Entering the facility, I hear shooting and the yelling of power-armored soldiers. I'd need some bigger guns before I could take on full BOS soldiers, so I'd let the ghouls take care of them. As I turned the corner, I saw some BOS soldiers and NCR heavy troopers dead, with a few stragglers amongst them. I eyed out a pristine Desert Eagle, only found in California, amongst the pack. I grabbed it, loaded a clip of .44, and blew one into the brain of every person in that room. I ditched the service rifle and picked up the overdrive-steel .44 rounds.