Ethan looked over his shoulder at the Legionaries looking increasingly agitated at the group and their behavior. He wasn't so stupid that he didn't realize that the only reason they hadn't been filleted by the machetes of the Legion was because of the presence of Marcus and Lucius. But he could feel the atmosphere of the crowd around him, the presence of the NCR was not winning them any friends with the Legion. Caesar said he liked him, but he wouldn't stop a mob for Ethan's benefit.
"Guys, I think it would be a good decision to leave before these gentlemen decide to gut us. We passed Caesars test, what do you say we grab our gear and get out of here while the gettin's good?"
At that the rest of the team agreed, they were led by a legionary to the far side of the fortress and exited the tall metal walls. On the other side their weapons were returned to them. Assuring them that despite anything else, the Legion kept its word. As the team "saddled up" they walked for several miles across the blasted wasteland of the Mohave.
After several hours of hiking they came to the location the map had indicated. The securitron had been unable to cross the Colorado. But it had printed a map,that was surprisingly accurate. Even posting markers for larger contemporary obstacles. Their walk led them to a small shack nearby the valley holding the deathclaws.
As they approached the shack a crazed looking middle aged woman burst out of the shack. Holding a light machine gun with a bandoleer of grenades and a glove made out of a deathclaws hand around her waist. She screeched at the group "Who are you, what do you want! It's mine you hear me, mine! I've been here for five years, I've got dibs got it!"
