Chapter One: Change in Management

The elevator opened and Charles Frost stepped into a huge room. The room was filled with pipes and wires winding high and low into the steam filled room. Across the steel bridge from Mr Frost large complex of computers circled around a white human sized box. As he neared he saw that the box was in fact a sarcophagus maintaining the life of the frail, but legendary Mr House. Frost looked down at the shrivelled body and pleading eyes stared up at him. Frost didn't open the case, no, that would have made it harder for him to do. Instead he placed his pistol on the case pointing down at Mr House's sunken head. And pulled the trigger.

The elevator returned him to the penthouse of the Lucky 38 casino, where no other living person has set foot in over 200 years save Frost and the late Mr House. Frost left the building quickly, passing the smoking ruins of the Mk I securitrons he had destroyed to gain access to the control room.

Frost sat on the steps in front of the casino. Cold murder did not sit easy on his mind. His companion and friend Boone sat down next to him. He did not say anything, for there was nothing to be said. After a moments respite, Frost regained his composure and accessed his Pipboy journal. Remove Mr House: Check. It was time to return to Yes Man.

"Oh Hi, Can I help you?" Yes Man's electronic voice greeted him. The securitron had been reprogrammed by Benny as part of his master plan to take over The Strip. Frost had discovered Yes Man and their plan after Benny fled from him at the Tops casino. Frost had swiftly adopted the plan as his own and Yes Man, lacking any security happily told the plan to anyone who asked, was more than happy to serve his new master.

"There's been a change in management. Mr House is dead." Frost told him solemnly.

"Mr House is out of the picture and you have the platinum chip? Wow this is wonderful." Yes Man said and then wheeled off to the Lucky 38 casino to install himself to the mainframe.

Craig Boone followed at his side. The ex-first recon sniper of the NCR Army had agreed to accompany Frost after meeting in Novac. He was a good man, a good fighter who had saved Frost's life on many occasions. He spoke rarely, but his presence was enough to support Frost.

Back in the Lucky 38, Yes Man installed himself to the mainframe. His securitron shell collapsed as his AI shifted into the mainframe. His simple, yet friendly face appeared on the mainframe computer. After a brief congratulatory speech he sent Frost down to the lower levels to view the presentation Mr House had planned for him.

The room was huge and resembled a combat training facility. Yes Man detailed the improvements to the securitrons whilst two of them demonstrated in the shooting range. All the updates were software-based allowing the improved use of weapons and thus combat effectiveness by 235% per securitron.

Frost left The Strip and arrived at El Dorado power station with instructions to install an override chip which would allow Yes Man to control securitrons at much further distances from the command and control point in the Lucky 38.

Frost and Boone were greeted by an NCR Sergeant, "Stay away from the power station. This is a restricted building." Frost responded by promptly putting a silenced bullet in his head, while Boone drew a lever-action shotgun from his back.

"You ready?" Frost asked. Boone responded with a quick nod.

Frost kicked open the door to the plant. They dived through and before the guards new what was happening, half their number were dead. The remaining 4 managed to fire a few shots off before Boone blasted them across the room. Frost pulled a stimpack and stuck the needle in his shoulder where a bullet had hit him. He smiled as the warm chemicals flowed through him and soothed the pain. His shoulder would be as good as new in no time. Boone began to search the building and the corpses while Frost logged on the terminal.

"What've we got?" Frost asked Boone who promptly displayed couple of boxes of ammo and a handful of NCR name dog tags. Frost smiled; his influence extended.