“A week ago, the Brotherhood, your Brotherhood, asked you to choose between two impossible things, and I know you’re still t hinking about it, and I’m not rushing you! It’s j ust… being on an adventure, risking your life, gett ing in tr ouble - it has a way of making you rethink t hings. Veronica w aited pati ently she knew Clara well enough by now to recognize when she was struggling for the right words. The thing is…” Clara start ed again, traili ng off and staring at the wall in f ront of them. I just thought you mi ght be interest ed. But how is thi s supposed to help me?” “Look, I-” Clara fum bled, stopped, and si ghed.

Why you wanna go.” “Yep!” “Because it’s supposedly guarded by the dead, is super dangerous, and no one’s ever survived going looking for it.” “Exactly!” Clara exclaimed, her eyes bright and excited. After a moment, t he radio spat out a signal. She planted her left arm on t he bar between them, her pipboy screen face up, and played with the buttons. How is thi s one different?” Veronica asked. That look was one of the reasons Veronica had agreed to come with Clara, and had stayed so long. Something that she’d always somehow follow through with. The eyes that had that l ook in them li ke when ever Clara promised somethi ng impossibl e. Her long auburn hair, pul led int o a messy ponytail, swaye d and her bangs partial ly obscured her bright hazel eyes. Thanks, bu t I really don’t feel li ke errand- running right now.” “This is di fferent, I swear!” Clara promised. ” “What’s your point?” “Well, I thought you might want to go on a trip with me!” “You aske d with Westside and t heir food short age. “Hey, I negoti ated a t reaty between the NCR and a gang. “You kno w how y ou’re stil l thi nking about the ul timatum the Brotherhood gave you?” Clara began. “That alwa ys spells tr ouble.” Veronica replied, smiling at her f riend to rob her st atement of it s bite. “So, I’ve been thi nking.” Clara start ed.

Not like she’d been paying much attention to the whiskey, anyway. She smiled at Clara, turning to gi ve her friend her full attention. “When did you get back? I thought you were running errands for t he NC R?” “Helping Westside with a food shortage, actually.” Veronica replied, plopping down in t he bar stool next to Veronica. “Clara!” Veronica forced herself to sound cheerful. Veronica was sitting over an unopened bottle of whiskey, brooding, when she heard her friend call her name. They all had separate rooms with an adjoi ning privat e bar. Veronica wa s one of Clara’s friends and occasional traveling companions on her adventures, and thus shared one of several rooms i n Clara’s casino. “Ronn ie!” Clara’s voice jolted Veronica out of the recent memory.

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