The Cracks
''Still here aren't we? Days, weeks, months, even entire years, they all feel like seconds now. Time can no longer keep up with itself. Frankly it's pathetic. Which is why it is now the perfect moment for them to strike. And when they do strike, they shall strike deep. Even if they are not successful, a mark will be left. One that will never heal, no matter how much time given.''
''Sir, perhaps it would be in our very best interest to join them in this ''strike''. I've gone over the calculation several times now, and with our assistance things will end much quicker.''
''Don't you make me laugh. You want things to end quickly? If we do so there will absolutely be more ''Immediate'' damage. But we want to ensure that our victory will last forever. Throughout time and history strategy has been the key factor in wining wars. We will wait. Not for the right time to come to them. But instead the right time for them to come to us. And when they do, we will make sure nothing left remains of these so called ''Legends'', ''Heroes'', and ''Saviors''. They're nothing more than people. And we will show all of creation this. We will show, Everyone!''
The end of time is near.
The Courier moved her hands from The Wanderer's eyes, revealing a surprisingly beautiful view of the Mojave at night. The Courier smiled. The Wanderer's face looked exactly in awe just like her own when she first saw the view.
''Beautiful isn't it?'' The Courier asked. One of several benefits of living here. Sure, there are a lot of views all around the Mojave. But none quite like this one. I'm thinking about bringing the howitzer from the Fort up here. I could probably hit anything from up here. Might've been useful in my fight against the Legion''
''Why would you?'' The Wanderer asked. ''From what you told me you don't exactly have anymore enemies. I doubt a cannon would do you any good from up here. But I guess you never really know.''
The Courier laughed, ''You got that right. But let me ask you something. If that train ever gets working again. And if it wouldn't be to much trouble. Do you think I could come with you back to Washington? There's nothing really left for me to do here.''
''Oh. Well, I guess you could come. I certainly wouldn't mind a new Companion. Especially one of your talent. Though I'm guessing it will take you awhile to get the train back in working order?''
''Not at all. I got some friends who are a little more than smart. I have a feeling that repairing it wouldn't be that much of a challenge for them. I'll go and talk with them later today. But for now, you and I are going to go lose Thousands of Caps to slot machines!''
The Wanderer couldn't help but sigh. ''There's no way in hell I'm going back in those money traps! They only benefit the people in charge and a few lucky patrons here and there.''
''You do realize I own the place, right? Along with the majority of the Strip. And I am much more than lucky when it comes to those simple games.''
The Wanderer rolled her eyes. 'Of course you are.' She thought to herself. ''The Casino it is. But don't expect me to drink anymore of that Whiskey you're so fond of.''
It's started, or at least here it has. The changes will be slow, hard to notice. Look both closely and carefully. When the times comes, I promise you all everything will become clear. But for now, waiting is the best possible move.