind to each other, and only when Cass had finished her bottle and declared her boredom already, the elder man turned to regard the women fully.

He looked over Cass, who wore simple jeans and a button-down with her cowboy boots and a Ranger hat. She looks like she can handle herself in a fight, Heck thought. Next he regarded the brunette, who looked like she had come straight from Gomorrah and got attacked by the Mojave on the way to the Ultra Luxe. The dark-haired beauty wore a similar outfit to her companion's, just dark jeans and a plaid button-down with a dark hat. Dust and grime coated both women, and they looked like they'd seen almost everything the Mojave could offer.

"Say, have you to girls seen my boy?"

Layla's head turned to the man, and Heck met a set of emerald green eyes, which regarded him coolly.

"Depends on who he is, and who you are," the brunette replied. Cautious, Heck noted. She just may be perfect for the job.

"I'm Heck Gunderson, and I've been searchin' for my boy Ted for a good few hours now. You haven't happened to cross trails with him, have you?"

Layla was getting annoyed with this man's lack of detail, and when she spoke, her voice was cold but held a drip of sarcasm. "Oh yes, I've seen him."

Heck's face lit up, and his bodyguard leaned in. "You have? Where is he?"

"In the ladies room, I think he was the one wearing the skimpy two-piece bathing suit, right Cass?" Heck's face fell, and rage replaced his hope.

He waited for the red-head, Cass, to stop snorting before he replied. "I ain't got time for games, girly. Have you seen my boy or not?"

The brunette's laughter died down instantly, and another mask covered her face. "What's in it for me?"

With a frustrated sigh, Heck answered, "500 caps up front. Now have you seen my boy or not?"

"No, I haven't. Me and my partner just got here. Where was he last seen?"

Heck studied the woman's face for signs of trickery, but all he found was honest curiosity and business.

"Ted was up in our suite when I went to talk to the owner of this god-forsaken place. When I came back not 30 minutes later, he was gone. If I'd have had half a piece o' mind, I'd a left this here guard with Ted."

Layla nodded, the wheels turning in her head. "About how old is he?"

"He's almost 20." Cass snorted.

After a moment, Layla proposed her deal. "Alrighty, how bout this: Me and my friend look for your son and bring him to you when we find him—"

"Deal! I'll do anything for my boy!"

"—and you'll give us 2,000 caps."

Heck's face fell, clearly not willing to do everything for his son. "1,500 and—"

"No." Layla interrupted. "We're spending our week's vacation here, and we don't get those very often. If I'm going to be searching for your son, I'll do it on my terms."

Before Heck could barter any further, the brunette and Cass stood up, heading out of the main room, off to an unknown destination. Before the women could pass the bar, Heck called out, "I never got yer name."

"Courier Six," Layla replied, leaving Heck wondering if that was just her preferred nickname or an actual name.

Author's Note: I'm trying a F:NV story. The pairings with be Courier/Vulpes and slight Courier/Boone. I found out that insanely long first chapters scare people away, so I've taken the first chapter and broken it down into 3 seperate chapters. I am currently writing the 4th chapter, do not worry! (: Hope you guys are having a great school year so far, I sure am. Thank you to Prinzessin Mia for reviewing on my stories, you're the best! (:

P.S. The pairings will not be there right away, the first beggining chapters are focused on the mission, but don't freak out, the pairings will come eventually!

Love, Laney