Iīm currently back home in Megaton where Iīm preparing my third visit to Point Lookout! Iīll bring along Vengeance so this time itīs personal! 

So how's it going in Point Lookout? I hear there are many ghouls around. Annoying creatures. I avoid them whenever I can.

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Having lost four best executioners in a showdown with Blondie, Caesar sent a new unit to terminate her. This group was led by a young commander that was despite his age, very experienced with hunting down and executing Caesar's enemies. The young commander knew that his fallen brothers tried to ambush Blondie but she saw through their scheme. So instead of hiding, he decided to attack her directly.
"Mighty Caesar entrusted us with a noble task - to kill the sworn enemy of the Legion, to kill Blondie and bring her head back to our great leader on a silver plate! We are leaving now, brothers, and we won't stop running until we find her! We have information that she'll soon be coming to the area west of New Vegas, accompanied by an unknown man. Caesar wants both of them dead! But beware, brothers...nobody is allowed to attack her until I say so! I will personally acknowledge her of her sins against the Legion!"
With these words the young commander ordered his assassins to follow him and they left the Fort, determined to return with Blondie's head. A few days later they spotted her walking down a lonesome road with her unknown companion. The young commander and his three assassins were running against her, their hands at their weapons, waiting for the commander's shout to attack.
However, the commander's shout was never heard. As soon as Blondie spotted them, she knew that they aren't here to pick post-war flowers. So she pulled her trustworthy MF Hyperbreeder Alpha out and started shooting - lasers were forcefully hitting the assassins and the young commander died first, never having a privilege to tell Blondie of her sins.
The remaining assassins tried and defend themselves but they stood no chance against Blondie and her companion. In just a few seconds, another Legion's elite assassin group was dispatched, their corpses now littering the crackled road. "A few more bit the dust," said Blondie, lit a cigarette and headed on. She was used to killing - be it raiders, slavers, rats or deathclaws. Almost not a day passed by that she hadn't killed somebody.