"What you're asking of me is almost near impossible, " said Owyn Lyons.

"You said 'almost'." Said the man with a grin.

Of course you couldn't see his smile, a full-face helmet of the skintight suit he was wearing covered it. All you could see was your own reflection in the orange visor.

"You've done a lot for us. More than we ever could've dreamed. But you're asking for one of our few Vertibirds we have left. All for a vacation?"

The man in the suit paused. He reached up to the back of his neck and pressed a button. There was a click, and he removed the helmet from his head, revealing raven black hair and calm gray-blue eyes.

"The Enclave are gone." He said. "Also, I heard from Sarah that you needed to make contact with the West again. You could send me and another, and drop me off."

Elder Lyons paused for a moment. It was true he needed to make contact with the West. After all, The Enclave were gone, only remnants of them scattered, unorganized. He needed to report that his mission had not ended in failure, and that they had also completed their original mission. Finally he smiled.

"It seems like only yesterday when Doctor Li and you emerged from that sewer and came to us. In the short span of a year you've managed what we could not for several. How old are you now? 22? 23?"

"I'm 20."

"Very well Samuel. I'll grant your request. Sarah and a few other members of Lyons' Pride will accompany you until your drop off. Be here 5 days from now."

"Thank you Owyn. You don't know how much I need this." He said, picking up his helmet and fastening it back on. He turned his back on the Elder and started to walk away.

"Wait, Samuel. Where we going to leave you?"

He turned, glancing back at the Elder. Behind his mask was a smile.

"The name's Sam," He said. "But since I guess you need to know…"

"New Vegas."

Sam had been planning to go to the Mojave Wasteland since he had learned from Doctor Li. The Doctor had said:

"I…I loved your father. He was a good man. But, he loved Catherine so much; I didn't want to say anything. I thought they had come from here, in the Capital Wasteland, but once I overheard them talking about some Vault 21. There's no Vault 21 here though."

So he had gone to Rothchild, who had researched it for him.

"It seems like the Vault is located in what is now called, the Mojave Wasteland. I believe the Brotherhood has people stationed some where there."

And so, he decided. I'll go there, he thought. He had also asked Rothchild for a favor. Upgrades to his suit, rewarded from helping the Outcasts. Warwick was on his way to meet him now.

"The suit itself is a remarkable piece of armor, provides decent protection, and the stealth field." Rothchild had said. "I believe stealth boys were based off the suit. Come back in a few days and I'll see what I can do.

He knocked cautiously on the Rothchild's office door. He heard Rothchild call him in, so he opened the door. The room was a mess. There were broken power armor suits in a corner, pieces of scrap metal scattered amongst the floor, and several boots littered around his desk.

"Busy?" Sam asked.

Rothchild took a second to look up from his computer terminal.

"Yes, on those upgrades you asked me to do. Come, look." He said waving Warwick over.

On the screen Sam saw a diagram of the Chinese Stealth Armor. The helmet's visor was shaped differently, as well as two metallic plates on the thighs of the armor.

"I made the helmet more appropriate for stealth. The old one has a large, easy to notice visor. I changed it so it's more of a large slit instead of a space helmet." Rothchild said. Warwick laughed. He was right, his helmet right now looked ridiculous. "Also, the two plates on the side of the armor are a very strong magnet, good for clipping on sidearms. I also improved the stealth field the suit generates to a stronger degree."

"Gee thanks Rothchild. How long is this going to take?"

"A few days, 4 at the most."

"Good, because I'm leaving in 5 days." He said stripping off the suit.

5 days later…

Sam was wearing his newly improved Chinese Stealth Armor. He had his .44 Magnum Blackhawk magnetically stuck to his right thigh, and a Trench knife on his left. He had a katana on his back, with a backpack slung over it, containing ammo for his magnum, as well as some rations. He was set. The Vertibird waiting for him had a Brotherhood logo painted on it's side, as well as what seemed as stronger plating, most likely an upgrade from Rothchild. From what he could see it was more of a transport-orientated version, not one for battle. Sarah Lyons offered her hand to help him in the Vertibird. He took it.

"It's around a 12 hour flight to the Mojave. It'll be another 2 hours for us to get to where we're going." Sarah Lyons explained.

"I'm going to miss you guys." Warwick said. And he meant it. He had worked with Lyons' Pride even after the defeat of the Enclave. Two of Lyons' Pride had died since he had joined them. Paladin Vargas died while on the way to the Purifier. Knight Captain Dusk had died when the squad was sent to kill reclaim the Capitol Building. A Super Mutant Behemoth had easily picked her up and tore her apart.

"We're going to miss you too." Said Colvin. He was wearing his Power Armor helmet, but he knew under it there was a warm smile. The others said the same, but he couldn't help but notice Sarah hadn't replied.

For most of the trip he fiddled with his Pip-Boy, changing the color settings and seeing if he could pick up any radio signals. He did manage to find some, but they were flying too fast for him to even hear anything. When he wasn't sleeping or fiddling with his Pip-Boy, he was chatting with Lyons' Pride.

"You never did tell me where you got that katana." Colvin had asked.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Sam replied, thinking back to his time on the Alien Ship of Zeta. He remembered how the samurai had died, a stray blast from an alien aiming for him. He had been instantly disintegrated; the only thing salvageable was his katana. He wondered if Elliot, that little girl, the slaver, and Paulson were still up there, hovering in that ship.

"We'll be arriving in a couple of hours." Said Sarah. This was the second time she had spoken the entire flight. What was wrong with her?

"You're leaving a lot of people behind Sam." Said Glade. "What about that Vault girl you used to talk about?"

"I got kicked out of the Vault." Sam said shortly. No one bothered him for the rest of the flight.