A moment later the door on my right opened, revealing dirty red carpet and cracked walls, Mr House certainly was clear in his distaste for the NCR. Whatever it is it couldn't be too important if I've been kept waiting an hour. Instead, I was to await orders from the Ambassador, though why I wasn't sent to Camp McCarran or Camp Forlorn Hope, I didn't know. It sucked, but I took a vow to protect and serve the NCR and the people living under the NCR flag. My first thought was to go and kill all those legion fuckers, but my first thought as a NCR Ranger was to do my job, and help out when and where I'm needed. I'd only just heard of the situation going down in Nelson. I'd been here over an hour, awaiting my orders from Ambassador Crocker, having just been sent from helping out with Camp Searchlight. I watch as my Pipboy 3000's digital clock ticked over to 4:40. June 17th, 2281, NCR Embassy, The Strip, New Vegas.
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