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Back downstairs, Mason was too heading for the elevator, but instead pressed the button which signalled to go down. Slowly cackling to himself, he addressed Jack in a laughable manner. "Hey, I'mma' going to The Tops, you still have that Presidential suite right? It's alright, I won't ask for the key. That Benny guy probably has a spare. He he, ciao!" The elevator doors then opened and Mason went down. Still laughing to himself at the aspect of sleeping in a better bed than the rest of the squad, the doors then opened back at ground level and Mason exited, finding a fully-cocked shotgun in his face. "What? Not this again..." he moaned.

The shotgun was held by an NCR official, "Get up those stairs soldier! You are to "mingle" with the rest of the squad!" He yelled, almost tearing what was left of Mason's eardrums.

"What? Can't I just go gamble for a while, and whatever happened to respecting your elders?" Asked Mason, the official went to squeeze the trigger for a response. "Alright, alright, no need to go all Jack on me. Seriously, I bet he's killed some innocent people. I've only killed one myself, but that's a person, not people, right?" Mason then walked back and pressed the button to go back up to the suites, giving a cheeky wink to the guards as the doors close.

"Bloody typical." He berrated.