OOC* Mojave not Mohave*
IC: A fresh click resounded as a new clip of 5.56mm ammunition was inserted into the large assault rifle. It had cost a fair few caps at the gun runners- bordering on 20,000! But it had been undoubtly worth it. Moving on, satisfied with the state of the rifle, an autopistol was laid, disassembled on the table. It took little effort to go through- inspect each piece (And replace a firing pin), clean it, and reassemble the weapon. Finally, she attached the silencer before putting the weapon in it's holster. The weapons check was done, helmet optics worked, and was ready for another journey into the wastes.
Jessica had heard rumours- some guy being taken down in Goodsprings- a couple days back. The guy who killed him took something: and now an assassination order was out on him, "order of House, Robert. Reward of 10,000 caps or more."
Anyone would be crazy to turn down that offer! Finally, she undertook the gruelling task of counting out at least 2,000 bottlecaps. She wondered why nothing had been offered as tens, hundreds or thousands yet- especially when most high end weapons were costing tens of thousands. Nontheless, the check confirmed 2,500, she was ready to go. She picked up the rifle leaning against the table, and pulled the Bowie knife out of a Legion helmet (With a mannequin head inside) that she had used for target practice. With all her gear ready, she opened her door and stepped out into the wasteland, briefly pausing to adjust her eyes to sunlight.
She had been lucky with the find- this ranch, and a small sign that roughly inscribed 'Wolfhorn' had everything she needed: a farm outside, a water pump and being far enough from the road that no one bothered her, but she could watch the valley to the west- thanks to a handy sniper nest.
She set off, to the north. It would be a two day journey to Vegas- she aimed to be at the El Dorado petrol station by nightfall.