Inside the military grade chopper,<a class="internalLink" href="http://forums.darknestfantasy.com/showthread.php?3715-Fallout-Sin-City-(Fallout-Based-E-RP)-(Group-full-Apps-go-to-standby-amp-OOC-Discussion-Thread)&amp;p=76984&amp;viewfull=1#post76984">Scrap</a>and<a class="internalLink" href="http://forums.darknestfantasy.com/showthread.php?3715-Fallout-Sin-City-(Fallout-Based-E-RP)-(Group-full-Apps-go-to-standby-amp-OOC-Discussion-Thread)&amp;p=77615&amp;viewfull=1#post77615">Annie</a>locked and loaded their gear for the retrieval operation. Just having met each other as hired "guns" from some rather secretive organization within New Vegas, they were paid very well, not only in "caps" but in supplies and goods that they would need to survive. It was a good thing too, as they were nearing the end of their supplies and survival was getting particularly desperate for them both. Annie in particular needed the job, her escape from the deathclaw near her vault did not end well and she just about lost almost everything on the way to New Vegas. Thankfully, her employers resupplied her fully.  To both of their understanding, Scrap was a hired gun with experience in the wasteland and Annie was being hired as a potential medic that was "expendable" enough to send out into the wasteland without risk of losing a highly skilled doctor. Their employers thought that they may need the help of a field medic in order to retrieve project 19. One of the hired mercenaries was holding the tracking beacon and giving instructions to the pilot about heading and distance. Another one was manning the .50 Cal door gun as he swept the desert floor below. It wouldn't be long now, there mission seemed pretty straight forward, escort the mercenaries as they subdued Project 19, get him back to the chopper for extraction to New Vegas and prevent any other "accidents" from happening along the way. Whoever their employers were, they were powerful and well equipped. They had a complete understanding of that power as well as the importance of Project 19 to them as they decided to utilize the one of the few remaining operating choppers, probably at the very moment, jugging through millions... maybe billions of caps worth of aircraft fuel. Whatever the case may be, Annie and Scrap better not screw this up. Retrieval of Project 19 was paramount.<br/><br/>As Annie and Scrap looked over the shoulder of the door gunner, they were surprised to see some people just waiting out on the ridge. One of them looked liked he was armed, in a prone position pointing at the canyon floor were Project 19 was supposedly located. They all conferred with each other, best to get a better look before making any other rash decisions.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Duos'  head was screaming, the damn squelching of the Pip-Boy would not STOP! It was all he could do to hold his head with one hand to keep it from exploding. He felt a certain amount of paralysis take him but he kept moving with Becca as best he could.<br/><br/>Darion heard the approaching chopper get closer, almost overhead soon but couldn't stop to think if he intended to even have a chance to stop the Alpha Male. As soon as he got his last clip, he loaded it and aimed, praying for the best of luck.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>