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The Courier yelled at Boone to keep going, and rolled to the side and sprinted back to the houses. He ducked under fire from both sides, slightly hoping that the Brotherhood and Legion would take each other out. He dived into the house he had sheltered in earlier, and to his delight the Legionnaires had attacked Brotherhood in an attempt to the circle the house. This joy was short lived, however, when he heard a deep growling. Standing in the kitchen, his snout covered in blood. He must have been eating the dead legionnaires in the kitchen when the Courier disturbed him. The Courier's first thought was that the Legion must be training the dogs less and less for one to start eating it's masters. His second thought was that he should run as fast as he could back to the Strip and let damn Mr House make his own deals. The dog slowly crept towards him, and snarled. The Courier was usually good with animals, but this one seemed wild. Still, as an Animal Friend, he would rather not kill it.
"There, there. Calm down. You're not so bad. You're kinda cute. I'll call you Face-Eater."
Face-Eater growled. He didn't like the name. The Courier gingerly stuck out his hand, and Face-Eater sniffed it. Then the Courier rubbed him gently, and it seemed to relax. Suddenly, a Brotherhood of Steel Paladin kicked open the door. His armour was covered in scorch marks from their earlier fight, and he clenched a legionnaire with a snapped neck in his hands. Face-Eater barked, and leapt onto the Paladin's face. The Paladin let out a scream, and was knocked in another room, while the Courier grabbed his Magnum. Then, he heard a voice.
"The sun is especially nice today! It's good to be alive!"
He looked outside, and saw Happy, Rex, Boone and Victor, who had been at the Strip updating Mr House, leading another three Securitrons towards them. There was a burst of laser fire, machine guns and rockets as the remaining dozen legionnaires retreated, half of them falling before they could escape. Boone dropped to his knee and aimed his rifle, firing another few shots at the remaining few, who all fell soon after. The two Brotherhood of Steel Paladins charged, but one was badly injured in the firefight with legionnaires and was cut down by laser fire, and the other only managed a few shots with his laser rifle before he was killed in a barrage of rockets. The Courier heard a scream coming from behind him, and turned around to see Face-Eater chewing the helmet off his captured paladin. The Courier thought about helping the injured man, but he figured Face-Eater deserved this.
"We'll head back to the Strip, update Mr House. OK?" He said to Boone.
"Yeah." Boone said, the slightest trace of a smile on his face as he looked over the dead legionnaires.
"Victor! Take three Securitrons and make sure the legionnaires don't have reinforcements coming. I doubt it, but it's better safe than sorry. Oh, and put that crucified paladin out of his misery."
"OK, Pardner!" Victor said, whirring off.
The Courier climbed into his car, and ordered Smiley and another Securitron to head back to the Strip, before picking up Rex and putting him on his lap, and telling Boone to drive.
Mr House was pretty happy about how the day had went. Two of the Caravans had agreed to pay the taxes, and the third would probably pay to get the protection of Securitrons, as they already lost most of their guards due to the Brotherhood. Mr House was especially happy that the Brotherhood of Steel and the Legion had taken some heavy losses, as the Brotherhood hated his use of Securitrons, and the Legion were the major raiders of the Mojave now, and had been since the Second Battle of Hoover Dam. The Courier went off to the Lucky 38 Presidential Suite, and after stuffing his face with cram and vodka he went into his bed and slept, glad the Deal was over.
