Madeline is Offered a Job (High Combat)

The ambassador eyed Madeline up and down. And while he was certainly thinking with *his* gun he saw that Madeline had plenty of weapons herself.

"You look like you know how to get around and take care of yourself." He said, his eyes narrowing on her for her response.

"I certainly can." she said crossing her arms, putting the ball in his court.

"You ever heard of the Boomers?" he asked.

"Can't say I know much about them."

"The Boomers are a group of reclusive tribals or something or other out north of Hoover Dam. They own Nellis Air **** Base. And old pre-war military base. The Boomers have some of the heaviest artillery around. Hell--even Caesars's Legion doesn't fuck with them."

"So you want me to get them to ally with you? How does that help me?" Madeline posited.

"Anyone who isn't an idiot knows that all the firepower and tech they have means they must have come from a Vault. Besides--the military in the pre-war would want to have had a secure location near such a vital base. Surely you can talk to them about this ERMA thing. They don't live in a vault any more--so maybe you can also convince them to give that to you."

Madeline wrinkled her nose. He had a point.

"And it seems like you are hiring me at this point? In an official capacity?" she questioned.

"That's correct." the Ambassador nodded "The NCR wants you to do this on the up and up. You can have the ERMA as payment."

"And if they don't have an ERMA?" Madeline gave him a sideways glance.

"Well--the NCR will pay you for your troubles. Things are heating up at Hoover Dam and we need all the help we can get stopping Caesar's Legion." he scoffed at the mention of the Legion.

He paused then jokingly added:

"Heh if you could kill Caesar I'd be sure to get you that Erma thing too hahaha."

"Is that an option?" Madeline asked.

"Are you serious?" Ambassador Crocker said staring at Madeline in disbelief.

"I like to know my options." Madeline said seriously.

"If you can kill Caesar I will make sure the NCR will find you that Erma--doodad or whatever the hell its called. I don't care if we have to strip every vault from here to San Fran. We would get you that part. But come on--its suicide. Maybe stick to convincing the Boomers?"

Madeline considered her options--she could try and convince the Boomers to support the NCR in their struggle against the Legion or she could try and kill Caesar. She stood there a moment and then decided...