The figure dressed in NCR Ranger armor breathed deeply and fired his Caravan shotgun at the face of the woman crying for her life. The front of her masked face was blown apart; blood and bone fragments flying backwards and hitting her husband. He screamed in fear and stood up, throwing his metal chair at the Ranger before running away. He climbed over the railing in the ballroom and a few of the White Gloves followed. The Ranger pointed to his cohort and gave a quick nod before the girl whipped up her .44 magnum pistol and fired the entire barrel at the crowd. She didn't miss a single person as the harsh, specially-crafted rounds ripped through their bodies and killed them. Dark blood spewed across the ballroom and the people scattered.
The girl cohort began unleashing a horrifying display of excellent firearms skills when she reloaded her weapon. When the .44 magnum had emptied completely, she switched to the trail carbine strapped across her back and shot dozens of the masked men and women inside the ballroom. The Ranger shot down the gigantic glass chandelier and brought more chaos into the room as it killed several people. He turned to his right, pointing his other cohort to the guests escaping to the pantry. The man had a white goatee that faded into black as it went further down his chin. His eyes looked completely white from a distance, a mutation of sorts due to his family living next to a radioactive river for three generations. He pulled out his twin 9mm pistols and fired at the pantry door. The bullets slammed into the metal and hit one of the White Glove members in the side. He smacked against it and screamed as blood smeared down the right section of the door.
"Who the hell are you?" one of the ballroom managers asked, wielding a large cane as he prepared to smack the Ranger.
"Your retribution. For your sins. You don't remember me?" the Ranger replied, his true voice masked by the voice changer inside the NCR-created helmet.
"No!" the manager yelled.
He raised the cane and whipped it across the Ranger's back. The wood snapped instantly as it collided with the much-stronger back armor and the manager was hit in the face by the Ranger's shotgun. The plastic mask cracked open and blood slid down from his nostrils as he tried to crawl away. The NCR Ranger breathed in deeply and let out a disturbing laugh made eerier by the voice changer. The manager stood up and made it over to the lobby counter, sliding over the counter and grabbing the pistol taped stored under the chair. The Ranger fired his shotgun at the desk, blasting it to wood shavings as the manager was hit with the buckshot.
The manager screamed and fired the pistol twice, the round hitting the Ranger in his chest. The rounds didn't even knock him back as he cocked the shotgun and stuck two fresh shells into the loader. The manager tripped over the broken chair and started to crawl again, heading to the elevator.
"Crawl. Crawl away. Where are you going to go?" the Ranger asked in a mocking tone.
The manager reached up and pressed the 'up' button, dreading the horrifying steps of the Ranger walking toward him. He turned around and saw the Ranger aiming the shotgun at his head. He held his hands above his head and began to blubber in fear. The barrel of the shotgun came down softly against his forehead and the manager looked up, expecting death at any second.
"Most wait for the inevitable. Accepting their fate. But others, obviously not you, would try to fight. It's dangerous when the barrel of a gun is less than a foot away from the potential victim. Do you know why?" the Ranger asked.
"Because I'm going have my head blown off?" the manager cried.
"No. Because you could have grabbed the barrel and turned the shotgun on me." the Ranger replied, taking a step back and cocking the shotgun.
"Aw, fuck me." the manager cursed, slamming his hand against the elevator door as the alert sound finally dinged.
The Ranger laughed, suddenly lowering the shotgun and walking toward the injured manager.
"You asked me who I am…"
He bent down, grabbing the man's arm and digging out a piece of the metal buckshot. He screamed in pain and punched the Ranger in the helmet hard. The Ranger grabbed his hand and shoved his fingers into his palm, crushing all five.
"I tried my best to get rid of you. Six years ago. Do you remember?" he asked.
"No. No. Who are you?" the manager pleaded.
"You know exactly who I am. The one who changed the Mojave. The one who brought peace and independence to this cesspool."
"You're… you're the Courier." the manager stated.
"Yes." the Ranger said, standing up and sliding the shotgun into the back holster.
"Why are you doing this? Why are you back?"
"The better question is… why are you? The White Glove Society was taken down in 2281. I rid New Vegas of your filth. Of your disgusting practices. What made you think I'd let you continue?" the Courier asked.
The manager slid inside the elevator, not taking a chance. He quickly stood up and slammed on the third floor button. The Courier slammed his foot inside the elevator doors and tackled the manager to the ground.
"Ah! Just kill me already!"
"No. I need you to send a message to everyone. To the rest of Caesar's Legion. To the NCR. To the people of New Vegas and the whole goddamned Wasteland! Do you understand me?" he yelled.
The manager nodded in fear and the grip around his suit collar tightened as the Courier withdrew a butcher knife from his right foot and flipped it around so that the blade was behind him. He stabbed the control panel on the elevator, keeping it in place. He breathed deeply and the manager looked into the red, glowing eyes of his NCR helmet. He could barely make out the eyes inside, seeing a nasty scar cutting through the right eye. He swallowed a lump of fear and waited for the Courier to speak again.
"I am the forgotten son. The one you all thought would vanish into the Mojave and leave your fate to yourselves. It's clear that decision was foolish. I'm back. To hunt down every single person that wronged me and my people. I will have my revenge and when I'm finished… New Vegas will belong to me. Tell the world that! Tell them all!" he commanded, grabbing the knife and swiftly striking it near the manager's head.
The manager squealed, sliding down the wall of the elevator and crying briefly. He cursed to himself, sealing his eyes shut for a moment while the door shut and the Courier vanished. The ambient gunshots suddenly stopped and everything in the White Glove's building became silent. The manager looked up and flinched, the gigantic butcher knife stuck inside the wall. He opened the elevator door and ran out, seeing the full extent of the dead bodies blown apart in the lobby. The front doors began to close behind him and he spotted the female cohort winking at him before she slammed it shut.
The infamous Courier, the man who had brought peace to the Mojave Wasteland was now its enemy.