Terry focused on an old, abandoned homestead, framed by mountains in the distance. The camera turned right, and a power station came into view in front of the old buildings that lined the road. The Lucky 38 was visible further back in the distance.

Terry turned the camera on a passing caravan. The people looked back curiously. One of the guards waved.

“Is that a camera?” she asked.

“It’s a holo-vid recorder,” Terry answered. “I’m recording this for a friend of mine.” The woman seems impressed.

“Hello!” She waved again.

“Come on, Bunny, we have to keep moving,” one of the caravaneers said. Bunny waved one last time before rejoining the others.

The view blurred for a moment as Terry swung the camera back around. The machine struggled to get into focus as the shot panned to an old, rusted building next to an overturned silo. Once the caravan had passed, the only visible person was a tall man in a dark suit standing by the silo. Panning to the side again, Terry focused on an NCR patrol that was making its way up the road toward the Strip.

“All right, Sheldon. Time for a break,” Terry said. “I’ll start for the next one after dinner.”