Caine walked into the Legion's newest camp. The guard didn't recognize him, but Caine easily convinced him to let him through. Caine walked around, looking for the strongest of the remaining Legionnaires for Vulpes' plan. He started strolling through the camp, looking around. Seeing the remnants of the Legion filled him with nothing but pure disgust. Three Legionnaires sat against a wall, using Med-X. Another soldier was walking out of his tent, missing an arm and ear. A Legion Hound was walking through the camp looking for scraps, but it was badly groomed and looked like it hadn't eaten it weeks.

Caine grabbed the nearest recruit, a drunken legionnaire holding a bottle of wine.

"Where's your leader?"

The drunk pointed towards a tent that had been built into a destroyed building. Caine nodded, and walked into the building. It opened into a large room with a throne, and two guards at either side. Sitting on the throne was a young man with short black hair and several scars running across his face.

"What?" He said, snarling at Caine.

"I have come to request a dozen of your finest men."

"You think you can just come into the Caesar's tent and ask for men?"

Caine frowned slightly. This man would never replace Caesar. Neither had the other three. The Second Caesar, the Legate, was killed at Hoover Dam. The Third died trying to storm New Vegas days after losing Hoover Dam, and was easily wiped out. The Fourth had overdosed on Pyscho and been killed as he tried to attack his own men. Now, this man had come along and became the fifth Caesar.

"We need the men." Caine said.

"I need the men. This camp is everything we have, and we need to defend it. We can't attack due to our numbers, and we can't retreat due to our way home being little more than an irradiated hell-hole due to the Courier's Missiles."

"We can take New Vegas. We've already killed the Courier."

The New Caesar laughed.

"The Courier's dead? How?"

"We sent a three man squad in to kill him. I left to visit here before it happened, but I was assured the plan would kill him, and he would have been killed within a few hours."

"So you're not certain?" The New Caesar frowned.

"I'm certain. The Horns of the Bull would have made short work of him."

"Fine. You can find the men yourself, they don't listen to me. Persuade them to help, pay them, force them. I don't care. Just be quick. I've spent every day here watching the road waiting for an army of Securitrons to roll down to finish us off."

Caine smiled. He would have to spend some time finding any man was a single in the camp deserving of the name "Legionnaire", but he would find them. New Vegas' Conquest step closer.

The "Half-Ghoul" sat at the bar in the Atomic Wrangler. She chugged back the rest of her beer, and ordered another. The Patron to her left stared at her, and raised a hand to touch the bad part of her face.

"Do you like your hand?" She growled. "If so, you better piss off and leave."

The Patron stopped, and got off his stool. He walked out of the Atomic Wrangler, but didn't move his eyes from her face until he was outside on the street. The Half-Ghoul sighed. There were a lot of rumours going around about her now. One was that she was only half ghoulfied, another was that her father was the only sterile ghoul ever. It was all bullshit. She wasn't a ghoul. She was Sarah, also known as Courier Two. She had been normal her entire life, until she got an order to take something to Mr House at the Lucky 38. Somehow, Legionnaires got wind she was carrying an important package, and ambushed her. She got hit by frag mines, sniper bullets and even a fire sword that day. The left half of her face and body down to her waist had been badly damaged, making it look like a ghoul's skin. She had fought, and when the battle ended she was the only one left standing. She made it all the way to the Lucky 38 as messed up as she was, and finally gave the package to a cowboy robot. The Robot thanked and paid her, before opening the package and placing it on the ground. The package was six empty Nuka-Cola Bottles. Instantly, she realized she had been a decoy, meant to distract anyone who know about this from the real package, probably carried by another Courier. There she was with half a face, and all for some empty bottles.

That was her story. An entire life ruined for garbage. Everywhere she went, people pointed at her, the freak, the half-ghoul, the monster. Now, all she had left was hunting the Legion, and that was gone. It was kind of funny, actually. The same Courier who supposedly carried the real package had also wiped out the Legion. Two things he had taken from her. She sighed, and wondered what to do. She could get drunk. There was the sex-bot. That would entertain her for an hour or two. She could also investigate that lead she was working on. She had captured a Legion Spy, and after some persuasion found out about a New Vegas Spy Ring of some sort. Maybe there was some Legionnaires left to kill.

Sarah thought for a second, and came to a conclusion. She'd hunt down the spies. But before that, she had some booze to drink and a robot to find.