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FALLOUT: NEW VEGAS - ESCAPE FROM NCRCF
by The Great Shaggy

Chapter Three: The Darkest Sins of Human Depravity

            Their “republic” is a joke. They’re a bunch of tyrants led by an even greater tyrant, that idiot Kimball. – Cooke on the NCR.

            Someone once said 'it is the sandstorms that shape the stone statues of the desert'. It sounded stupid when Sunny Smiles first heard it, but now hunkered down in the darken interior of an ancient delivery truck with only a faint light of a candle to keep back the darkness as the wind howl and sand and pebbles pelted the metal siding she was having second thoughts about it. In her lap Cheyenne whimpered, trying to bury her head deeper into her lap. She stroked the terrified mutt's head, hoping that it was a reassuring feeling for her that everything was going to be alright. The sad thing is; Cheyenne wasn't the only one needing reassuring at the moment. The rope holding the rear doors of the container groaned, threatening to snap and allow the blowing sand particles inside to their sanctuary.
            For two days they'd been stuck inside, holed up by the sandstorm that blew in from the west suddenly. If it wasn't for Cheyenne warning her, well, she didn't want to think what it would be like trying to find shelter when you couldn't see more than few feet in front of you. She'd ration their remaining food and water, which wasn't much, hoping it would last long enough for the sandstorm to blow over. How could I've been so stupid, she thought, I should've listen to Trudy, but not me, I wouldn't listen. After learning Belle's fate, she'd gone back to Goodsprings with Easy Pete and Evans but only to plead her case that they should someone south to Primm to try and get in touch with the nearest NCR Outpost and ask them for help in dealing with the Powder Gangers. Trudy had listen at first and then politely refused her request, which only sent her into a tizzy, stating that she would go. Of course Trudy would have none of that and forbid her from leaving. They were just words to Sunny and that night she, with Cheyenne and a bunch of supplies she manage to procure during the day, slip out of Goodsprings and headed for Primm.
            It should've taken only a day at the most to reach Primm if she’d stay on Interstate 15, but that route was too dangerous. Instead she detoured through the small hills and valleys to the west side of the Interstate to mask their route. Of course this caused them to be hampered by Geckos and coyotes, which only slow them down even more. By the time she managed to reach Primm it had been three days since she departed Goodsprings, dashing her hope of bringing back NCR reinforcements in that time she had set out for. She was surprised to see an NCR military outpost on the outskirts of Primm, but was shocked when she learn from troopers stationed there that Primm had fallen to the Powder Gangers and that they were there only to be a blocking force to keep them from going any further south.
            The commanding officer there, one Lieutenant Hayes, took pity on her and listened to her story before explaining that there was nothing he could do for Goodspring let alone deal with their base of operations at the Correctional Facility. "My orders are to hold this junction and keep them away from the remaining routes the caravans use," he said.
            "But you got more than enough troopers here to clear out Primm and start moving north," she had argued.
            But he just shook his head and said, "Look, Ma'am, the NCR isn't blind here. We know of the troubles to the north. Believe me, if I had the entire company here instead of just my platoon, those Powder Gangers would be wishing to go back to jail. The truth of the matter is that Primm isn't part of the NCR nor is Goodsprings. My orders are to keep the Powder Gangers here and away from NCR citizens to the southwest."
            Sunny was stunned at the revelation that to the NCR, the towns that weren't part of them were left to their own accord, be it for good or worse. Nobody gave them permission to build a prison near Goodsprings and Primm, they just came in and did it without asking the townspeople. Now when everything had gone to shit they wouldn't even take responsibility and clean up their own mess that they created.
            "That's fucking bullshit and you know it," she screamed.
            "Well if you feel that way, Ma'am, then you can file a formal complaint with my commanding officer, Major Knight, up at the Mojave Outpost."
            And with that he had Sergeant McGee escort her out of the outpost. She gave the sergeant the finger as he gave her a shove out the gate and told him where the NCR could stick their flag and slogans. She was in the right mind to head back to Goodsprings, but to do that would doom her friend to the hands of the Powder Gangers not to mention that the town was on borrowed time as it is. No, she couldn't go back empty handed. Pulling the straps on her pack tighter and making sure her sandwrap was secure around her mouth, she headed off southward towards the location of Mojave Outpost.
            That had been three weeks ago.
            Three long weeks of dodging Route Raiders, avoiding feral ghouls, and bypassing critter nests. Now add on top of that a sandstorm to boot. All she could do was let out a chuckle at her misfortune. Cheyenne gave her a quick glance before resting her head back on her master's lap. Sunny patted her companion head one more time, wishing her sweet dreams before blowing out the candle as the wind continue to howl outside.

            Her hands were clammy and cool as sweat soaked her palms. But her nerves were anything but that. Looking up, she locked eyes with her aggressor who wore an expressionless mask from across the table. The air was still and silent, the tension in the air was so high you could cut it with a blade of knife and serve it on a plate. Belle wiped her forehead with her sleeve; it was now or never. Keeping her eyes on her opponent, she reach down and flip the piece of paper in front of her.
            Jack of Spades.
            "Damn it," she shouted, slamming her hands on the top as the women around her burst out in laughter. She pointed an accusing finger at the Asian woman seated across from her. "I almost had you, Miho, almost."
            "Almost doesn't cut it, Belle," laugh the women. "Maybe next time."
            Belle just waved her hands in disgust as she stood up to make room for the next player to attempt to knock Miho off the Caravan Champion Pedestal. Standing off to the side, she watched as Colette sat down to give it try, but she was no longer interested in the game. Life hadn't gotten any easier for her since her 'dressing down' by Eddie and his lover, Scarlett. The days were a blur of the deepest human depravity that she'd ever known, not even the years as a working girl could prepare her for this existence; dancing and stripteases in the Visitor Center during the day, anywhere from one to six sex acts a night, and then there was the sex afterwards. The Powder Gangers didn't pay for the privilege to screw the girls here, no there was a system emplaced by the leadership as a way to reward the go-getters and punish those that failed. Gangers who got a successful hit on a caravan won the choice for a night with a girl of their choosing or, if the hit was big enough, a gangbang with all of them. Murderers of NCR soldiers were rewarded with a lone gangbang. Thankfully those were far and few between. When no one was successful for an entire week, a gambling tournament was held with the five highest players picking their girl of choice. Naturally the winner went first so on and so forth.
            During the few moments they had to themselves, she'd gotten to know the other girls a bit more; the Asian Miho Aoki was a caravaner by trait until she ran into a Powder Ganger ambush, Gwen Jensen was the blonde hair secretary to the warden before the rebellion and breakout, and then there was the little redhead Emma. She didn't talk much, but she was the youngest of the group and by far the most popular girl of the five with the cons. No one could get the story from her on how she was caught, but judging from her age it was fairly obvious.
            Glancing away from the table, she saw Emma in her favorite spot which was right on her cot in her quarters. Poor thing, she thought thinking that she was just a few years older from her age when she left home. Not that I had any choice for that matter, she reminded her herself. It was getting closer to that time that she dreaded, but tonight would be even worse she feared. The game broke up before it ended as all the girls went into their individual cells to dress for the night. Normally they didn't get anything special to wear for the acts, but earlier in the day boxes were dropped off for them causing a mutter to spring up through the pad as each one received a box containing an outfit to wear and even, surprisingly, some make up. She was just finishing up when the loud slam of the lock being thrown sounded it was time.
            Belle filled out with the rest of the girls, her eyes looking straight down at the ground as the jeers and catcalls cried out to them from every corner of the prison as they made their way towards to the Visitor Center. As they neared, Colette, Gwen, and Miho were sheppard off into an adjacent room leaving only her and little Emma in the hallway. Beyond the closed door she could already hear the raucous and had to take steady, deep breaths to calm her nerves. Then the door flung open and she and Emma were herded into the Visitor's Center. It was complete chaos inside; tables overturn, parts of chairs scattered about, shattered glass from broken bottles littered the floor minus one small area to the front that was well lit and furnished with two mattresses and a stack of dingy pillows.
            At the head table situated at the front closes to the mattresses sat Eddie and Scrambler. Scarlett was on her knees, her head bobbing up and down on his erect cock. The traitorous woman took a brief second to smile and wave at the both of them before ringing the head of Eddie's cock with a stream of salvia with her tongue before plunging back down on top of it. As she made her way towards the 'stage', Belle tried to ignore the fact that she was dressed in nothing but a lacy white bra, matching panties, and silk pantyhose. Garter belts hung from her panties to the edge of her pantyhose, and a delicate lace collar lay fastened around her slim neck. Emma, on the other hand, wore only a red, see through mesh nightie with matching red stockings. The younger girl's skin was flushed red with embarrassment and shame as she sat atop the stack of dingy pillows. Facing the crowd, Belle slowly began rubbing the front of her panties, her fingers caressing the soft silk until a spot of moisture stained the thin fabric.
            Spreading her legs far apart, she increased the force of her caresses, rubbing her crotch energetically until a trickle of honey escaped her panties and slid down her inner thigh. The brown-haired women licked her painted, red lips, then reached up with her left hand, fondling her left breast, then slowly pull the bra from her pert tit. The crowd went wild, clapping and applauding as Belle squeezed the soft, creamy mound, and then circled her nipple with painted fingernails, teasing her pink knob until it popped up in arousal. She stole a glance for a moment towards Emma and felt her heart sink as the young girl had her nude ass displayed for the crowd, her tiny digits fingering her moisten slit to their arousal. Belle could see the lust filled stares of the men watching them fingering their crotches. Her digits pulled aside the damp fabric, revealing her moist, pink womanhood. The sounds of moaning and hands slapping cocks mix in with the cheers reverberated in Belle's ears while she rubbed her exposed slit, then spread open the folds of her glistening labia.
               She began to pant softly as she caressed her breast and fondled her throbbing cunt. She licked her lips again, moaning huskily before she bent down and bit the tip of her own nipple. Her skin felt hot as she ran her fingers up and down her pussy, the pink meat dripping with her juices while she rubbed and fondled her little clit. The sound of men climaxing assaulted Belle's hearing, the wet spurt of semen making her mouth dry with unconscious repugnant as she inserted a finger into her drenched cunt, probing her hungry vagina until it clenched around her slim digits. She fell back against the dingy pillows, her thighs spread wide apart and her hips out-thrust as she finger-fucked her own pussy, pumping her fingers in and out with sharp, plunging motions. She ripped the fragile bra from her tits, allowing them to
bob erotically as she trembled with each thrust of her hand. Feminine moans echoed within the Visitor's Center as Belle masturbated, her brown hair falling in a chaotic cloud around her head while her hips pumped lewdly up and down. The courier woman orgasm with a weak, muffled scream as a stream of cum gush from her pussy towards Eddie's table that laid directly in front of her. A younger sounding shriek beside her marked Emma's orgasm much to the applause of the gathered crowd. Reluctantly, Belle took the jism-soaked fingers of her hand, then raised them to Emma's red lips as she did in kind, allowing her to slowly lick the young girl's juices with her pink tongue as she did with Belle's. Some cons ran up to the front, groaning with obscene pleasure and ejaculated their perverted sperm as they watched the women devour their own pussy juices. Belle felt sick with disgust, but the act was only half over.
               Rotating herself, she reached out to caress Emma's left cheek, causing the young girl to moan softly as she reached out to leaned down to bite the girl's right nipple. Emma shivered with pleasure as she reclined back against the pillows as Belle sucked on her small tits. Licking the brown flesh around Emma's left nipple, Belle lowered her left hand to the girl's pussy. She began rubbing her moisten cunt, sliding her fingers up and down until the pink flesh glistened with arousal. The young girl moaned, biting her lower lip while Belle licked every inch of her breasts, making them gleam with saliva. The brunette hair woman rubbed the girl’s pussy harder, planting kisses down the naked girl's stomach, then nuzzling her tiny bush of red pubic hair. Emma crossed her arms over her head, groaning in ecstasy as Belle stroked her cunt and licked her throbbing clit.
               Belle couldn't help but savor the panting girl's juices, the first pussy honey she had partaken of since Sunny's in Goodsprings. She buried her mouth in Emma's slit, her tongue slid around the girl's vaginal cavity like a wild eel, tasting every quivering, slick piece of pink meat. Emma moaned deeply, her little tits bulged out as she exclaimed with bliss. Belle wrapped her arms around Emma's small waist, shaking her head from side to side as she sucked on the girl's pussy, licking the trembling labia folds until a river of honey spurted out. Gently, she rotated the younger girl onto her stomach upon the mattresses, and then opened her thighs apart before plunging down on the naked girl's ass as he crowd went berserk behind them. Emma groaned as Belle licked up her crack, sucking on her engorged labia lips.
               Completely aroused, Belle slapped Emma's small, tight buttocks, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing lewdly over the wailing crowd. She licked around the girl's tiny ass hole, sucking lightly over the small orifice. Panting huskily, Emma's eyes squeezed shut from the sexual stimulation. Without a second thought, Belle slipped her tongue into the younger girl's anus, then started pumping up and down, diving deep into her nether hole. She crushed the young girl's buttocks with her hands, scratching the shallow lines down Emma's tender skin with short, sharp nails. The younger girl groaned with ecstatic pain, her breasts pressed firmly against the mattresses while she thrust her ass upwards for more of Belle's wanton attentions. In response, she resumed sucking on girl's pussy while one finger shoved into the naked girl's ass hole, diving deeply into the tight shaft. Heat radiated from Emma's nude body as she let out a scream, sending a tidal wave of steaming honey nectar into Belle's waiting orifice. Licking the last remnants from her love lips, Belle sat up, and turned Emma around to face her. The younger girl was dripping with sweat, her face panting with exhaustion. Belle grinned as she
drew closer and kissed the girl on the mouth, holding Emma's head in place with both hands. Emma moaned softly in the embrace as the chorus of cheers grew louder in pitch.
               Breaking her embrace, Belle look deeply into the Emma's brown eyes and whispered, "I'm sorry. I'm so very sorry."
               Repulsed by what she'd done, she wiped the last traces of Emma's climax upon a pillow and stumbled to her feet, adjusted her panties back over her crotch before she grabbed her torn bra and fled from the musky-smelling Visitor Center.

            Breathing heavily with sweat pouring down her brow, Sunny took a moment's pause as she reached the caress of the hill that she just climbed. Glancing over her shoulder at the way she'd just came, she shook her head at the sight that greeted her; a road choke full of rusty, pre-war vehicles that lay nearly at a fifty degree angle. Below that lay the expanse of the Mojave Desert as far as the eye could see. If she wasn't so exhausted she might've actually view the scene with awe, but at the moment she couldn't give more than a coyote's ass. Then it dawn on her that she wasn't standing underneath the blazing, merciless rays of the sun but in cool, almost refreshing shade. Turning back around, her eyes widen as her head crane upward towards the sky, her jaw slowly falling ground ward as her pupils trace the outline of the sight that befell her.
            Two, gigantic metal statues that rose from the summit of the mountain into the sky above. They were joined in at the hands in what appeared to be a greeting handshake. If only the others back at Goodsprings could see these, Sunny thought figuring the statues had to be at least fifty to sixty feet in height.
            "Coming from the north?" a voice called out, causing Sunny to break her skyward gaze. "You had to be crazy to brave those roads." The voice belonged to a grizzled NCR soldier sporting sergeant stripes. He was dark skin in color and wore a bushy, black beard. "Sergeant Kilborn, 1st Platoon, Charlie Company. And you are?"
            "Water," croaked Sunny.
            The NCR Sergeant chuckled as he unfastened his canteen from his utility belt and tossed it to a grateful Sunny. "That's a weird name for sure but not the weirdest I've heard before," he countered in amusement.
            The lukewarm liquid was like a torment of spring rain saturating her parched throat. She drank hard and depth, savoring every morsel. Then hearing Cheyenne's whimpering, she broke the lip of the canteen from her mouth and pour some into a tin cup, setting it down for her canine companion to lap up the contents.
            "Thank you. Sunny, Sunny Smiles," she replied, handing back the soldier's canteen. "What is this place?"
            "The Mojave Outpost," he answered back as he secured the canteen. "Watching a lot of nothing, feels like a big Brahmin pen for caravans. They've stopped for a while, waiting for the roads north to clear or their clearance papers to go through."
            "That's why I'm here," she started to say but suddenly felt her legs getting wobbly.
            Kilborn saw it as well and quickly reach out to grab her as she started to fall. "Looks like you've walked a ways. Come on, I'll take you over to the Barracks to dust yourself off. There's also a bar there, not much but better than nothing."
            Sunny nodded and allow the NCR soldier to guide her towards a set of buildings nestled behind a chain link fence. "What are those statues?" she asked.
            Her question received another chuckle from the soldier. "What, those two? Represents unification. Mostly good for shade as you found out. Won't do much else when the Legion reaches us."
            "Who’s in command here? I need to talk to whoever is in charge?"
            "Well that depends on who you want to talk to and about what. For the outpost in general that'll be Ranger Jackson. For caravans and military matters, that falls under Major Knight."
            "Where can I find him?"
            "Usually they both can be found in headquarters. I take it this seems to be urgent so I guess I'll take you over there instead of the barracks."
            The headquarters building laid just to the right of the entrance through the fence. Since Kilborn was with her neither of the two troopers asked for identification from her. The building that served as the headquarters for the outpost appeared to be an old post office from the pre-war era that the NCR had fixed up. As they entered it seem they walk right into the middle of a heated argument.
            "For fuck sakes, my papers are in order, I got my stamps. Why in hell are you keeping me here?" a redheaded female caravaner was shouting at a middle age NCR Officer sporting a green beret and a no nonsense expression.
            "Ma'am, we've been over this how many times. The roads to the north are currently impassable due to the prison breakout and we're still negotiating with the Nipton town mayor to allow the caravans passage through."
            "That's a bullshit of an excuse and you know it, Major. The NCR can just march right in and tell that Mayor Steryn what to do, how to do it, when to it, and where to do it. As for the Powder Gangers, that's your own fuck up that you haven't deemed necessary to cut up yet," the redhead spat back.
            But the officer didn't take the bait. Instead he just cross his arms and replied, "Well I'm sorry you feel that way, ma'am, but I have my orders. If you like you can file an official complaint with-"
            "It won't do my caravan any fucking good," she said, cutting him off in midsentence, before turning around and storming out the doors muttering, "Fucking NCR paper pushers."
            Kilborn didn't wait a second for the officer to cool down before saying, "Sir, I have a Mojave native here that would like to speak with you."
            The officer sighed and said, "Sergeant, I don't think this is the time-"
            "She's traveled a long way to get here, sir," Kilborn interrupted.
            Sunny could tell that the officer was annoyed, but he shook his head and waved her forward. "Major Knight, I'm commanding officer of the NCR military detachment for the southwest region of the New Vegas Area. What can I do for you, ma’am?"
            "My name is Sunny Smiles. I'm a resident of the town of Goodsprings to the north of here. I would like to talk to you about Primm-"
            "Primm? Hayes' platoon is stationed up there. We've been having problems with some of the NCRCF convicts. What can I help you with?"
            "Well both Primm and Goodsprings have seen better days."
            "Both towns have. Primm was a promising trade town before the escape at the correctional facility. Lost a bit of money at Vikki and Vance."
            "But Goodsprings is suffering worse. We're under siege from the Powder Gangers and have already lost a few residents to their attacks. We're in a dire situation up there and I fear without military intervention from the NCR we're not going to last much longer."
            "I'd like to help, but we can't spare anymore units. We have to maintain a minimum headcount at this here Outpost, orders from the West."
            This answer caused Sunny to blink her eyes in astonishment. "So you won't do nothing because someone tuck nice and safely far from here is telling you not to do so?"
            Major Knight shrugged his shoulders but didn't seem overall concerned with the girl's blunt statement. "Ma'am we don't have the manpower to deal with every little raider group that hits a settlement in these parts."
            "But this 'raider group' as you so coyly put it is a result of an NCR blunder. You didn't ask us to build a prison so close to our towns nor did we give you permission to do so. You just came in, waving your bonny flags and did it. Now that the prison has gone to hell in a hand basket you want to sit just idly by and claim 'not our problem'. Is that what you're trying to tell me?"
            "Ma'am, please-" Knight started to say but was cut off by Sunny. She was too tired, too thirsty, and plain just didn't give a damn of playing the politically correct line. Damn it, she was going to speak her mind.
            "We've had people dying out there in Goodsprings, good decent folks trying to scratch out a living in the Mojave. They didn't want to get involved in the inmates' petty issues against the NCR. But now we are because to them we are the NCR. They shouldn't be killing us, they should be killing you. You're the ones that brought them out here, not us. And now you don't want to do anything about it? And I'm here to tell you Major that we're sick of it. We're sick of your propaganda, we're sick of your catchy slogans, we're sick you sticking your noses into our business, and we're mostly sick of the NCR fucking up everything it touches!"
            Her face was turning a pale blue as she finished her rant, but as she did and her voice faded away she was met with deafening silence and all eyes seemed to be on her. No one spoke nor was there even a slight cough.
            Finally after what seemed like eternity Major Knight spoke in a clear voice. "Sergeant Kilborn. Please escort this young woman out of the outpost."
            "Don't fucking bother," growled Sunny as she turned back towards the double doors. "I can find my own goddamn way out."
            "Belay that order, Sergeant," a voice called out from the back of the room.
            Glancing over her shoulder, Sunny saw a man standing just inside a hallway that connected to the main room of the headquarters interior. He was dressed differently from the rest of the NCR military personal, sporting an outfit that consisted of a grey shirt, tan pants, and worn boots. Wrapped around him was a variety of belts, holsters, and bandoleers that bristled with weaponry and ammunition. Perched on top of his head was a dusty, brown wide brim hat and a pair of sunglasses that cup the bridge of his nose. He was cleaned shaven minus the black moustache that curled down the corner of his lips and ended just below his chin.
            "I couldn't help but overhear all the commotion out here, so I decided to come and check it out figuring I would have to stop some native from going postal in here" he said. "And you are?"
            "Sunny Smiles, Goodsprings," she answered back, her voice still filled with menace.
            The man nodded his head. "Goodsprings, I've been there a few times." Waving his hand, he announced, "How about we step back here into my office for a chat."
            Figuring she had nothing to lose, Sunny followed the man to his office which laid at the end of the corridor being the last room on the left. It was a modest room with only a small wooden desk, two chairs, and a pair of filing cabinets. Stacks of paper littered one side of the desk while the other was buried under folders. A small table against the wall sported a half eaten sandwich, some dirty glasses, and an ashtray that was in need of a dumping.
            "So is Trudy still running the Prospector Saloon up there?" he asked as he lowered his frame into the chair that let out a creak in protest.
            His comments surprised Sunny causing her to stammer her way through her reply. "Well yes....she....of course she....you know....the owner. How do you know her?"
            This got a laugh from the man as he folded his arms across his chest. "Now I'm deeply offended that Trudy never talks about me. I spent some time up there when I first came out here. That was a few years back and I don't recall you being there."
            "She never mentioned you before, I don't think. What's your name?"
            "Jackson of the New California Republic Rangers. I'm the commanding officer of this here outpost."
            Sunny shook her head. "Doesn't ring a bell," she said making a mental note to ask Trudy more about this when she returns to Goodsprings. And here she thought she knew everything there was to know about her. "Rangers? Is that like us local Rangers?"
            "No, we differ from you Vegas Local Rangers. NCR Rangers are an elite group of the army renowned for our shrewd reconnaissance capabilities as well as our combat prowess and devotion to duty." He tapped the insignia on his shoulder that showed a large animal towering over a lone silver star. "Only twenty percent of those that attempt to make the cut survive to earn this that prove they're quieter than a shadow and deadlier than a Deathclaw."
            "So you're part of the NCR Army than?"
            "Yes and no. Yes we are part of the overall NCR military and no, we don't answer to the military chain of command. We're nearly a hundred percent independent with hardly any oversight from the higher authorities of the NCR. That is why Rangers command most of the outpost in the New Vegas area."
            "But I thought that asshole of a Major was in command here?"
            "Don't take this the wrong way, but Major Knight is a very good and dependable officer, and he cares about the welfare of the civilians of the Mojave in this sector. But his hands are tied on what he can and can't do due to his orders from higher up the command chain. Manpower is the biggest issues that we face out here and that curtails what operations the NCR army can perform and what they cannot. Case in point with the problems to the north involving the escape prisoners."
            Her heart sank upon hearing this explanation. "So what you're saying is basically we're fucked?"
            "Not necessarily," said Jackson with a sigh. "As I said manpower is the biggest issues we face out here. The problem also lays in that with the roads to the north all gone to hell that caravans have been forced to use only the southern routes and those are easily closed by critter problems. We've been ordered to have a standing force at the NCR perimeter at all times. So sending anyone out reduces the Outpost's numbers and would be in direct violation of the orders from back West."
            "Sounds like you're frustrated," noted Sunny.
            "Frustrated? No, I have my orders signed and approved all the way up the chain from Kimball. And I understand the reasons since the outpost here isn't a Legion target, yet, not like Vegas or the Dam. The problem lies is that if the caravans get choked here, that's going to bite NCR hard."
            "But it looks like you got enough of soldiers here to deal with the problem twofold."
            "That's another problem. The troops you see lounging around here aren't assigned to this sector, they're designated for McCarran or to the frontlines at Forlorn Hope and I can't use them to tidy up the roadways at all. Some days...well just feels like more requisition forms and daily reports come across my desk than results."
            Now Sunny was getting confused. "I don't understand what you're getting at. What does this have to do with Goodsprings' problems?"
            "It has a lot to do with Goodsprings and dealing with the problems up north," said Jackson. "I like Goodsprings and although she might not know it, I care a lot about Trudy and don't want to think of what might become of her if those cons take over the town. For that I'll need your help."
            "My help?" exclaimed Sunny.
            Jackson nodded. "I can use the help and you look like you can handle yourself. As I stated before that the routes to the north are impassable and the south ones are currently clogged near Ivanpah Lake. If I can get the routes to the south cleared and show the brass at McCarran that it would be easier and less time consuming to deal with the problems at the NCRCF than allowing caravans to operate only on the southern routes thus increasing the time it takes supplies and troops to reach the other bases in New Vegas area. And of course having Primm and the trade route under NCR control would help the west. I don't want to put you in more harm's way then you already have, but I don't see any other course to get the NCR to deal with the problem."
            "If that is the only way I'm going to be able to save Goodsprings, then what other course do I have?" stated Sunny. "Tell me what needs to get done to get these caravans moving again?"

            The shove wasn't as hard as it use to be but it served its purpose of reminding her to remain on her best behavior by the two guards. Belle glared back over her shoulder only to be staring at a closed door. Ignoring the slight discomfort in her back, she turned her attention back to the other occupants within the former conference room that now served as a sorting area. Eddie moved about the perimeter of the large table that's top was nearly invisible under the weight of sacks, trunks, and crates that was seized by his men at the various ambush points that had been set up by the caravan routes. Fortunately only goods, valuable commodities, perishable items, and weapons were the only things being brought into the former correctional facility these days and not new entertainment for the cons to drool about. Unfortunately that meant no one had survived either.
            Two other cons stood by the table, having been given the task of sorting through the mess as Scarlett sat in a chair at the end of the table gleaming at a bunch of necklaces that she'd found. Belle didn't move nor said a word as she watch the scene before her; it made her sick to her stomach seeing the giddy pleasure that the cons got of ransacking the lifeless corpses of the murdered travelers and caravaners that fell to them. But what angered her mostly was the fact that the NCR had done nothing to stem the slaughter as far as she could tell. Every few days a party would return with their goods, get their reward with a few days of down time with the girls, and then would head right back out. If any group didn't return she and the other girls never seem to hear about it.
            A con ripped open a crate and her stomach protest angrily as she watched him pull out a handful of the reddest, juiciest apples she'd ever seen. She watched in silence as Eddie walk up behind the man and grabbed the biggest piece of fruit he saw. He bit down hard causing the sharp, juicy sound to radiate in the room which only caused her stomach to rumble even louder. The leader of the cons made sure that she and the other girls got fed, but only enough to maintain a slender and sleek appearance. And he also used it as a weapon to keep them submissive and subordinate.
            Her facial expression or eyes must've given away her thoughts for Eddie held up the apple towards her and said, "You want a bite?"
            Belle couldn't help herself to lick her lips at the mere thought of possibly getting a bite of the delicious piece of fruit which caused the Powder Ganger leader to laugh as he casually tossed the piece of fruit towards her. It landed a few feet from her, causing a small dust cloud to dull its once red surface in filth.
            "Finish that for me, will yea?"
            If there was one trait that this horrid existence had yet been able to dull on her was that of her dignity. But seeing the tantalizing piece of food so close to her hands that would satisfy her aching belly was too much for Belle to bear. She fell upon it like a hungry predator on weaken prey, devouring it mercilessly. The Powder Gangers chuckled at the sight as Eddie tossed a piece of meat towards Belle, which she greedily scooped up. He smiled in amusement as he tossed pieces of food to her, like a human tossing a patting dog a bone. Scarlett, on the other hand, just rolled her eyes and went back to appraising her new necklaces and rings.
            Walking around the table, Eddie knelt down besides the former courier and gently stroke a few locks of her hair. "And here I thought I was feeding my girls enough. Guess I was wrong," he said amusingly. "I heard that you're fast becoming the favorite amongst the men and might even surpass the little one soon. Guess that'll mean I'll able to get her more often now."
            Hearing about Emma caused Belle to regain her senses. She spat out the food that she had in her mouth and knock his hand away from her. Her eyes glared at the Powder Ganger as she raise back to her feet, her jaw lock tightly as a wave of anger bristle through her. If there was one person in this entire hellish place that kept her from going insane that was little Emma. After what she'd done to her during the rowdy celebration in the visitor' center months ago, she'd been so depressed and in despair that she wanted it to end; all the humiliation, the pain and suffering, and the endless cycles of depravity on her that she fasten a noose with her own clothes and plan to end it once and for all that night. And she would've had it not been for little Emma locking eyes with her as she stood balanced on the chair, the noose wrapped tightly around her neck.
            The little girl's brown eyes was too much for Belle to coop with and not wanting her to witness such an awful sight she undid the clothing and came down from the chair to embrace the poor girl. From that moment she swore she would do whatever it took to shield the young girl as much as possible from the horrors within. And that was why she was fast becoming the favorite amongst the cons; she did whatever they ask and then some, doing it way better and beyond the other girls that as the word spread more and more was asking for her and less of little Emma. She couldn't stop her from completely getting called on, but it was far less now than when she'd first arrived.
            "Ah now there's that fiery spirit I always saw in you," comment Eddie. "That cold-hearted stare that I'm all too familiar with. You're not so different from us, you know that? I can tell that deep within you lying dormant is a vicious murderer."
            "I'm not like any of you as I said before," growled Belle as she watched Eddie move away from her and back towards the table. "I kill to protect myself and those that I care about. That doesn't make me a murderer."
            "There's a fine line between protector and murderer. It's all in a certain point of view, if you follow what I say," replied Eddie. "You're not like the other girls downstairs. Don't get me wrong, you're very good at fucking, almost a pro and probably a very gifted lover. But there is a dark side to you that the others don't have. I saw that when we first met!"
            Belle snorted in disgust. "I didn't think you need more killers here."
            "A killer is a dime a dozen. Take anyone, be it man or woman, push them to their limits mentally, and they'll become a murderer. But you, no you're different. You're cool, calm, collective, and cunning. Able to deflect questions while using a silver tongue to lower their guard until you're ready to strike. That's what I need more than anything else."
            If there was one important trait she’d pick up during her years as a courier traveling the Mojave and that was the ability to read people by their demeanor. And the Powder Ganger leader was singing like a caged canary so much that Belle figured that was a chance to gain some insight as to what was happening on the outside.
            Folding her arms across her chest, she asked, “What are you offering?”
            Her answer caused a smile to flash across Eddie’s face for a brief second before explaining, “I'm offering you a way out is all, to be free again. To come and go as you please through Powder Ganger territory without fear of attack and with my complete protection. All I ask in return is that you act as my eyes and ears on the outside.”
            The offer was there and it was very tempting, but Belle knew she could never live with herself if she doomed the others to a horrid existence while helping the monsters that held them in slavery continue to plunder and murder the innocent citizens of the Mojave. However she began to wonder why he would make such an offer? Why didn't he make the offer to Colette, Gwen, or Miho and only to her? And why wasn't he sending Scarlett? Something was happening on the outside, something that had definitely rattling the once ironclad leader of the Powder Gangers and she aimed to find out what it was.
            "And if I did accept your offer, what would I be doing and where?" she asked allowing surprise with a hint of hope to filter into her voice.
            Sure enough Eddie caught it allowing Belle to see a slight shift in his demeanor. "As I stated before you're very good at what you do. I need you to gather information for me by cozying up to some lonely NCR troops. You know the type, those longing for a beauty desert rose to show them a good time while giving them a sympathetic ear."
            "And what information should I try and pry out them?"
            "Anything is better than nothing. But what I really need is unit strength, level of combat effectiveness, orders, reinforcements, communications codes and encryptions. Think you can get that for me?"
            "And where would I get this information? I didn't think the NCR had a strong presence anywhere in this region of the Mojave?"
            She was afraid that by asking one too many questions she might over tip her hand to the Powder Ganger Leader. But to her astonishment, he either didn't put two and two together or figured that he'd sold her on his bill of goods for he continued, "The NCR has been making some aggressive moves lately towards the south and east of Primm. Reports have been reaching my ear that they might be massing to retake the town. If they do it won't be long before this here facility is next on their hit parade."
            Belle felt her heart skip a beat and she manage to catch a gasp in her throat before it escaped her mouth. Finally after all this time the NCR was finally going to make their move to eliminate the Powder Ganger menace once and for all.
            “Then I guess your all fucked then,” she replied back with.
            The smug look on the Powder Ganger’s face disappeared immediately upon her remark. “What did you say?”
            “If the NCR is going to take Primm before moving to retake this here prison then you’re living on borrowed time as it is,” answered Belle. “And no, I won’t help you to delaying the inevitable.”
            But to her astonishment instead of him lashing out at her as he always did, he laugh long and hard. “Damn you’re good. I’ll give you that one. You had me played thinking you were actually going to finally accept my offer.” He shook his head as he began circling around Belle. “Now let me in fill you in on what’s going to happen when they do assault this place. They’ll probably come in either at daybreak or twilight, figuring our guard will be done. I’m guessing snipers will keep my boys pinned down in the towers while sappers blow holes in the perimeter fencing. Support by Fire teams will turn the courtyard into a killing field to cover the main assault wave’s advance to the breeches. Once inside they’ll methodically begin clearing the prison from top to bottom, killing all of us…..all of us!”
            Slowly Belle found her euphoria becoming a slow, creeping terror. “They wouldn’t.”
            “You think not? Then you haven’t heard about the Bitter Spring Massacre or the Battle of HELIOS One. I’m well aware of the attitude of overzealous NCR officers and soldiers to shoot first and sweep the hard questions underneath the rug later. If they storm this prison and you’re still in here chances are they’ll suspect you of being with us since they have no clue as to us holding hostages within here.”
            She didn’t want to believe what he was telling her and hope he was bluffing but everything she saw in his demeanor showed no deceit. After everything she’d suffer through and with freedom being so close she was now force to make a painful decision; side with the Powder Gangers and help them gain vital intelligence that’ll help them in the coming battle to gain her freedom or remain a prisoner and take her chances that the NCR won’t kill her during the assault.
            When she didn’t answer right away, Eddie patted her shoulder before leaning closer to her ear and said, “Don’t take too long to decide.”
            As she was lead back out of the conference room, her thoughts were a tangle mess of possibilities. Join the Powder Gangers or die was the only choices that Eddie was offering her, but there was another possibility that was open to her, a possibility that offered, not only just herself but all her friends, a chance to survive this horrible existence and the eventually NCR assault. It was then that Belle knew there was only one course of action she could agree upon if any of them were going to live.
            Somehow or someway they're going to have to escape the NCRCF!
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