James Wilson
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"Thanks again," I said, locking the metal box which held the anti-plant virus bomb. Keely just shook her head and waved me off. "Don't mention it," she growled. "The last thing any of us wants is an outbreak of those fungal spores on the surface..." While she spoke, she adjusted the collar on her labcoat. Apparently, both she and Williams had taken over the OSI offices in Camp McCarran - at least, for the time being. Hildern was nowhere to be seen. That said, Keely didn't seem "Well..." I scratched the…
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The chill night air blew past me as I stood on one of the Lucky 38's balconies, looking out at the city below. The lights of New Vegas and Freeside were like a carpet of stars, mirroring the sky. Smoke from my cigarette curled around my head, and the music from the speakers mounted on the walls above me buzzed in my ear. I wasn't even really listening; I just wanted some background noise... I wasn't even sure what time it was. I was too busy trying to make sense of things. I took another long draw, and…
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"And you're absolutely sure?" I asked from my spot on the couch. Yes Man's face on the giant monitor loomed over us with an unmoving smile, as several images flickered with static on the smaller monitors surrounding it. "Positive!" Yes Man said, his voice just as chipper as ever. "There is absolutely no indication that the ZAX mainframe within Big Mountain has made any attempt to break into any of my systems." "But what about that message we saw?" I asked, scratching my head. "What the fuck was that,…
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"Sue..." I looked around the practically sterile white room cautiously. "What's going on?" "Uh... I "WE "Hrmm..." I grunted, gripping the energy rifle tightly and stepping off the platform. A metal door ahead of me unlocked itself with a heavy clunk, and opened. I barely got a few feet before she spoke up again. " "What... what the fuck is going on?" I said as I tried to make any kind of sense of this. "I think she might be damaged," Sue whispered, barely loud enough for me to hear. "Play along…
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I strode calmly and confidently through the wreckage of the drug lab. The floor was covered in a carpet of spilled chemicals – both liquids and powders – mixing occasionally with the many pools of Los Zorroz blood. Every few steps or so, a discarded syringe or Jet inhaler would crack with a pop of breaking glass under my boots. While I searched for my target, Cass, Veronica, Stripe and Sasha got to the business of engaging in some post-combat small talk. "Oh, man," Veronica muttered from somewhere…
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"So, we were right then?" Emily's voice buzzed in my ear. "Seems that way," I whispered softly, keeping the binoculars pressed against my face. "This is It was around mid-morning the next day, and I'd decided to do a bit of recon. I was lying flat on my stomach, on top of a roof in Freeside, scanning a building three streets away through a pair of binoculars. It was another warehouse, like the other one from a few nights ago .The outside of the squat concrete building was covered in graffiti, and most…
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The music echoed from the speakers in the ceiling of the Penthouse. When I asked Veronica if she had any good 'working' music in her box of vinyl, she suggested I listen to an album by Still, I couldn't focus on that now. I needed to finish sorting through all this data I'd been collecting since last night. Between the tracking device I'd slipped into the boot heel of that one thug, the plethora of surveillance cameras in Freeside, and the video feeds from all the patrolling securitrons, I had plenty of…
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It was just after ten in the morning, and the rain was still coming down. The black droplets of poison water were striking the glass door to the balcony with such force that it was like the glass was being hit with hundreds of tiny stones. I stood at the door, coffee cup in one hand, cigarette in the other, and watched as the rain left dirty streaks of soggy, radioactive soot in their wake. I could barely even see the rest of The Strip through the murky, grey-brown haze. "Damn, it's still coming down,…
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I was still shaking when I stepped out of Gomorrah and into the street. I breathed slowly and steadily, trying to calm myself down. But nothing was working. I was too worked up. I was just so fucking "Don't worry," I heard Sue say. "I think he'll stick to his word. He'd have to be stupid not to change after THAT display." She started laughing softly. "Yeah, well... I never credited Cachino with an overabundance of brains..." A thundercrack echoed in the sky above my head, and I sighed, burying my face…
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This courtyard inside Gomorrah certainly kept with the theme of the rest of the casino. It was like the place had been pulled straight out of Arabian Nights, or the Adventures of Sinbad or something. A rocky pool was in the center, like a desert oasis, with a dozen palm trees and greenery all over the place. The palms were obviously fake, same as the ferns. Several women in various states of undress were lounging in the pool; if the steam rising off the surface was any sign, the whole thing was just a…
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