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[donttreadon]

[well, first thing's first, there's a bit of cursing and a bit of shuffling, clicking, the sounds of someone prodding at and investigating the little device. strange little piece of tech though it is, with her own radio getting nothing but dead static anymore she has to try and make use of the next best thing.]

Ranger Grant, this is Colonel Moore,

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VOICE

[donttreadon]

[Do not want the stalking. But if nothing else, her voice loses a bit of the hard edge at the reply, though it's no less cautious. One of their citizens?] What gave it away? I'll take that as a "no" to any of them being in the area....

Mr. Fox, I represent the forces stationed in the Mojave, at the Hoover Dam. Would you care to tell me where exactly I've arrived to?

[There's no way that dream had been real. Nope, that kind of thing just doesn't happen.]

Voice

[snarkingscribe]

...oh hey, Colonel.

Uh. [Crap, she just realized she just let on that she knows who the Colonel is, and Veronica rather remembers that Moore was not pleased in the least over said Courier making peace between the BoS and NCR...]

I'm, uh. A friend of that Courier.

Voice

[donttreadon]

[Good girl, Veronica, that's definitely information you might wanna keep to yourself for a while. But the irritation in her voice increases regardless.]

"That Courier"? Is this supposed to mean something to....

[....no no, wait, that actually does ring a bell.] Do you mean the courier that's been stirring up so much trouble around the Mojave? We've heard more than a few reports along those lines recently.

Voice

[snarkingscribe]

I guess that depends on how you define 'stirring up trouble', since trouble for someone might be a blessing for someone else.

[brokethebank]

[ long, looong moment of debate. jesus it's bad enough that he's got vulpes breathing down his neck here, he really doesn't want someone like moore doing the same. at the same time, he's also a little worried that if moore finds out he's here later and didn't announce himself that there'd be pain in his future.

moore is a scary lady. announcing it is. ]

Name's Rojo, ma'am. Courier with the Mojave Express.

[donttreadon]

[smart boy, Rojo. very smart. there's that hard edge in her voice again, but thankfully she has sliiightly more pressing matters to attend to right now.]

Funny how everything that happens these days seems to always have a courier stuck right in the middle of it. [....well, you know. mostly?] Would you care to tell me just what the hell is going on here?

[mojavemettle]

[ he likes to think he can make smart decisions now and then. he's not sure if that comment means she's not yet aware she's speaking to the particular courier she's referring to, but... hey, he's not about to give himself away in case she doesn't. ]

The business can get pretty peculiar sometimes. As for what's going on here... I'm afraid I can't, the picture's still not all that clear to me either.

[suuscurator]

Er... [Boot camp does not count as military training, alright?] ... Cody Nivson, reporting in?

[donttreadon]

Nivson? [Hrm, another name not ringing any bells.] Rank and location.

[suuscurator]

Um--I'm not.. I don't have a position in the army? Military, whatever branch you're with.

Somewhere in the Middle District. [Why is he telling a stranger this.]

[donttreadon]

The "Middle District".

[Because that means so much to her fff. Alright, she'll come back to that one, there are other concerns and not nearly enough time to get through all of them.] So you're a civilian? Local?

[Or another NCR citizen, maybe? Because that would be nice. Still well beyond strange, but nice.]

[fthemarker]

[Voice]

Isaac Clarke...reporting in?

[Oh great. Another military sounding person. He was wondering when the next one would show up.]

[donttreadon]

[Voice]

[It's your lucky day, Issac!] Your rank and location.

[fthemarker]

[Voice]

[Location? Um, how about no?]

Civilian. I'm an engineer for a company back home. Not military.

[voice]

[donttreadon]

[Did you really just ignore her Issac. :| But ugh, more civvies, where the hell did all her men disappear to.]

And "back home" would be where exactly, Mr. Clarke?