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Cass doesn’t look convinced but drops the topic. The two of you arrive at the doors of the greenhouse, manned by a White Glove.
Attendant: “You honor us with your presence, Secretary and Director. The garden is empty sans another attendant who will be available for any good or drink requests. All on the house, of course.”
The two of you give your thanks and are let into the lush garden.
But you don’t see a tranquil place of peace in the safety of New Vegas. You’re back in the jungles of Zion with monstrosities of indescribable makeup scurrying through the dark undergrowth. Your breathing becomes ragged and you reach for a firearm that isn’t there. Screams fill your head and your vision begins to dim…
“Six, you good?”
Cass gently touched your hand, pulling you out of whatever came over you. You quickly shake off the remnants of whatever that was.
[Uh, yeah. I’m good. I need to drink some water, I think. Anyway, what did you want to talk about? More concerns from the Secretaries?]
Cass knows you’re dodging the question. You start walking further into the garden. That little episode aside, it’s beautiful. While most of the plants and flowers are local, they’re all well-maintained.
“It’s actually about you. I’m worried about you.”
You stop and smell a rose, a Mojave rose in fact. You pluck it and give it to Cass.
[Why? I’m doing great! The Directorate is in a good position, our economy is back on track and there are some big opportunities coming our way!]
You know she didn’t mean the state of the Mojave but you’re not too excited to talk about your “feelings”.
Cass tucks the flower into her dress but scowls at you.
“You’re being more of an asshole than usual. You know damn well I’m not talking about New Vegas. You’re in less danger than when you were on your adventures, but you’re getting so lost in your work.”
