A/N: Chapter Two!

Without awaiting a word, Vulpes strode across the room as her eyes seemed to follow his movement, yet her body did not respond. He climbed on top of the bed over her form as he realized something was very wrong. She did not move - at all. Her eyes did not move, nor did her body draw breath. He placed his fingers on her neck. No pulse. It was then that his kilt had soaked up something, and now touched his knee. He turned the body over as the back of the woman had been stabbed numerous times, as the blood from turning her over stained his fingerless gloves. He couldn't help but to think 'Oh shit.' as the reality came to him. He quickly stood, surveying the damage. The blood in which he had been on was soaked in the cooling lifeblood. His kilt and palms of his gloves now stained crimson.

He backed up, as he turned for the door, knowing he would have to get out of there quickly, otherwise he would be framed for a murder he did not commit.

He opened the door to see the elevator doors opening, revealing a shirtless man who wore dirty cargo pants and a red beret on his head.

"What the fuck?" Boone growled as he reached for his knife, which he had left by the door. He picked it up, noting that it had a slippery substance on it, and curiously it was unsheathed.

"What's wrong?" a plain-looking woman asked as she emerged from another room, watching both men. The Legion-clad one was one she eyed more carefully, as Boone seemed to lunge at him.

Vulpes swiftly moved out of the range of his attacker to the side, and tripped the man, placing one foot behind his forward leg, sweeping it as he pressed on the opposite shoulder, throwing him to the ground.

"Fucking Legion." Boone growled from the floor, as he moved to his feet.

"I was invited here." his smooth voice had an edge to it, as he threw the card towards the other man.

"That's one of hers alright." Veronica said as she picked up the card at Boone's feet and inspected it, as she deftly stood between the two men.

"Get out." Boone snarled.

"Gladly." He seemed to hiss back.

"Wait a minute. Why is there blood on Boone's knife?" Veronica questioned.

Boone looked down at the weapon as his hand was now covered in crimson that had dripped from the blade. "What the fuck did you do?"

"Nothing." Vulpes said calmly. It was the truth.

"YOU FUCKING LIAR!" He snapped.

"She was dead when I got here." His smooth voice seemed to be out of place with the situation.

"Who was dead when you got here?" Veronica questioned.

Boone turned to see the body of the woman laid out on the bed behind the Legionary. "The Fuck she wasn't!" His anger seemed to subside a little bit, yet was still pissed in being in the same room as a Legionary.

"She was." Vulpes commented, slightly annoyed that she had to go and die before he could take her.

"How do we know that? How do we know that you didn't take Boone's knife and kill her with it?" Veronica asked.

"I never touched the knife." Vulpes pointed out, eyes shifting to the Sniper.

With that, Boone set the knife down in it's place, as he lifted his hand to his face, peering at the crimson that was now on his right hand.

"You also have blood on you." Veronica pointed out.

"I discovered her. I did not realize she was dead until I checked for her pulse. At the time, I turned her over to see that she had been stabbed to death, and I was in a pool of her blood." He said calmly. "Also, if Caesar wanted her dead, she would've been already."

The elevator doors rattled open as half a dozen NCR troopers entered the room and pointed their guns at Vulpes. "Ah, so there is Legion presence on the Strip." A gruff voice came from one of them. "Stand Down!"

Both men eyed each other aggressively, yet careful as they stepped back a few paces from each other.

"Arrest him!" Boone snapped.

"What has he done?" one of the troopers asked.

"He killed her." Boone growled, smartly waving around his left hand, keeping the palm of his right out of sight.

Vulpes watched as two of the troopers moved into the bedroom in which he came from and found the body. "She's dead!"

At once all of the guns were pulled on Vulpes. "You're under the arrest for the murder of Ms. Garrison!" a commander barked.

"How can you be certain that he is the murderer?" A smooth, even tone came from a sharply dressed man behind the remaining troopers. He wore black with white pinstripes and a black fedora. His ebony hair fell into his ice blue eyes.

"Blood on his hands!" Yelled the trooper.

"Ah yes, but what of the former…what is that? First Recon Sniper that also has blood on his hands." The man smirked. "I wish to speak with them individually to see what their stories are."

Boone narrowed his eyes, as now he was under suspicion.

"It's an open and shut case, Sven. Fuck off." A subordinate trooper barked.

"Now, is that necessary? If it were you in a Legion camp, you would be crucified before you were even given a trial. I offer just that. To fully get to the bottom of all of this."

Vulpes nodded, yet was a bit unnerved knowing that his careful cover had been blown.

"Stand down." the commending officer barked as the guns were retracted. "Start your investigation, Sven."

Sven smirked. "Thanks, boys. Just keep an eye on them for me - treat them all fairly. And Don't touch anything."

To be continued...