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Cyan felt like he was on a wild goose chase, looking for this Benny guy, by the Courier’s side.
The first place they stopped was Primm, where they learned that the Courier was actually the Sixth in a line of seven couriers meant to deliver that weird poker chip. Despite being with Benny when “the deal” went down (which the Courier did not need to know about), he still wasn’t sure exactly what was so special about it. If he wanted a poker chip, he coulda checked any casino in New Vegas.
Regardless, this gave Cyan a new name for the Courier. Six, he decided on. Short for Courier Six. Less of a mouthful than The Courier.
Other than finding Six a new name, they also came across a broken down robot. An Enclave eyebot, Cyan immediately noticed, but he didn’t mention it. Six said something about putting it back together, but Cyan shot down that idea immediately. It’s not that he lacked the skill to fix it up, it’s just that... he couldn’t bring himself to. And he couldn’t imagine having to fight alongside an Enclave eyebot. It made him nauseous just thinking about it.
Although, as he was thinking, he started to wonder, what exactly was an Enclave eyebot doing all the way in New Vegas? He’d only ever seen the Enclave back in the Capital Wasteland, and that was miles and miles away. He only felt more nauseous as he began to worry the Enclave was here, too. Were they following him? Probably not, but he decided that he needed to get away from this damn bot as soon as humanly possible.
The sheriff they rescued — who was a real ditz, by the way — told them their checker-suited thief was seen heading to Novac through Nipton. So that’s where they were headed next.