DING!!
The elevator doors slowly open, allowing the light of the Mojave to shine inside once again. You go down the stairs and look out the many windows circling the penthouse; The view was unlike any other, being able to see who-knows how far across the Mojave Wasteland. You continue to look around you; You spot a shelf with a few dusty Snowglobes resting in it. Just before you could touch one of them you're interrupted by a Securitron calling itself Jane. She leads you to a massive computer system with several monitors all displaying the same picture of a rather nice business man's face. After Jane leaves the room you are now face-to-face with Mr. Not-At-Home himself.
"This meeting has been a long time coming, hasn't it? You've come a long ways, literally and, I suspect, figuratively as well. I have to ask - now that you've reached your destination, what do you make of what you see?"
¦ I've never seen anything like this place.
"Of course you haven't. Vegas was always one of a kind. What you see down on the Strip is just a fraction of the city's former glory, and yet... more than an echo. I preserved its spirit. Or perhaps you were referring to the Lucky 38? The years haven't been kind to her, but still she manages to impress."
¦ Why the VIP treatment? In just a courier.
"Oh, come now - don't play the fool. Vegas has fools enough, a superfluity of them. They're what makes it so profitable. "
¦ Well let's get down to business then.
"The business is this. One of my employees has stolen an item of extraordinary value from me, and I want it recovered. Simple enough?"
¦ What do you propose?
¦ I'd like to ask you some questions.
¦ This doesn't interest me. I should be leaving.
