I would absolutely love it if the people reading this, would take only 5 seconds to write a review, to tell me what they think, if I should keep going. Pretty, pretty please?


Crawford hadn't even blinked an eye as he requested a hotel room, even though he was dressed in Legion associated armor. The man was really shocked when he paid extra to get the room he knew the Courier had stayed in, and she obliged as if she didn't know that his request for that specific room was just because it had a nicer bed. She was a vile woman, one willing to betray the trust of people she posed to be friends with. He had hoped that the woman wouldn't have survived, that while the Courier was exiling the people that deserved it, she would have been on the list. At the same time though, he was happy she was still around, because he knew she wouldn't hesitate to associate with the legion, but had to worry that she would eventually turn him in.

Apparently, that was not the case. The nosey profligate felt the need to follow him up to the room, and question his intentions of having this specific room. As one of the Frumentarii, he could have easily come up with a lie, easily told the cruel woman something to satisfy her hunger for knowledge she had no right to, but instead he chose to do the direct approach.

"I would like to be alone Ms. Crawford. I have things to do, that do not involve the likes of you."

This seemed to deter the woman for mere seconds, before she went on another tirade of the different things to do around Novac. The man smirked inwardly. There was nothing to do in Novac except visit Dinky, the tallest thermometer, which happened to be a huge ass dinosaur, or terrorize the two NCR soldiers who had remained. He always enjoyed bothering the NCR, it was his favorite past time when he had nothing to do, but he didn't need them to alert anyone he was here. Even with the NCR gone, they were close friends with the sniper that seemed to always follow the Courier, and the Courier herself.

No, that would not do to help his plans. He had to find a way to get the Courier to come to him, and without a gun in her hand. Maybe he could use Crawford, and the robot that patrolled the town. Only if she had a reason to keep him alive, would she. The Courier was gentle, and merciful, but she was still cruel to those who she had deemed unworthy, and the Frumentarii felt that he was most definitely on that list.

The banging on the door confirmed what he had been lead to believe. Crawford was a cynical bitch. The second she had walked away from him, she had found the nearest position to contact the new cowboys around. If only the Legate was still around, he would have had the woman beheaded and strung up on the cross for her lack of loyalty and honor. As the brotherhood busted down the door, he sat on the bed, arms crossed behind his head, an act of surrender. They immediately grabbed the man and threw him to the ground roughly, in an attempt to terrify him, or just plainly to hurt him. He was sure a good majority of them had it out for him, though he really could not understand why. Caeser had never messed in the affairs of the brotherhood, and knew what he had learned while with the Followers.

Yet here he was, getting thrown down and tied by their finest. He sat in the dirt, his body aching slightly from being thrown around. The Paladins wasted no time going through all of his belongings in the room, noticing how a few items were of a female's size and variety. Quickly, they threw these items into the growing pile outside the motel room, prepared to take those as well.

"I think we should just waste this legion scum, tell the higher ups it was an accident, that way we can keep all his stuff."

Turning to look at the young paladin who said this, the prisoner smirked. Six would not like her stuff being taken, and had to know what was going on by now. He noticed the two NCR men staring at him with a look of interest, and was even more surprised when the younger of the two spoke up to the Senior Paladin.

"You realize that isn't just any room, right? That's her room, and she isn't going to be happy that you are removing her stuff."

That was enough to stall the men throwing the stuff outside of the room, and the Knights stood there puzzled. He heard a few murmur about why he would request such a specific room, and what would she do when she found out. They all turned to look at the Robot that they knew had been watching everything they were doing, and the younger ones started to panic as it began rolling closer.

"Move along citizens, everything is under control here."

The Senior Knight quickly turned to repeat the override code they had been taught, so that when a Robot was running on its AI, it would know they were just doing their job. The robot sat there for a few moments before rolling back out the gates, into the middle of the road. The collective breaths that everyone had been holding were then released.

"You're pretty far out of Legion territory, Frumentarius. Want to tell me why Caesar sent the best of his best out to spy on us? Old man getting desperate?"

A sniper had walked up to him and kneeled right before him, staring at him intently as the captured remained silent. He would not let this profligate get anything out of him that he did not want him to know, so he just stared back, not allowing any emotion to show on his face.

"You know, I know a few Raiders whom would pay good money for your head on…"

The sniper was interrupted by some commotion near the gates, hearing the growling of a dog that was ready to kill, a growl he recognized as something close to Antony's favorite mutt, Lupa. He heard a Paladin laugh, mumbling about someone having no authority to do anything, and the next response rang true to his ears as a voice he could pull out of a group of hundreds.

"Who are you hunting, you damn hard-headed, technology absorbed asshole?!"

The Courier had arrived in Novac.