Colonel James Hsu sat behind his desk atCamp McCarran, his sharp eyes narrowing as he flipped through the evidence Six and Rebecca had provided. His fingers drummed against the desk, a sure sign that he was piecing things together.

Around them, theNCR command centerbustled with activity—officers barking orders, radio chatter, and the occasional loud grunt of frustration from the overworked personnel.

Six leaned against the desk, arms crossed, waiting for the colonel’s response. Rebecca, still adjusting to anon-shoot-first environment, scanned the room, keeping an eye on the MPs stationed nearby.

After what felt like an eternity, Hsu exhaled sharply.

"So, you’re telling me that theLegionworked with theOmertas—who are now conveniently wiped out thanks to you—and that they planted a bomb on our railway with the help of a mole in my ranks?"

Six nodded.

"That about sums it up."

Rebecca smirked.

"You don’t look too surprised."

Hsu shook his head.

"I’m not. This war’s a mess. It was only a matter of time before the Legion tried something bold to cut off our supply lines."

He set the documents down.

"The Omertas working with them, though—that’s unexpected. We always suspected they were up to something, but Legion collaboration?"

He scoffed.

"Idiots. They got what was coming to them."

Six pulled out another holotape, sliding it across the desk.

"This has the details on theNCR mole. You’ll find the name inside."

Hsu’s expression darkened as he inserted the holotape into his terminal. The screen flickered to life, displaying a dossier of Capt. Ronald Curtis, an NCR officer with a suspicious record of movements and encrypted communications linking him toVulpes Inculta’s agents.

"Son of a bitch."

Hsu muttered, rubbing his temples.

"This guy’s been under my nose the whole time."

Rebecca leaned in.

"You want us to handle him?"

Hsu looked up at her, then at Six. His gaze lingered for a moment before he sighed.

"No. I’ll deal with my own trash. I’ll have him detained immediately and interrogated."

He stood, signaling to an MP.

"Sergeant Gray is to be arrested on charges of treason. Bring him innow."

The MP saluted and left in a hurry.

Hsu turned back to Six.

"I don’t like owing people favors, but you just saved a hell of a lot of lives. If that bomb went off, the wholeNew Vegas supply routecould have been shut down for months."

He extended a hand.

"The NCR appreciates this, even if I can’tofficiallysay so."

Six shook his hand firmly.

"Just remember this the next time someone tries to screw me over."

Hsu chuckled dryly.

"Noted."

As Six and Rebecca left the command center, thefamiliar dingof their quest log updated in his head.

Ding!

[Quest Complete: I Put a Spell on You]

[Objective: Reveal the Legion plot to Colonel Hsu]

[Bonus Objective: Provide evidence of the NCR mole]

[Reward: Rare Silver-Tier Item Master and servant]

[Bonus Reward: 50,000 Caps]

Master and servant:

Any defeated foe’s thoughts and beliefs will be subtly altered, leading them to side with the user. Note: Ability has a lower percentage to work on stronger targets

He glanced at Rebecca, who was busy checking her ammunition with a smirk.

"That’s a hell of a reward."

He muttered.

Rebecca looked up.

"What is?"

Six tapped his Pip-Boy and showed her the description of his new ability. Her eyes widened slightly before she let out a low whistle.

"So, let me get this straight... anyone who fights you and loses might justjoinyou afterward?"

Six smirked.

"That’s what it sounds like."

Rebecca shook her head with a grin.

"That’s one way to recruit."

Boone, Raul, and Roger joined them outside, the latter sipping from a bottle of Nuka-Cola. Boone glanced at Six.

"What’s next?"

Six rolled his shoulders, feeling the weight of the Mojave shifting in his favor. With an ability like this, turning enemies into allies was no longer just an option—it was inevitable.

He smirked.

"Let’s go break the Mojave over our knees."

As they walked away, behind them, alarms blared inCamp McCarran—no doubt thearrest of Capt. Ronald Curtiswas underway.

Rebecca raised an eyebrow at Six as they walked toward the exit.

"You really think Hsu’s gonna handle it?"

She asked.

Six shrugged.

"Doesn’t matter. Curtis is done for either way. The NCR doesn’t take too kindly to traitors."

As they passed the rows ofNCR troopersprepping for their next missions, the sound of raised voices and boots pounding against the concrete echoed behind them.

Then—bang!

A single gunshot rang out from inside the command center.

Rebecca smirked.

"Guess Curtis didn’t go quietly."

Six chuckled.

"Would’ve been fun to do it myself, but hey, a dead mole’s a dead mole."

With their business atCamp McCarranwrapped up, they had plenty of options ahead of them. They could check onGoodsprings, see how theStripwas faring without theOmertas, or maybe even payCaesara visit—he’d eventually find out that another one of his schemes had gone up in flames.

Rebecca elbowed him playfully.

"So, big guy, what’s the plan?"

Six smirked.

"Let’s go make some more trouble."

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The interrogation room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from a flickering overhead lamp that buzzed with every slight shift in voltage. Silus, a hardenedLegion Centurion, sat shackled to a metal chair, his expression locked in a stoic grimace.

Despite his chains, his posture screamed defiance—shoulders squared, jaw clenched, eyes burning with contempt.

Lt. Carrie Boyd stood beside Rebecca, arms crossed. She’d tried every trick in the book—intimidation, bargaining, and even mild threats—but the Legionnaire had barely reacted.

Then Rebecca stepped in.

She cracked her knuckles, grinning.

"Alright, gonk. We’re gonna have a little chat."

Silus scoffed.

"You waste your breath, woman. I will tell you nothing. Kill me if you must—I will die with honor."

Rebecca tilted her head, looking at him like he was an amusing pet.

"Oh, I don’t need you to talk."

She lifted her right hand and pointed one finger at his shoulder—Finger Pistol.

Before Silus could process what was happening, a sudden, sharpbangechoed in the room. His shoulder jerked violently as a hole the size of a.45 roundappeared in his armor, blood trickling down his chest.

His eyes widened in shock.

"What the—?!"

Rebecca twirled her fingers.

"Oops. Slipped."

Boone, standing in the corner, let out a low chuckle. Roger smirked, arms folded. Raul just shook his head, muttering

"Damn, chica."

Lt. Boyd blinked.

"Uh... what the hell was that?"

Six grinned.

"Herspecialtalent."

Silus gritted his teeth, panting as pain spread through his body. But before he could regain his composure—

Bang!

Another hole, this time in his leg.

His breath hitched.

"Ready to talk now?"

Rebecca asked sweetly.

Silus tried to maintain his resolve, but his body betrayed him. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he stared at the impossible wounds. No weapon. No gunfire. Just...her finger.

His willpower cracked.

"F-Fine."

he gasped.

"I’ll talk."

For the next hour, Silus spilledeverything—Legion tactics, troop movements, infiltration plans, even theexact location of Caesar’s camp.

Lt. Boyd’s jaw nearly hit the floor.

"Holy hell... that’s more intel than we’ve ever gotten out of a Legion prisoner."

Rebecca twirled her fingers before holstering them like a revolver.

"Guess he just needed the right motivation."

Six patted her on the back.

"Good job, babe."

Boone nodded approvingly.

"Not bad."

Roger grinned.

"Damn, I should’ve brought popcorn."

Raul smirked.

"I’d say ’remind me not to piss you off,’ but I already knew that."

As they left the interrogation room, the ding of Six’s quest log echoed in his head.

Ding!

[Quest Complete: Silus Treatment]

[Objective: Interrogate the prisoner]

[Bonus Objective: Make him break without conventional torture]

[Reward: Rare Silver-Tier Item Seastone chunk]

[Bonus Reward: 35,000 Caps]

Seastone chunk:

A fist-size chunk of Seastone, a naturally-occurring but immensely very rare mineral, drains stamina and nullifies the powers of all supernatural forces.

Lt. Boyd, still stunned, shook her head.

"I don’t know what kind ofcrazy-asstraining you’ve had, but remind me to never get on your bad side."

Rebecca grinned.

"Smart choice."

With the Legion’s secrets laid bare, theMojavehad just become a much deadlier place for Caesar’s forces.

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