When Victor was growing up, his mother always told him he would get himself into trouble in the future. Victor would of course deny it, saying he would be fine and that she would be too. When she passed away, the second thing he said was extinguished from his mind, and he never once more told somebody they would be okay... because you could never tell anymore. If you survived a bullet, not two days later you could die from infection, if not from infection then from a mutated creature, if not a mutated creature... another person, even if you had helped them at some point in there life. In such cases, most of the time your lifeline was your ammunition and your wits, if you were sneaky you are best sticking to that.<br/><br/>He made it his business to remember this from his first tour in with the NCR's and his past with his family when they were at least somewhat together. Morale of the story is that you don't get injured, don't ever fully trust or make immediate contact with somebody without base knowledge of them and for the sake of your life do not investigate any weird creatures. As a side note, Victor also made it his business to apparently break these rules almost all the time whether he likes to or not... so technically, he had also completely proved right the first thing she said... that he would get himself into trouble and boy did he. Currently, he was behind a vehicle, Anti material rifle perched on it's hood, scope zoomed in on a pair of raiders chasing a Caucasian women with brown hair down the road, and he could tell from her attire that she was previously a slave. Though if she was a slave to the raiders originally, he did not know nor care.<br/><br/>One of Victors rules was 'Do not kill an individual if you do not have to', but as one of the raiders raised a shotgun to her back and the other a knife in his hand. Victor had to act, taking another of his rules into action which was 'Help any innocent persons in need'. Quickly, as the raiders finger flicked to the trigger. Victor took a shot, blasting the raider directly in the hands, which was unfortunate as he had been aiming for his forearms... what could he say, moving targets were harder to hit. The women quickly tried taking cover, falling to the ground as she panicked as the raider previously using the shotgun was on the ground. The horrified and pained expression on his face explaining it all while his raider friend looked around also in a panicked confusion not even worried about his badly injured comrade on the ground. Slowly, Victor tipped his sights to the raiders leg. Popping a bullet into one of them as he fell to the ground, then the other so he could not get up.<br/><br/>The Ranger shot to his feet, tossing the sniper over his shoulder and drawing his .44' Magnum revolver. Quickly checking to see if it was loaded correctly as he walked toward his most recent and subdued victims. The only thing he was worried about was the shot gun on the ground behind the raider who got shot in the hands and dropped it along with the women who was hugging her head to her knees in shock, not even having it in her to run. He closed the pace between them quickly, and it was when the man he shot in the legs finally dragged himself to the shot gun that Victor shook his head slowly.<br/>"Don't be stupid!" he shouted to the raider through his helmets speaker.<br/><br/>When the raider finally got himself dragged to the shotgun, and his friend passed out from it all. Victor aimed his revolver "Don't do it, no... don't!" the raider aimed the shotgun, and The Ranger shot. His bullet piercing the raider in the chest area, it did not take long for his enemy to let go of the weapon, head falling back as the life left him. Leaving Victor to lower his gun slowly in a dramatic fashion. When he turned to the women, she was sprinting away, not ready to take chances with a man in full ranger combat gear and she obviously did not know what a ranger was despite him setting off on his own. He walked away from the scene, leaving the one dead raider and the one unconscious one to the road, at least he presumed the raider was only unconscious but he could be wrong.<br/><br/>"It never changes..." he murmured, his steps taking him in the direction of the distant tall buildings. Hoping at least slightly that there would be a safe place to stay on the way or at the large city. Not knowing any better about the ruined city of New York having never been there before... and not knowing exactly what city he was looking at to begin with.<span style="font-style: italic">Hopefully there will be a sign on the way telling me what I am looking at...</span>he thought to himself silently, as that was all you could do while you were alone in these wastes.