"<span style="color: red">My employer gave me the tracking device, she knows more about it than I. Whoever did this to you, they put in a transponder inside you somewhere set to a particular frequency... we obtained the information on that frequency... honestly, we weren't expecting you to ever be this close to New Vegas... you must have been... programmed to get the Turncoat... we don't know really, that's why we want to talk to you. We are trying to figure out who and why someone would do this to you... because in order to accomplish what they did... they had to have power to do so and that concerns us. Especially since it doesn't seem to be the "standard" work of any of the main influences out here. We know that the tracking device somehow causes you pain in various ways, even when we are not actively tracking you. We need to figure that out as well. Again my employer knows much more than I and she would be the best one to talk to you about this. I've told you the truth, but she is an information broker. She knows how to connect things that may seem inconsequential to you.</span>" He paused to take a breath and then continued.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: red">Jynx is okay for now, but we are worried about internal injuries and bleeding. We have a trained doctor in New Vegas and we are offering our chopper to you all to transport there. Once we get there, of course, our... favor we would ask is for you to meet our employer but once you met her, and listened to her proposals, you would all be free to go your own ways, even after payment and supplies given out.</span>" he slightly shifted in his place.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: red">Can you please remove the gun from my head? I want to point out that we did not point a weapon at you in this manner.</span>" Just a little bit of vitriol was in his words.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>