Darrel and Loogie stepped through the large iron doors, as they walked through they were completely unprepared for what they would find. The two entered into a room they saw what appeared to be the remains of the gutted Silver Rush casino. On all of the walls of the interior were a terrifying display of large amount of ammunition, a grenades, and mines.

All of these weapons were energy based and the flickering lights on the weapons caused both Darrel and Loogie's confidence to sharply dipped, neither of them had only seen a laser rifle yet alone an entire energy stockpile so close. At the centre of the room were a desk with an Old-World computer on the surface, standing behind it leaning against the wall was an African American woman with a crew cut hair cut. She wore a Grey-blue suit jacket, matching mini-skirt, ripped black fishnet tights and black boots. The woman leant against the back wall with her arms crossed as she waited, as both Darrel and Loogie made their way closer to the desk the woman turned her gaze toward them and looked them up and down.

"You two assholes from the Rangers?" she asked.

Her voice was filled with bitterness and her eyes were so stern she almost reminded the two young men of a Night stalker. Loogie then turned toward Darrel; he didn't want to be the one who say something so he left the talking to his friend. Darrel then took the lead as he replied, "That's us ma'am. How can we help?"

"Got an important package we need you dipshits to deliver," the woman replied, "It's heading to the medical clinic outside New Vegas, get it there and you'll be paid well"

"I take it you're one of the Van Graffs?"

The woman slightly tilted her head to the right, "Are you getting paid to ask questions?"

Loogie then looked down to avoid her eyes, Darrel seemed uneasy yet he answered, "Well…I mean…I only wondered if…"

"No you fucking ain't!" the woman snapped as she moved away from the wall and pointed at him, "All you need to know is where you're taking our package. You can call me Gloria, besides that you don't need to know anything else, you got that!"

As Gloria reached underneath the desk Loogie managed to exchange a look of amusement with Darrel, his eyes and cautious grin while he tried to resist the urge to laugh. Loogie then looked down and murmured, "Nice going"

Before Darrel could say anything Gloria made her way over to the two and held out her hand, resting in her palm was a small Parcel made from brown paper with a symbol painted on. The symbol showed a cartoon version of a man standing tall while a number of bullets and knives seemed to be defected off his skin. Darrel seemed unsure of what was inside yet given the social disposition of their employer he didn't want to risk making her angry. Without saying a word Darrel reached out for the package and took it from Gloria's hand, as he felt the crinkle of the material in his finger tips and it made him curious. Darrel had never felt paper that wasn't either burned or hundreds of years old and much to his disappointment he wanted to ask questions about it yet given his circumstances he felt that would be a bad idea.

"You'll be paid once you get to the drop off point," Gloria replied, "You little bitches steal it or open it before you deliver it I'll have the both of skinned alive. You got it?"

Loogie then nodded in agreement, "That we do ma'am"

"Then what you waiting for? Go and take it over to the clinic!"