"Sir?" I asked, handing him back the information. The death of his wife and his decision to leave the NCR after the event at Bitter Springs. It had a bunch of other information about his time in the NCR, his work with one Manny Vargas. OCCUPATION: Former- NCR 1st Recon Sniper, 1st Recon Sniper Battalion. He nodded at the file and sat back in his chair. He withdrew a few files and sat back down, Crocker flipped through a file before handing it to me, I took it and read the front. He stood, taking keys from his pocket, unlocked and opened a nearby filing cabinet. I shrugged, "Not really Sir, not my place to question orders." I said. "I guessing you're curious as to why you're here." he said. He clasped his hands together and leaned forward. Mr House doesn't seem to fussed about the state of the building." he grumbled the last part. We've had to rely on generous donations and spare caps to help restore this place. "Please, take a seat." I sat down on the old leather chair, which creaked and groaned. "I know you'd rather be anywhere than here, helping out against the Legion." He gave me a nervous chuckle. Id say I was happy to be here, except I wasn't, I thought as I accepted his hand.
"Welcome to the Embassy, Ranger Mason." he greeted me. The name plaque on his desk read 'AMBASSADOR CROCKER.' A black man stood up and brushed nonexistent fluff and dust from his suit. One of the recruits opened the door for me and I stepped inside the office, which was in better condition than the rest of the building. I brushed past the recruit who shut the door behind me and followed the red carpet around the corner where two other recruits were standing either side of a door, I guessed that was the Ambassadors Office. "Ambassador Crocker will see you know." he said, puffing out his chest. I stood and was greeted by a new recruit, I could practically smell his greenness. A moment later the door on my right opened, revealing dirty red carpet and cracked walls, Mr House certainly was clear in his distaste for the NCR.
Whatever it is it couldn't be too important if I've been kept waiting an hour. Instead, I was to await orders from the Ambassador, though why I wasn't sent to Camp McCarran or Camp Forlorn Hope, I didn't know. It sucked, but I took a vow to protect and serve the NCR and the people living under the NCR flag. My first thought was to go and kill all those legion fuckers, but my first thought as a NCR Ranger was to do my job, and help out when and where I'm needed. I'd only just heard of the situation going down in Nelson. I'd been here over an hour, awaiting my orders from Ambassador Crocker, having just been sent from helping out with Camp Searchlight.
I watch as my Pipboy 3000's digital clock ticked over to 4:40.
June 17th, 2281, NCR Embassy, The Strip, New Vegas.
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