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How the fuck did it come to this. Thats the only thing thats going through General Lee Oliver's mind as he sat there, in a goddamn Legion tent, waiting for this old fuck to get in here.
He looked around the room and felt decidedly nervous. The only thing in this very large tent is a wooden table with two chairs at either side. On the side he sat there were four NCR veteran Rangers, all armed with hunting shotguns in case things turned sour. Even though Caesar was still walking over here there were four praetorian guards standing there with power fists, simply waiting.
After what seemed like an hour the flap to the tent opened. Caesar walked in, and General Oliver might have felt the closest thing to pity that he has ever felt for the leader of his enemy.
Caesar was a mess. His face looked as if he had aged ten years in the three months since the second battle for Hoover Dam, and his eyes looked as if it was a chore to stay open. He walked slowly and leaning on a cane, but the fierce Legion pride was still there. When a Praetorian stepped forward to help him he simply waved him off, muttering something under his breath. He sat down at the table and closed his eyes for a moment, only to wearily open them again a second later.
General Oliver decided to get the ball rolling "Listen Caesar, I don't know how to ask you this, but I need help. I need to get the Dam back. I was so focused on the Legion that I didn't realize our true threat. That... bitch took everything from me. Now I want revenge. Have you ever heard the saying the enemy of my enemy is my friend? Well that's why i'm sitting here right now." General Lee Oliver was being up front, deciding that Caesar may respect him more for it.
Caesar opened his eyes so that his foggy blue eyes looked straight into the Generals. "Listen General" He said, as if every word pained him "I've already decided to help you. You don't need to try and convince me. I want the Dam back as much as you do." He sighed now, a long sigh and finally refocused on the conversation. "I'm dying General. I won't live for another two months, even with the medical treatments I have at my disposal. These men look up to me. They respect me. I don't want them to remember me as a broken man, a man who lost the Dam. I want to be remembered as a hero."
General Oliver smiled now, allowing himself some joy over this small victory. " Well then Caesar, lets get started."
Wow that was... really short. Sorry about that guys (and girls). Remember read and review. I'm out.