Tamia raises a brow at his words, the Boomers were almost able to attack New Vegas, even from so far away? That's a huge range, as well as a risk to any faction if their opposition allied or managed to take over the Boomers. "Why haven't you done anything about them yet? I bet with enough caps you could do anything, and you aren't exactly running out."

"You're right, but the risk of something going terribly wrong would be extraordinarily high, if I bought the services of many mercenaries, all it would take is one over-eager fool to ignite a full-blown conflict. Instead, I wish to send you in, someone whom I trust and has shown an incredibly reliable work ethic." ​​

Tamia smirks while shaking her head at House, "Daww, you're gonna make me blush." she sarcastically says.

"Hmph, indeed. Well, enough of this. I've explained what you're mission is and I hope to see it completed soon. It is only the start of my plans, and we need to be relatively quick before other's begin noticing that things are accelerating." he states.

Tamia just nods and heads back to the Presidential suite where Veronica and Anja are to explain what they'd be trying to do now.

Elsewhere :

Terrence King sighs as he tilts his hat forwards to shield him from the sun. He was honestly beginning to wonder if becoming a manager in the SIlver Rush was actually worth the pay raise. Behind him was a small contingent of men in heavy combat armour all wielding plasma weaponry. The Van Graffs have many enemies, so having so many capable bodyguards was a must. Not that Terrence was complaining, whatever made him safer was good in his books.

He looks up and squints at the fortress a mile or so down the road. Getting to this position already had been an annoying venture, so hopefully it'd be worth the effort. The NCR squads watching the area had actually tried to 'persuade' him to leave as it was for his safety.

Of course, Terrence knew otherwise, the NCR just didn't want Novac, or more specifically, want the new faction Bulwark to begin trading with the Silver Rush. They had attempted to block the caravan, but once Terrence rinsed them out for breaking their own laws, they quickly backpedalled.

The Silver Rush was immune to the NCR's attempts to block, hold, or acquisition their caravan as they denied all protections they supposedly provided... The Silver Rush could protect themselves, and didn't need to beg the NCR to do it for them.

Daisy had been sipping some tea Afton had provided her while looking over the various reports that'd been collected around Novac. They listed things for current satisfaction of life, health status, fears, hopes, etc. It was a pretty good way of judging what could be improved and who needed help, Afton had come up with it and provided the supplies to everyone so they could air their grievances... The only issue she had with it was that she was the only one who could look over each one.

The door suddenly opens and a militia-man walks in with an odd look, "Mayor, a caravan has stopped outside the gates, and we barely managed to stop the automatic weapons from vaporizing them..."

Daisy snorts, "Dear, why couldn't you just let it happen and help me avoid the paperwork." she jokes and the man sheepishly nods with a mock laugh.

Seeing this Daisy just sighs and stands, grabbing a strange-looking phone with a large antenna attached to the top of it before heading towards the gate. She clicks a button on it and waits a moment for the static to clear up, "We've got some Caravaners outside the gates if you're interested in turning up." she simply says.

"*Bzztch* Alright, alright, no need to get snippy. I'll be there."

"I wouldn't be 'snippy' if you didn't drop all this work on my shoulders... I'm an old lady I'll have you know, wasn't there a saying about respecting your elders?"

"There is, but you're old enough to be a great-grand-elder. Which automatically voids you from the saying... Anyway, I'll be there.*Bzztch*"

Daisy gives a half-smile. "That boy..." she mutters before walking over to the open-roofed supply house. Once inside she waits a couple moments until a lightning bolt bursts from the sky and strikes the floor, revealing Afton standing there in his typical strange black and white armour.

"Great-Grand-Elder, hmm?" she drawls as Afton looks around the area for any threats.

...

"Er, you know I was just joking right?... Auntie?..."

...

She harrumphs and shakes her head before walking out towards the gate. Afton quickly catches up and the two talk about Novac until they reach their destination. Once there Afton's eyes narrow as he looks over the gate, Van Graffs. "Did they say what they were here for?" he asks a nearby guard.

The man nods, "They said they wanted to begin trade relations with Novac."

"Do you know them?" Daisy asks with a small gesture at the Caravan.

Afton sighs, "Van Graffs, part traders, part mobsters. There's a saying in Freeside, that people only live because the Van Graffs allow them to. That isn't exactly an over-exaggeration from what I've heard either, the group seem to get away with any crime with minimal consequences. My personal guess is that they have people in high places in the NCR government." he states.

Daisy raises a brow, apparently never having heard of them, "Why would they be here then? Our hostility to the NCR is well known at this point."

Afton shrugs, "Novac for all intents and purposes in an independent town, the reason the NCR is hostile is because Novac refuses to pay taxes and harbours criminals, IE; me and my group. Law wise I think this would be a grey area... Ignoring the fact the Van Graffs probably want ties with Bulwark, though, whether they want my tech or something else I have no idea."