Good morning, Mojave Wasteland! It looks like today is going to be absolutely gorgeous! Highs of 69, with partly cloudy skies all day. Light winds, and a few mild sandstorms around the Ivanpah Dry Lake race track. Ti for a bit of news. Locals in Freeside, Outer Vegas, Primm, Novac, and even as far south as the Mojave Outpost reported seeing a teor shower in the skies overhead last night. Several scavengers insist it was not a teor at all, but a crashing satellite. Sounds like wishful thinking to . Coming up next is Dean Martin, singing one of my favorite tracks: "Volare!" Sing it, Dean-o.
By one in the morning, nearly everyone had left the roof. All the Boors had left, at any rate. Loyal and Pearl had also disappeared, preceding a steady trickle of departures. Veronica left shortly after the last pieces of ARCHIDES stopped burning up in the atmosphere. Gregory had disappeared with his grill about an hour earlier. Cass was passed out drunk on one of the deck chairs up here, Boone had disappeared, as had Arcade (along with Argyll, unsurprisingly enough.)
That was around when I left to get so shut eye. Don't know why, but I was only able to get a few hours in before I woke up, and couldn't get back to sleep. So, since daylight hadn't quite broken yet and the Boors weren't going to play Reveille for at least another hour or so, I decided to head back up to the roof - start cleaning up a few things. And who should I find up there? Raul. He was sitting at a table near the edge of the roof, staring out at all the Nellis landscape. There were a few empty bottles and cups sitting on the table, but... I didn't think they were his. I hadn't seen him drink anything all last night during the party. Could ghouls even get drunk?
"Hey man," I said, sitting opposite of him at the table. "What are you still doing up?" Raul shrugged.
"Didn't really feel like sleeping, Boss. Just got... a lot on my mind." Raul sighed, and kept looking east. It was almost like he was waiting for the sun to co up.
"Anything you want to talk about?" I asked. Raul rely chuckled.
"I did plenty of talking last night. Loyal and Pearl, the three of us talked about a lot of things. Swapped stories... Did you know they both had plenty of chances over the years of giving up?" I shook my head. "They could have stepped down, retired to live out the rest of their days in luxury. Instead they stayed on, and they continue to do what they can to make sure the Boors are kept on the right track."
"Hell," I shrugged, and tried to slump in the chair - and then realized just in ti that the chair didn't have a back. "I think it's a good thing they're so devoted to their duty. If more people acted that way, trying to do the right thing, the wasteland might not be so bad."
"You think so, Boss?" Raul asked, chuckling grimly, and looking back at . He folded his arms, and rested his elbows on the table. "Because I rember a ti when a lot of people stuck to their duty, no matter what. And it ended with nuclear bombs falling on my hotown."
"Yeah, I rember you telling about that the other day," I thought back to the story he had told while checking on the solar panels. "If I recall, you said there was more to that story." Raul stared at for a good long while, regarding carefully. And eventually, he sighed, and started talking.
"Well... I told you about the fire. I knew my sister and I couldn't stay at what was left of Hidalgo Ranch anymore. The refugees still wanted dead - they even put a bounty on . I rember how scared Rafaela was. I told her if she ca with , we'd see the vaqueros."
"The what?" I asked. Was that more Spanish?
"Oh... sorry, Boss. I'm old, sotis I forget these things..." Raul shook his head. "Technically, vaquero's a Spanish word for 'herder of cattle,' but Rafaela and I knew about them because the trick riders at the rodeo dressed like the vaqueros of the Old West. Sombreros, kerchiefs 'round their necks, leather chaps... the whole nine yards, Boss. Rafaela loved to go see the rodeo when it ca to town. We figured maybe we could find help in xico City - we were young, we didn't know what had happened, really. We didn't understand about the bombs."
"I can't imagine you found anything," I said. "Didn't you say last ti that xico City was vaporized?" Raul just shrugged.
"I don't think it was hit as hard as DC or Bakersfield, but... yeah, it was really bad. By the ti we got there, the city was a radioactive ruin. Worse, it was full of looters, already forming into the beginning of raider tribes. Don't get wrong, Boss, cri was bad before the War, but after the bombs it was a nightmare. For a long ti, we were forced to live like scavengers, scraping by on what little food we could find, always looking for dicine for my burns..."
"Burns?" I asked. Raul nodded slowly, and subtly started rubbing his arms, as if it was an old habit.
"I didn't escape the ranch fire unscathed, Boss... but it didn't take long for the burns to be the least of my problems. Before long, the radiation started to kick in," Raul leaned back, opening his arms and putting himself on display. "turning into this handso devil you see before you."
"That sounds..." I tried to think of sothing to say, and ca up short. "...pretty bad." Raul just shook his head.
"You're a poet of understatent, Boss. But... there were monts it was almost worth it. I still rember finding that novelty costu shop. I was just looking around for sothing I could slice up to wrap my burns when I saw the vaquero outfit hanging on the rack, like it hadn't been touched. I took it - I an... not like anybody else needed it, you know? - and wore it back to our camp," Raul closed his eyes, and smiled his cracked lips wide. "Rafaela laughed for the first ti since the bombs."
"Uh..." I tried to picture Raul before the bombs, dressed up in a sombrero, a neckerchief, and a pair of leather chaps. It was surprisingly difficult. "Wasn't it... kind of dangerous to be dressed so... noticeably?" Raul started nodding slowly, and the smile faded.
"It was. I started to build up a reputation... bit of a legend. Sort of like how people have started calling you Courier Six. Sotis it headed off trouble... but most of the ti, it just started more. Young punks looking to prove themselves would co looking for . The naless, gun-slinging vaquero... but my eyes were sharp, and my guns were quick. For a while, it seed like we might even survive there, until... until Rafaela..." Raul trailed off, looking away from .
"Sothing happened to her, didn't it?" I asked, almost unnecessarily. Raul nodded somberly.
"She went out to find so food one day. I was sick, so I stayed at the camp. Looking back, I guess it must have been the beginnings of radiation poisoning. It was supposed to be safe, but so raiders happened to pass through where she was scavenging. I..." Raul ran a scabby hand over his scalp, and slowly shook his head. "When I found her... her body, the...uh... the only way I was able to recognize her was this funny little scar on her knee."
"Oh fuck..." I looked around; I suddenly wished so of these empty beer bottles and cups weren't empty. "I'm sorry, man. I didn't know." Raul hung his head, refusing to look in the face.
"I'd let my whole family down. First the Ranch... and then Rafaela. I was the last Tejada. I guess maybe I went a little crazy then. I took my guns, and went back to that market. I didn't have many bullets..." Raul's voice went low, and dangerous. "... but I had enough. Once the raiders were all dead, I salvaged what I could from the store. I was tired, I... I just wanted to be alone forever."
"So what did you do?"
"I left xico City behind. I made my way out to the Gulf Cost, and eventually I found an old Petro-Chico refinery nobody had claid. I stayed there for a little while, and I thought a lot about my life. I thought about the guns I'd lived by and what they'd gotten . And that's when I decided..." Raul looked up at , with eyes that looked, for the first ti, as old and tired as he said he was. "My guns hadn't gotten anything. It was ti to give them up. I took off the old vaquero outfit, and put on this Petro-Chico jumpsuit. The na tag said Miguel, so I started using the na myself. Eventually, I made it to Arizona..." Raul sighed. "But that's another story, Boss." Raul shook his head and chuckled. "You know, it's funny."
"Uh... what is?" I asked, genuinely curious. There was nothing about this conversation that seed funny in the slightest.
"It's just that I never really open up to people, Boss. Especially not about my past." He looked off to the east - the first rays of sunshine were just starting to appear on the edge of the horizon. "I don't know what it is about you. You just seem... easy to talk to, Boss." I chuckled at that - Cass had said sothing similar about being easy to talk to, if I rembered correctly. "I've gotta be honest... that's been weighing on my mind for a very long ti. I think I just needed to get that out in the open."
"Happy to help."
The RHIB wasn't exactly luxurious, but it was in surprisingly good condition given that it probably hadn't been used in over 200 years. The hull of the boat looked like it was made out of fiberglass, and there was a rubber inflatable collar running along the outer edge of the boat. As soon as we pushed the boat off the back of the Deuce-And-A-Half, we loaded up and sped off along the pristine, crystalline blue surface of Lake ad. With the location in my Pip Boy's map, it took us less than half an hour to find the B-29 crash site.
"So, this is th' place, huh?" Cass asked as she leaned over the side of the RHIB. Seed pointless to , looking down. Even with the clear water and lack of rough seas, the most any of us could see was about 10, maybe 15 feet below the surface.
"As close as I think we can get without all of us diving down," I said, looking around out of habit. Boone, Cass, and Raul were all sitting at the bow, keeping watch. Arcade, anwhile, was with Veronica at the control console: apparently, it took two people to drive the boat. ED-E was circling above us.
"I still think this is a bad idea," Veronica said, stepping away from the console. "I an, you going down there alone like this."
"Why, do you have another rebreather?" I asked, referencing the device draped around my neck. To be honest, I was a bit iffy about trusting my life to sothing seemingly built out of corn silk, rubber hose, removable adhesive, and a pressure cooker. But, it was the best I had. "Because I have no idea how deep this plane is, and I'm pretty sure whoever goes down there is going to need air."
"I'm more worried about how close we are to The Fort," Arcade scanned the horizon. "I an, we're practically spitting distance. We know the Legion has boats, and we know they kind of want us all dead..."
"Why d'ya think we're up here, keepin' watch?" Cass chuckled, clutching at the rifle she'd borrowed. Boone nodded.
"Any flash of crimson, that water's gonna get a lot redder." Unsurprisingly, Boone was in full kit, and had his rifle mounted on the edge of the inflatable collar of the RHIB. I did one final check of my gear. The ballast packs were secure on my back, the cord attaching to the inner hull of the RHIB was secured firmly around my waist, my combat knife was strapped to my belt, the rebreather was ready, and the only clothes I was wearing were my jeans - anything more, and I'd tread too much water, like that ti I had to swim across Fort Peck Lake up in Montana. But that's another story.
"Raul, you got Loyal's detonator?" I asked, sliding the goggles into place. Raul nodded.
"Don't worry Boss, got it right here. And I'll help keep watch. My eyes ain't what they used to be, but I suppose that's what the binoculars are for, right?" I laughed, tightening the straps on the rebreather and opened the valve on the air tank on my back... I heard the unmistakable sound of air starting to cycle through without the hiss of a leaky seal, so it seed to be working. I was just about ready to jump off and into the lake, when I heard a voice from the bow.
"Hey, Sheason!" Cass shouted, grabbing my attention. "Be careful down there." I gave her two thumbs up, and fell backward into the water.
I don't care what anyone tries to tell you: just because a lake is in the desert doesn't an the water is any warr. Once the initial shock of just how cold Lake ad actually was wore off, I still felt cold. It was a strange, uncomfortable sort of claustrophobia being surrounded by all that water, and it only got worse the deeper I swam.
The strangest thing about the dive was the sounds I could hear, even though they weren't really sounds. I don't quite know how to describe it... it felt like noise, but at the sa ti, I knew that it wasn't noise. Vibrations from all around being funneled into my skull through the water flooding into my ears, and the water muffling everything except the dull thud of my own heartbeat in my ear canal.
My only real comfort was the light from my Pip Boy illuminating the water around - which, now that I was far enough away from the surface, seed a hazy, mossy green, quite detached from the crystal blue up top. The goggles helped too: I had no idea if my cybernetic eyes could focus properly if they were directly exposed to water, so I thought it best to play it safe and keep a buffer of air and glass between my eyes and the water.
I kept diving as fast as I could, only stopping every so often to make sure the cable connecting to the boat didn't get tied up. It may seem a bit stupid that I was focusing so hard on this, but keep in mind that the few tis I've had to swim in the past only involved swimming on the surface. I've never had to dive before, and it was more difficult than I was expecting. Especially since the plane was supposed to be around 170 feet below the surface, and I had no way of tracking how deep I was.
Of course, as difficult as I thought it was, things were about to get much, much worse. I felt a shift in the water behind , and the muffled noises-that-weren't-noises smothering my ears changed. Imdiately, the pit of my stomach seed to completely drop out from under and I knew right then and there I was in trouble.
I twisted my body around just in ti to co face to face with a pair of blood red eyes attached to a slimy green body. Instinctively, I tried to swing at it, but... I was too slow. The water was pressing down on so hard, and providing too much resistance to my punch. By the ti my fist got close, the lakelurk had swum just out of reach.
I've seen lakelurks before, but usually it would be through the scope mounted on a high powered rifle. The vaguely human shape was covered in scales and rubbery skin that looked slimy even this deep underwater. Its webbed hands and feet didn't seem to have quite the right number of fingers and toes... which was a relief, frankly, since its fingers and toes ended in sharp claws. The rest of its body was covered in fins. It hovered in the water for a few minutes, just out of reach; it was staring at through the thin slits of its blood-red eyes, and gnashing its maw full of sharp teeth.
I grabbed the knife off my belt, and brought my hands up in as much of a defensive posture as I could manage. And just in ti, too: no sooner had I done so, the lakelurk surged forth through the water toward , claws outstretched and mouth wide open. I deflected the blow, but I could feel the water rush past my face as the claws ca perilously close to ripping my head open.
This was bad. Down here it was faster than , and I couldn't put any force in my punches because of the water resistance. The only upside was that this thing was still just an animal - it was attacking the sa way over and over again. I had to use that against it sohow... after everything I did to survive the Sierra Madre, I wasn't going to go down like a bitch to this overgrown fish with too many limbs.
The next thing I knew, the lakelurk had latched onto , and the two of us were tumbling over and over. I barely had enough ti to bring my Pip Boy up in front of my face before the lakelurk's teeth-filled maw clamped down on it - presumably in an attempt to bite my face off. It was really trying its best to latch onto , and get as close as it could...
And that was my opening.
I shoved my combat knife into the lakelurks gut as hard as I could. The water around shuddered as it convulsed and flailed. Its jaw loosened from around my Pip Boy, and it tried to swim away - but I was ready. My hand was already gripping tight around the lakelurks gills, and I was determined not to let go.
It convulsed again after I pulled the knife out and it tried to wriggle away... but up close, and with a damn good grip, I was quicker. I shoved the knife up and under its chin. There was one last convulsion before a cloud of dark blood started to seep out through the wound and bloom in every direction.
I pulled out the knife, and shoved the dead lakelurk away with my foot. The body slowly drifted away, leaving a cloudy trail of red ss behind it. I needed to get out of here quick. That blood was bound to lure more lakelurks and who knows how many other nasty mutant critters down here, looking for an easy snack. So I sheathed the knife, checked the Pip Boy to make sure I knew which direction (besides down) to go, and started to dive.
It didn't take long for to realize sothing else was wrong. I felt a strange fizzing sensation coming from my left shoulder - close to where the lakelurk had tried to slash my face open. Had I been hit without realizing? I turned to look, and what I saw was not what I expected. At all.
The tube connecting my mask to the oxygen tank had been severed completely. The fizzing I felt was all the air rushing out. I... didn't really know what to make of that. Was I... how was I breathing? Was I breathing? On a hunch, I reached up and pulled my breathing mask off... and it detached from my face without so much as a bubble. Ok, so, that answers that... sort of. I tried to shake it off... for the mont, I didn't appear to be dying and/or dead. And that had to be good enough, but it still didn't take away from the fact that I appeared to be breathing underwater.
When the fuck did my life get so... you know what? Screw it. I don't even care anymore.
It didn't take long to find the B-29 after ditching what was left of the rebreather. The shape was unmistakable, even so deep and covered in moss. The canopy looked crushed, and the right wing looked like it was broken, but the plane looked mostly intact. For the most part. It was intact enough that this crazy sche of Loyal's just might actually work. Probably.
I swam under the left wing, directly in between the two engines, and pulled the ballast packs from off my back. Thankfully, they were still intact. My little run in with the lakelurk hadn't damaged them. I tried to rember what Loyal had said: take the ballast, one for each wing, and stick them to the underside between the two engines, then pull the tab when it's in place. The adhesive mixture Jack had cooked up should keep it in place. Should.
A few minutes later, and both of them were in place. I swam around the B-29 once more and started looking for the cable connecting to the surface when I saw sothing incredibly disheartening: off in the distance, just beyond the light coming off my Pip Boy, I saw a pair of red eyes staring at . Then another. Then a third. Indistinct shapes in the darkness of the murky water started taking form...
Right. Ti to go. I grabbed the cable and kicked off from the top of the B-29. I swam up as fast as I could, doing my best to use the cable. I started pulling on it, almost like I was climbing it - and then, without warning, it started pulling back. I didn't quite know how, but there was definitely sothing pulling the cable from the surface end, so I grabbed tight with both hands and didn't let go.
The next thing I knew, I was surging up through the water far faster than I could swim. I held on tight, thankful for the goggles keeping the water out of my eyes - though it did feel like the rest of my skin was going to rip right off . I looked up, and soon the darkness of the lake's depths began to give way to a much lighter blue. It got lighter and lighter until I saw the surface - and the outline of the RHIB waiting for .
I burst out of the water like I'd been shot from a gun. Cold air hit in the face - well, to be fair, it was probably pretty hot, but any air was bound to feel cold given how I was soaked to the core.
"Grab him!" A voice cut through the sounds of rushing water. I couldn't imdiately tell who said it. I just knew that I was no longer flying up and out of the water. I landed against sothing soft and rubbery, and desperately tried to find a grip that wasn't there. I scrambled, and just when I thought I was going to get pulled back into the depths, several hands reached out and grabbed hold of .
"Sheason!" It sounded like Cass. The water finally cleared away from my goggles enough for to see Cass and Boone holding onto , trying to pull up. It was surprisingly difficult, given that I was hanging off the nose of the boat. "C'mon, I gotcha! Up y'git!" I looked up as the two of them tried to pull onto the boat, and I saw ED-E hovering close by; the cable I was still attached to was hooked onto his underside. He must have been the one to pull up.
"You okay?" Boone said in his usual gravelly monotone. I opened my mouth to speak, but instead of words, the only thing that ca gushing out was what looked and felt like five gallons of lake water.
"THE FUCK!?" Cass blurted out, and almost lost her grip - and then grabbed hold of again. With Boone and Cass' help, I almost managed to scramble back on board - when a gunshot rang out. Both Boone and Cass let go of , and reached for their guns. Thankfully, I'd found a handhold, so I didn't slip back into the water. I couldn't really press myself any further into the side of the boat, so all I could do was turn my head in the direction of the shot: right in front of .
There was Raul, standing in the middle of the boat with his revolver drawn at a point sowhere behind . My eyes followed the direction of his shot, and I turned to look... at a dead lakelurk that was lying face first in the water. Silence hung heavy in the air, just like the mutant fish-man floating a few feet away from .
"So, the old man with the bad eyes and the shaky joints was the only one to spot the obvious and dangerous lakelurk?" Raul holstered his pistol. "Thanks guys, that really makes feel much safer." With a smile, he extended a scabby hand toward . I grabbed it without question, and he finished the job of pulling on board. I collapsed face first on the deck of the RHIB, coughing the last bit of water out.
"Th-" I coughed one last ti, and finally ripped the goggles off my face. "Thanks man. I owe ya."
"Don't ntion it, Boss," Raul smirked, waving it off. "Although, I'm guessing more are on the way?" I nodded. "Then what are we waiting for?"
"Permission to get underway, skipper!" Arcade said to Veronica, adding in a fake salute and a shit-eating grin. Veronica just rolled her eyes.
"Oh, stop with the stupid nautical references Arcade! It wasn't funny the first ti." Veronica moved the wheel, and the RHIB started moving, turned around, and in a few monts we were heading back to the parked Deuce-And-A-Half at Callville Bay.
I leaned against the hull at the bow, very calmly breathing in and out. I unhooked myself from the cable, and was glad to be... well, I wasn't on dry land yet, but my little swim hadn't exactly been a picnic.
"So, what happened t'yer facemask?" Cass asked, sitting down next to , her rifle against her shoulder. "Did y'lose it when ED-E was draggin' y'up at a million miles'n hour?"
"Uh..." I didn't quite know what to say. No sense surgarcoating the madness, I guess. "No. I lost it a bit earlier. Turns out, I can breathe underwater."
"What." It looked like Cass' brain had broken.
"Hey, I don't know either. All I know is I was down there way too long without oxygen, and yet sohow I'm still here. Hell, maybe one of those cybernetics Usanagi put in helped breathe underwater sohow, I don't know." I shrugged. "If I'm still here, does it matter?" Cass stared at for a few minutes.
"Well?" She said, breaking the silence.
"Well, what?"
"Ain't ya gonna say it?" She asked, poking in the ribs.
"Say what?" I asked.
"Don't y'usually say 'when th' fuck did m'life get so weird?' right 'bout now?" Cass smirked, and I couldn't help but laugh and shake my head.
"Yeah, the sick thing is I'm actually getting used to this crap. Hey, Raul?" I turned to the ghoul sitting across from against the control station. "You've still got Loyal's detonator, right?"
"Sure thing, Boss," Raul reached into his jumpsuit, and pulled out the detonator, handing it to . "Think we're far enough away?"
"Guess we'll find out soon enough," I grabbed the detonator, flipped open the finger guard, and pulled the trigger. The light on the top of the detonator switched from green to red and started flashing, and then...
Nothing.
"Did it work?" Arcade asked, looking behind him. The RHIB slowed, and everyone looked behind the boat, back where we'd been a few minutes ago. The surface of the lake was incredibly still. And then...
There was a bulge. It seed small at first, but then the bulge got bigger, like soone was inflating a huge balloon right below the surface of the water, and the lake was clinging to the sides, refusing to let it surface. And then suddenly, the imaginary balloon seed to explode. The surface of the water shattered, and a there was a massive surge of water flying upwards into the air. The shock sent waves through the water, and the RHIB started to rock violently. The water started to fall back down to the lake... and that's when I saw it.
Sitting defiantly on the surface of the lake was the B-29, with what looked like two massive car airbags under the wings keeping it afloat. It wobbled and swayed, and the right wing beyond the two engines looked dangerously close to snapping off completely from the force of being dredged up from the lake floor, but... there it was.
"Mission accomplished?" I asked, giving a thumbs up.
Everyone was too busy staring at the risen bomber to reply.
"Your plan worked," I said to Pearl and Loyal. It was several hours later, and I'd had ti to shower and change; now, I was eting with the two of them in the old HQ building again. "The plane is now floating on the surface of Lake ad. Seems to be mostly intact." Pearl just smiled, but Loyal's face lit up like the neon signs in Vegas. The old guy was practically jumping up and down, he was so happy.
"That's trendous!" He bead. "I'll transmit instructions to the robots to start packing up the plane to bring it back to Nellis!"
"Robots?" I asked. "What, you an the Mr. Gutsy's I've seen flying around?" Loyal nodded.
"Exactly. They can break the plane down into pieces and move it up from Callville Bay in one shot."
"Hey, I'm just glad I could help. Sorry the rebreather got wrecked, though. Wish I could make up for that." I shrugged, opting not to tell them all the details about my strange experience under the water.
"Ah, don't worry about it. Jack still has the plans, he can make more if he needs to." When he ntioned Jack, he seed to recall sothing, and looked down at his Pip Boy. "Actually, speaking of that, I better get rolling. Jack and I have a lot of work ahead of us! See you around, Outsider!" Loyal shook my hand one last ti, and rushed out of the office. Pearl, on the other hand, stayed, resting a hand on my shoulder to grab my attention.
"What you have done for us is a miracle, child," Pearl smiled warmly at , her wrinkled features beaming brightly with unfiltered happiness. "You have fulfilled the only dreams we ever had outside our walls. You've done more than any other outsider ever has, and I can tell you with certainty that you're a trusted friend to us all. If there is ever a way for us to help you, child, tell and I will make it so."
Well, this is it. The whole reason I ca here. It's now or never.
"You know how you said you knew about the conflict between NCR and Legion?" I asked; Pearl nodded. "Well, it may co sooner, rather than later. When that battle finally happens, it'll be at the Hoover Dam. Do you think the Boors can help decide the outco?" I didn't think it possible, but Pearl smiled even wider.
"Of course, my child. After everything you have done for us? We would love to help you in the upcoming fight, once we use The Lady to rebuild the bomber. The young ones would relish an opportunity to put their skills to real battle after all the years training in virtual reality. I promise you, we will be there when you need us."
"Excellent!" I said, offering my hand to shake. "I knew I could count on you."
"But..." Pearl started, still smiling.
"But?" I tried to disguise the concern in my voice. Don't tell there's more!
"There is one last thing I'd like you to partake in, before you take your leave of us, back to the lights of Vegas. In fact..." Pearl motioned behind . "There's soone I'd like you to et who can explain everything."
I turned around, expecting any number of things... and on all counts, I was completely wrong. Standing in the doorway was a Boor with a short mowhawk, sunglasses, and a necklace of spark plugs hanging around his neck. He smiled at , extending his hand as he approached.
"Hey Sheason. Rember ?" I nodded as the two of us shook hands.
"Yeah, I rember you, from the party last night?" I tried to rember his na- "Sebastian, right? Sebastian Hamilton?" He nodded. "Yeah, sorry for leaving suddenly like I did. Boone was having so troubles and needed a bit of help." Hamilton just waved it off.
"Don't worry about it, I understand. He looked as nervous as a gecko stumbling into a deathclaw nest. That's not why Pearl called here. You rember that secret I ntioned?"
"Of course," I said, nodding.
"Well," Hamilton flashed a satisfied grin. "Pearl doesn't want it to be a secret anymore."
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