[b][i]The Crimson Caravan Job[/i][/b]

Considering how dangerous the Wasteland was, of course someone would be stalking them, although said stalker would not make any apperance for the night. In the building they had settled in, they would find themselves sufficiently cozy to sleep in shifts, and when the next day came, they would be ready. However, what would be their options? Lockpicking was out of the question, but nothing says they couldn't pick pockets for a key that their opponents already had...

[b][i]Novac[/i][/b]

It seemed that even in this changed universe, one Craig Boone was going to be the Legion's enemy one way or another. And with him as an NCR commander in this timeline, help would come to Darlen swifter than expected, as one of the patrols under him would intercept Darlen and Chloe as they tried to make their way to Trading Post 188, their squad leader saying:

"Halt! Who goes there!" before noticing the haggard look of the two travellers, before saying, more mildly:

"Do you need help? You look like you've been through hell!"

[b][i]Nipton[/i][/b]

Reports would arrive to the local Centurion, as well as Artificer King Actus about the death of their patrol and the attack on one of their soldiers who was engaged in the 'private business' of slavery, with one of the few Niptonite townsfolk who had been allowed to betray their town knocked unconcious.

The Centurion would order more crosses put up; more Niptonites will die for this, starting with the traitor schoolteacher.

Of course, Actus can countermand this, but he would only have some minutes to do so...because unknown to him or the Centurion, Carmen was arrriving with her squad and ordnance.

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