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The Monorail may have just been his speedy ticket out of the noxious hell hole that was Vegas, a ring of keys having been left on the desk at what had once been the NCR embassy. It was amusing how much hardware they'd had stored away in its darkest corners - perhaps the cleansing of Vegas had been planned in the past?
The Bard took a moment to rest his weary legs in the monorail station. This place had once been packed with NCR troops, coming to and from the Strip to find some entertainment in their otherwise drole lives. Now it was empty, like so many other places across the Mojave. He hacked out his lungs for a moment, wiping his brow of built up muck.
Was this really the answer? Could he even reach the Sierra Madre, let alone hack his way through it and learn what the solution could be?
Christ knew. But he was glad to have an objective at long last.

Description
The Monorail may have just been his speedy ticket out of the noxious hell hole that was Vegas, a ring of keys having been left on the desk at what had once been the NCR embassy. It was amusing how much hardware they'd had stored away in its darkest corners - perhaps the cleansing of Vegas had been planned in the past?
The Bard took a moment to rest his weary legs in the monorail station. This place had once been packed with NCR troops, coming to and from the Strip to find some entertainment in their otherwise drole lives. Now it was empty, like so many other places across the Mojave. He hacked out his lungs for a moment, wiping his brow of built up muck.
Was this really the answer? Could he even reach the Sierra Madre, let alone hack his way through it and learn what the solution could be?
Christ knew. But he was glad to have an objective at long last.