The Endgame (Part 2)
It’s done. Heh, it’s done. Months of planning, honing my skills, and preparations. All of that came together last night. The entire thing went off without a single hitch, something that couldn’t be said for most plans. Executed to the exact detail, and in the end I got to experience something that every NCR soldier wishes they could have done.
I killed Caesar.
Nailed him to his chair.
It was perfect. Oh so perfect.
Utilized armor I got off of a hit squad. Some Legion dumbasses who failed to kill me, and in the end only helped further my goals. Boone was silently fuming the entire time since he had to dress up as well, but even he realised that the mission was more important than his hatred for the Legion.
The tough part was sneaking Cass, Veronica, and Raul in without them being noticed. That took a lot of improvising and a nice cover story, but in the end, the bastards paid us no heed as we made our way across the river to The Fort. Whoever that ‘Bargemaster’ was, he will feel like a complete idiot when he hears the news. Essentially just portrayed ourselves as the hit squad we got the armor from, though Cass and Veronica weren’t allowed to speak, and we had to dose Raul in some blood and guts to make the smell match with a suitable story.
When we crossed the river, I expected to be frisked for weapons, but the gate guards were completely retarded in that aspect. That was the epitome of how stupid they were. Boone went off to this little spot when no one was looking, which was only made easier with the lack of light. Veronica and Cass took Raul so they could get set up and not have to worry about answering questions.
I on the other hand, had the toughest job, but also the most fun; infiltrating The Fort. Damn was it exhilarating, walking past all of those assholes, making myself look like a regular among them until most of them went to bed, and waiting until Cass and Veronica set off the diversion. Hell, I guess my ‘costume’ actually meant something, not a single one of them came up to me or even questioned the suppressed twelve point seven pistol on my hip. That was a worry of mine, whether they would wonder about the suppressor or not, which turned out to be unfounded.
Did I mention that Cass and Veronica we supposed to set off the explosives three hours after entering the camp? Yeah, it would have been a long wait, if it wasn’t for the ‘secondary mission’ that I didn’t tell them about.
See, there was this bunker at the rear of The Fort supposedly. According to Yes Man, I needed to activate the new Securitron systems from there. Easy enough.
It was easy.
Find a quiet spot alone, activate a hidden Stealth Boy, enter the bunker and proceed to use the chip to upgrade my Securitron army. Steps one and two were easily completed. Step three had a minor hiccup in that there were guards. Oh well, just two less rounds in my current magazine. Packed the bodies into a trunk at the back of the room before using the chip to reveal the bunker.
What happened down there is little of concern to this journal, nor am I going to say it. The only thing needed to be done was use the chip. Simple as that.
I was lucky to get my task finished and out in time for my Stealth Boy to wear off outside. Didn’t want anyone seeing me walk out of that bunker.
So fast forward about an hour, and I was waiting on the explosion, standing a little bit closer to Caesar’s tent than I wanted to. It didn’t take too long though, and before I realised it was time, there was a massive explosion that rocked the camp.
Chaos ensued just as I needed it, and I slipped into the tent without a single person noticing.
Two guards that ended up with holes in their heads quicker than they could raise their stupid Power Fists. It was a little amusing that they were the only ‘guards’ that were there. The next two people that came through were nursing holes in their chests just as fast.
It was amazing at how easy it was to have Caesar and I in a room together. Two guards, two advisors and one other dude who shared the same fate. Within a span of maybe a minute, I was staring at the slightly shocked, yet stoic form of a soon to be dead leader.
He was quiet at first as I pulled up a chair to face him as he sat on his throne. We just stared at each other for a minute, before I finally told him what I was going to do. He merely said he had been waiting for the one who would deliver him to the afterlife. Or something like that, he was a little vague and long winded about it.
I just replied that he would get to meet this ‘maker’ of his, along with the rest of his corrupted followers. He had some words to say about how he was founding a new age that would usher in everything that was needed to make sure this world didn’t end up like that Old World. One that wouldn’t end in flames.
I wouldn’t be contemplating his words, nor would I think of changing my mind at this point. I had witnessed too many horrors done by his Legion that I would not change my mind on his punishment. He crucified those who stood against him … so he too would be crucified.
Put some duct tape over his mouth so he couldn’t scream. Then used the one thing I had been all too eager to use; a H&H Nail Gun. Oh his muffled cries were beautiful to hear, as I nailed his legs to the chair legs, hands to the armrests, and finally his shoulders to the back of the chair.
When I ripped that Duct Tape off, he didn’t cry out, or even swear at me. He merely said, “My gods smiles on me, Courier. Can you say the same?”
My response, “I have no gods, no masters, and no patience for yours.”
Then I put a round through his head and left.
I was able to walk out of The Fort, it was in so much chaos. Met up with my group before leaving, had to convince the Bargemaster to let us cross in spite of everything. Told him a story about how we had a clue as to who set off the bomb.
When we made it across and left Cottonwood, I gave the four of them the news. They cheered and revelled at what happened, and we kept up that entire feeling all the way back to The Strip. It was almost daytime by the time we got back, so no night of partying. Instead we are going to do it later, in like a few hours.
Drink, eat, and be merry, for in but a few days time we will be going to war.
