The look through the fortress of junkwired fences proved to be as helpful as it looked. In the eyes of the op group. That proved to be very little. The noise was the part that annoyed Blackout the most. The barking of what sounded like a Chihuahua with wounded pride yapping over and over again. He let her have her words. She was the one chained up with the rest of the slaves she had collected to sell the moment she could. If there was anyone more capable he would have started there but the one that took a bullet was barely alive. At least she got to learn quick what would happen if they got on the wrong side of anyone with power armor.<br/><br/>After a couple more tosses of boxes of the leaders belongings into the irradiated sea were made,Blackout commenced the removal of his power armor. The sound of hissing was heard loudly as the valve released itself and the exoskeleton like armor began to pull away from Blackouts form. Underneath. A man in a heavy winter jacket. Black leather with a dark brown curling of fur along the inner side of the coat. Long black cargo pants and the sound of steel toed boots clanking down along the grates of the floor underneath his feet.<br/><br/>He approached the anger filled woman. Whatever demands she made had been made. Whatever needs to make her feel in control were given to the extent that Blackout would allow. He walked into her cage and stood there in silence while Blood Raven and Namida had their weapons raised and pointing into the cell. Blackout gave the blonde a minute. Namida didn't even have a chance after returning from sticking Lucky with a stimpack or two to tell him of her condition but the answer wouldn't change his course of action.<br/><br/>"Two things are going to happen from this point forward. You are going to speak to me with the absolute respect a person holding your life in his hands deserves. And you will do exactly as I say,when I say it for as long as I want it done. Follow those two orders and you may live long enough to enjoy a couple more weeks of life before I put you out of your hopeless miserable life." Blackout reached into his pocket and gave the woman a moment to let that sink in. He half expected a retort too long for him to enjoy so he decided to have a smoke. After a light and a single puff of the cigarette he walked forward and pulled the blonde's head back by her hair. Taking the cigarette and pressing the burning end against the temple of the raider. Pressing down as hard as his thumb and index finger could put out a cigarette before taking a step back and looking down at the defeated woman.<br/><br/>"You a tool to me. One that I will use until it dulls. I will discard you the moment you become replaceable so do yourself a favor and find some use for yourself. The fact that you became a cut throat tells me that there was little self worth to be found before I got here. Let's hope you wise up. Your friends alive. Barely. She needs two stimpacks a day to keep her vitals stable and all the ones you own are at the bottom of the ocean. So let me put this in words you might understand. You're my bitch. You only bark when I ask you to. And the moment you bite the hand that feeds you is the moment you are put down." Blackout turned his back on the blonde quickly and turned to the person in power armor and audibly said "Collar her and make her choose which of the slaves live and which die. Then make her shoot the ones she said deserve to die. Namida. Keep your rifle on her head. She doesn't look stupid enough to attack someone in power armor but she may surprise me."