Chapter 1: In the Frying Pan
Desdemona Hope Morthos or as she liked to call herself, Des. She was a solid five feet six inches, and she always knew even though she did not have the higher ground her attractive features gave her the upper hand on most people. As she knew most people did not include Caesar. She was being watched from all sides and she knew she was trapped like a rat. She wanted to find an opening and run away but there was nothing she could do. It was the end game for her.
"So, this is the fabled Joules from Primm." He spoke to his right-hand man, Vulpes Inculta. He eyed the small woman in front of him, unconvinced.
"This is her. Her technological and repair skills are on par with a Vault Dweller. She is also strongly allied to Mr. House. She has been seen repairing a RobCo securitron. I have no doubt of the woman's skills." The legate replied as he walked towards Des and slowly circling her.
She leaned away from him as he circled her, she did not like the thought that he was eyeing her like a night stalker finding a carrion in the middle of the desert.
"I believe this woman is our only option to open the vault." He looked at Caesar. Caesar closed his eyes shut with what looked like a glimpse of pain. Des looked between the two. Watching to see if Vulpes would react to Caesar.
"So, be it. I leave this woman to you Vulpes. Make sure she gets that vault open by the end of the month." And with that he waved out his men. Not opening his eyes.
Vulpes grabbed Des and dragged her out of the tent. She grunted at his grip but glad she was out of the death trap. Now she had a chance to find a way out.