As Victor opened the door of the former NCR landing pad, the seven years since the Battle of Hoover Dam have proved fruitful to the now radiant New Vegas Strip. As far as the eye could see – without looking over the towering safety walls – were many upon many kinds of tourists, not unlike the crew that Whitaker had brought along with him. Possibly excluding Strong, of course.

Looming over the Strip was the ominous Lucky 38, the Boss' headquarters according to Victor. From the vertibirds, it dwarfed the three other casinos on the Strip; the Gomorrah, a casino dedicated to the deadly sin of Lust. Wherever your eyes lay your brain needn't wander about what may happen in the walls, as they were too thin to keep any noises inside; the Tops, considered the most "normal" casino of the three, is run by the Chairmen. Much like the Omertas who run the Gomorrah, they are under the control of the Boss, but have been given more freedom since Mr. House was taken out of the picture. Finally, there's the Ultra Luxe. A casino that used to be considered for the fattest of cats, is run by the White Glove Society. They had recently come under fire for allegedly using human meat for their grand banquets, had their culinary procedures monitored by the securitrons ever since.

"Holy fuckin' shite, babe! This place is a sight to behold, don't ya think?" Cait said, astounded by the sheer scale of everything around them.

"Oh yea, this is way better than the Strip I remember." Whitaker put his hand around Cait's waist and pulled her close. His crew was dumbfounded, most of all Strong. Even though he was imprisoned in Trinity Tower, one of the taller buildings in the Commonwealth, most skyscrapers were irreparable and uneasy on the eyes, even for him. These buildings on the other green hand were somehow… beautiful to look at.

"The Boss be sending someone to greet y'all, as I've done all I needed doin'. I hope you enjoy yer stay while y'all're here! Welcome to New Vegas!" Victor's face disappeared from the screen as a picture of a grizzled military man took place, while the Securitron wheeled itself seemingly to the Lucky 38.

Hancock looked to Whitaker and Valentine, and asked them having not heard what the former said when they arrived: "You boys ever been to the Strip?"

Valentine answered first. "From what my memories tell me, the original Nick Valentine only came to the Strip once. He was tracking down 'The Mysterious Stranger,' and when he was drinking his sorrows away, he received an anonymous tip about a 'Miss Fortune.' That kind of blew his mind, and he wound up travelling back to the east coast."

"That… was kind of depressing. Thanks, Valentine." Hancock said exasperated. "What about you, Nicky? Ever been here before the bombs?"

"Once with Nora during my leave." His sentence abruptly stopped, as that was his intention.

"Conversational genius, aren't ya, hubby o' mine?" Cait jokingly prodded at Whitaker. "I have a good feeling about the Gomorrah from what Victor told us on the flight here. What you say we go check it out?"

"That sounds like a plan!" MacCready exclaimed, wanting to get this convoy of people moving.

Each of them stepped out onto the New Vegas Strip tarmac one by one, basking in the oddly glorious heat the sun had been beating down on it all day. Strong had taken one step on the cement, and immediately was surrounded by securitrons.

"This guest is contaminated with the FEV. Please step back. This guest is contaminated with FEV. Please step back." All the securitrons in proximity had Strong boxed in. He readied his super sledge for a fight, the pink of it perfectly contrasting his normal sickly green skin. Whitaker and gang had immediately readied their weapons as well, with Danse surprising everyone by barreling through the Securitron wall to have Strong's back.

"WAIT WAIT WAAAAAIIIIT! Securitrons, hold fire!" A voice was heard in the distance as a human with indiscernible features came sprinting down the Strip towards the new arrivals. Just as they arrived, the securitrons were powering down their weapons as Danse, Strong and the others were apprehensive at best. "Whitaker, I presume? Why must've you brought a super mutant to the Strip? I understand in making friends with a small amount of them as they're not all bad, but…" They trail off as they were clearly exerting themselves too much during the sprint.

"Your securitrons are harassing my friend, Strong. Please have them stand down, and my friends and I will lower our weapons." Whitaker said sternly to the stranger.

"What? I already did! You need to put y'all's weapons down before things can truly calm down!" The stranger yelled at the Commonwealth crew. As they lowered their weapons, so did the securitrons. "I deeply apologize, as the bots only have one super mutant on their registry. If I'd known, I'd have had their parameters changed for y'all's landing. You can call me 'The Courier' for now."

Whitaker thought that it was a little odd that this person asked only to be called by what is possibly their profession, but this person looked exactly like the image that was shown on Victor's screen back in Diamond City. Could this person be the boss that Victor was referring to?

"Thank you for taking the time to come see us, Mr. Whitaker. New Vegas welcomes all types of people, and I must say congratulations on your wedding." The Courier shook Whitaker's hand.

Whitaker reciprocated, and asked: "While I appreciate what you've done to accommodate us, how'd you know that a raider gang was trying to kill me?"

"Even here in the dry heat of Nevada we've heard tales of the phenomenal job the Minutemen have done to keep y'all safe in Massachusetts. While Victor was keepin' an eye on you for a while, he managed to – and I honestly don't know how – find out about the assassination plot from the Gunners."

"Fuck those militaristic ass faces, Whitty, they got what they deserved. Especially after what happened at the Castle." MacCready chimed in, glaringly opposed to the Gunners.

"The Castle? Tell me more." The Courier inquired.

"Maybe later, Courier. We'd like to get settled in, if you don't mind." Whitaker replied.

"Of course, Mr. Whitaker. If you will, you and your party must follow me to y'all's rooms in the Tops. Or if'n you be so inclined; I can change you and your wife's reservations to Gomorrah?"

Cait nodded excitedly, and Nick couldn't say no. As they strode over to Gomorrah, Danse and Hancock pulled him over to sidebar for a moment. "Knight, this doesn't track with me. Something seems a bit off with this whole situation, right?" Danse said.

"Danse is right, Nicky. The uniform of the assassin had a red BoS symbol on it. That wasn't a Gunner." Hancock said, his voiced opinion now stuck in Nick's head.

"Alright, you both have a point. I'll figure it out, and in the meantime you both need to relax and release, we're in New Vegas. Go have some fun." Nick patted them both on the back, and they were off to enjoy themselves, albeit reluctantly. "Finally, we get to have some fun!"

Fingers crossed you like this one. Been a while since I touched this bad apple. I am gonna finish this. One day at a time, though.