In North Vegas Square was a medium sized building with a large window frame on the ground floor and two window frames on the second floor. Before the war it had been a bar of some kind, when you stepped in through the main doorway you would see a large wooden counter with a rusted till upon the top on the far left. On the wall behind the counter were a number of rifles and pistols held in place by iron fittings, they were formally the property of raiders and were displayed in the establishment like war trophies. In the corners of the room rested chairs and tables, sat around them were men and women of different ages and races. All of them wore different clothing but they all shared one thing in common, they either had a rifle over their shoulder or a pistol by their side.

In this crumbled building Darrel and Loogie walked through its doorway, as the two young men walked through they could tell something was wrong. Both of them looked upon the faces of the people and saw they a grim vibe was among them, whatever had caused it seemed to supress whatever merrymaking usually filled the first floor during the day.

"Looks like somebody died in here," Loogie whispered under his breath.

Standing behind the countertop was an African American woman, her long hair in a crew cut style wearing a heavy black coat, had two leather strips, greyish trousers make up sturdy black boots. In her hand was the barrel of a gun which she was polishing, out of everyone in the room she seemed to be the only person who didn't seem depressed. She stood there simply polishing parts of her gun which lay upon the work top in pieces and with a few bullets beside them. Darrel and Loogie looked at each other, they wanted to know what had happened but they knew of Desmond's death yet they weren't sure if others knew of it. As the duo walked toward the counter they looked toward the woman standing behind it, when they were close enough Loogie asked, "Something wrong Lexi?"

She didn't reply straight away, her focus remained on the weapon in her hand. As the two noticed she began to move slower and slower while cleaning the weapon, Lexi then stopped what she was doing and put the gun back down on the wooden worktop. Her grey eyes looked toward Loogie and Darrel with bitter sentiment, "So, guess you haven't heard?"

Ragged and filled her friction, Lexi's voice was like a vocal representation of political relations between Freeside and the NCR. Darrel then looked briefly at Loogie before asking, "What happened?"

"Four of the guys took a job from the Followers," Lexi said, "They were mean to help escort a medical caravan from their outpost to the west to the Old Mormon Fort. Half way to Vegas they were attacked by raiders, only the trader made it out of fire fight"

Loogie lowered his head in distress, Darrel patted him on the back before asking, "Who took the job?"

Lexi looked Darrel directly in the eyes, "Jonny, Mark, Frankie and Carlos".

"Shit," Loogie murmured, "That makes five"

Lexi looked confused, "Five?"

Darrel took out the gun named 'Candy' and placed it upon the wooden work top, "Desmond, he got gunned down by some raiders. We found his body south of the Raider's compound but we managed to get a few of their own"

Lexi stopped what she was doing and looked at both of them, "I remember when we kept those raider scumbags in the ruins. Now it seems they're picking us off, how the fuck did it come down to this?"

"If worse comes to worse we can ask the Kings for help,"

"Those grease heads ain't gonna give a shit about the Raiders and you know it, all they care about is Freeside,"

Darrel tapped his index finger repeatedly on the gun marked Candy, "What about the Gun Runners? Maybe they could resupply us or get us in contact with some Mercs"

"We don't have the caps for the shit,"

Lexi took a step back from the counter and rested herself again the back wall, "The only thing we can do is keep going, we just got to keep doing what we do best and keep the raiders away from New Vegas. We're New Vegas Rangers; it's what we do best right?"

Darrel and Loogie both nodded in agreement; in the brief moments that followed they looked at each other with shared views and feelings. Both young men knew that the Rangers were good at what they did but they were not what they used to be, sadly, both being low ranking members they could say or do little about the current status of the group. Darrel straightened himself out before asking, "Got any other jobs going?"

Lexi turned away, "Yer, but it's in Freeside. The Van Graffs are looking for some Rangers to do a job for them"

A weak grin appeared on Loogie's face, "Well I don't know about you, but do you think we could get a few free drinks if we take the job?"

"You work not drink!" Lexi snapped, "So get to it!"