#dead wind cavern

I escaped the Big MT, finally (or rather it's under new management). The brains-in-jars are harmless to the Mojave, but I can see use out of them and the Sink. I think that given enough time, they'll be on the side of hope. Only time will tell, but I plan to return fairly often for some oversight.

On the way back to Novac, I picked up a little robot that goes by the name ED-E. Pretty helpful in terms of letting me know when there's a fight (more and more hunting parties seem to have my name in their bag).

There were quite a few deathclaws near Primm Pass, and a whole brood staying in a cavern nearby. I hadn't been this nervous in years, but I was able to get them all without a scratch (with the help of some stealth boys).

I've been hearing some of my work going around in whispers, "Headless Horseman" they call me. One half being that where I go, death follows. The other half being that I'm the cleanest shot west of the Mississipi - Sam Warrick being my (former) competition back in DC. Shots so fast and accurate they blow the head right off. Not a bad name, when uttered by the wicked.