Rael woke up, this time without the assistance of music. He was all packed up and ready to go. He took a shower first, then ate some Suger Bombs, using Brahmin milk. He grabbed his bag and his weapons, slinging his repeater over his right shoulder and slipping his .44 into the leg holster. He left his room, locking up.<span style="font-style: italic">I need to head to New Reno first. Maybe I can hook up with a caravan headed to New Vegas.</span>He headed toward the front gate, stopping to speak with a guard. "While I'm gone, Olive Murel and Marik Sarif are gonna be in charge." he told the guard. The guy nodded. He noticed some approaching, and as he turned to see who it was, he noticed that it was Olive Murel herself. He was surprised, and apparently it showed, as she raised an eyebrow at him and said, "And you thought they were going to let you leave here on your own?" Rael responded with, " Actually yes, I did. You're coming with? Why? And that means that Marik is gonna be in charge. Hope he can handle it." She responded with," The Council asked me to go with you. To make sure you don't get into any trouble." Rael was incredulous. "Are you fucking serious? I need an escort? Ok, cool."<br/><br/>They left Vault City headed towards New Reno. "From New Reno, we can hook up with a caravan headed to New Vegas. Maybe even get paid for it, seeing as we're experienced guard and soldiers in Vault City." Olive agreed and they walked pretty much in silence. They arrived after a few hours, and immediately set about looking for a caravan. After a little while of searching, they found a Crimson Caravan from the Crimson Caravan Company leaving soon. They got hired on, and the caravan leaders were happy for the extra help. The trip was going to be long. About a month and a half, giving some extra time for detours or hang-ups. The caravan leader told them the plan. " We're going to travel down the 395 to the outskirts of Carson City. The city is in ruins now, and infested with feral ghouls. Then we'll head due East on the 50, toward Fallon Forest. There used to be a town by the name of Fallon there, but it has since disappeared in the overgrowth. From there, it's a straight shot down the 95, past Mt. Charleston, to New Vegas. We'll be entering from the northwest. When we get there, it's a short walk to the Crimson Caravan Company: New Vegas Branch. There, you will receive the rest of your pay, and be free to do whatever you want." Rael rented a room at a local casino, but decided not to gamble.<span style="font-style: italic">I'm gonna save my cash for New Vegas. Too easy to get cheated here.</span>Olive rented her own room and Rael spent the rest of the day cooped up in his room, and went to sleep early.<br/><br/>They left New Reno the following morning, and the trip to Carson City was uneventful, though it did take a couple days. They camped on the outskirts of the city for the night. Tents were limited, so Olive and Rael were forced to share one. But they took turns on night watch, so they never had to sleep together. Rael was taking first watch. Olive and the rest of the caravan were asleep. Rael kept his eyes toward the not-so-distant skyline of Carson City. He took a look at his watch, pressing the glow button to get a good look. The soft green light played hell with his night vision, but it was necessary to check the time regularly, so he could wake Olive up and go to sleep. He was sitting on a stump, his repeater on his lap. His watch read<span style="color: #00FF00">1:35</span>.<span style="font-style: italic">Almost time to switch up with Olive</span>he thought, happy that he'd get to sleep soon. He was growing weary, when he heard a noise. He jolted up, fully aware.<span style="font-style: italic">That sounded like an ankle snapping</span>He stood up and squinted his eyes, trying to get a better look. He saw movement headed towards the encampment. He swept up the cowbell, banging on it, waking up everyone. People ran out, some in sleepwear, some naked, all with guns. "We've got intruders!" Rael yelled to everyone. "Olive, turn on your Pip-Boy light. Everyone else, ignite the lanterns! We need to see!" As the scene light up, the caravan could see ghouls running toward them. "There has to be at least a hundred!" Rael heard someone shout. Rael them yelled "Calm down! Pick your shots and open fire. Head shots are best, but body shots can still take them down. Just don't panic and we've got this." He took a deep breath and brought his eye up to the peep sight. He had 11 rounds before he needed to reload, so he had to make them count. He sighted in on a ghouls head, squeezed the trigger, and received a satisfying melon-pop. He hit ghoul after ghoul, hearing the others do the same. He looked over and saw Olive methodically popping heads with her Marksman Carbine. Her gun held 20 rounds, with another in the chamber. So she could deal more damage before reloading. Rael fell back behind the firing line to reload. He finished up and rejoined, but everyone had stopped firing. The last ghoul staggered toward them, foot bent at an awkward angle. Rael drew his .44 Magnum and walked up to it. He put the barrel to its head and pulled the trigger. "Thanks for alerting me, asshole." he said. He turned to the caravan. "Great job everyone. No casualties I see. But I suggest we move out and haul ass away from Carson City. We can take a full days break tomorrow." he said, and everyone quickly packed up camp. He walked over to Olive. "Great job Captain." he said, patting her on the shoulder. She said, "Uh-huh." and started walking. The caravan set off just as the sun rose.