The overlook from the tall tower of the Lucky 38 was astonishing from the moment you stepped out of the elevator. You greeted the securitron by the door, before walking into the main room. Stepping into the well-secured room, a large screen with multiple others surrounding it stood against the window. With a slow hum, to a gashing light, Mr. House’s face would flicker onto the screen in front of you. His frozen, permanent snarky face flared at you, menacingly unmoving. Suddenly, and with clear conscience, his voice could be heard through multiple speakers hidden around the room. It was almost like a warm welcome, hidden with snarky business-readied steadiness.

Mr. House: “Ah yes. It really has been a long time coming, Courier. I do appreciate you coming all the way to the Vegas Strip. Such a beauty, isn’t it?”

His voice was bursting with such a calming demeanor, almost like he was marveling at his own work.. given he only rebuilt some of it.

Mr. House: “Now, if you don’t mind.. before we can continue on our.. grand comeuppance, tell me.. do you have my chip?”