As soon as the Deathcar sped off, Darion braced himself against the sides and the seat, his arms and legs spread and pressed against the metal around the back seat, doing his best to cushion the bumps.  Yeah, he hated Loretta's driving, and knew he would always prefer walking.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Oh look, I think you missed a rock back there.”</span>he grumbled loud enough to hear after a nasty bump.  Oh, he would always complain about having to ride in Loretta's Deathcar.  He swore that she was always trying to make the thing live up to that name.<br/><br/>After the long drive they finally reached the bright neon lights of New Vegas that couldn't be ignored.  He both loved and hated the sight, they were all amazing.  Especially since they seemed to find so many working over all the years since they hadn't been made.  But usually he didn't care much past that first sight, he didn't care until going into one of the many different building, especially the ones that offered... 'special services'.  Though he did limit that, when the ones who worked there were slaves, Darion avoided the place altogether.<br/><br/>They finally arrived at the barricades of the city itself, darion felt the need to pull his rifle and armed it again.  The roadblocks were guarded and they did not look friendly, but he was ultimately glad that the 50 cal from the chopper scared them all off, and let the car past.  When they arrived at Gomorrah though, darion looked at the sign, it looked familiar to him.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Maybe I have been here before... don't remember it much though... maybe got too drunk to remember it...”</span>he grinned a little that that probably meant he had spent a night in one of the women's beds as well.<br/><br/>But of course it wasn't going to be as easy as just walking, almost immediately after they stopped, the turncoat, emma, took off at the first chance she got.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Shit!”</span>Darion cursed, climbing from the Death car as well himself and moving off, especially after seeing the crazy chick chasing after their target.  That wasn't good.  He was into the building in time to see Loretta use the machete on the crazy, and watch emma duck out of the closet and try climbing a hole in the ceiling to the third floor.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Well... shit...”</span>he cursed again before taking off at a sprint for the stairs up to the third floor while the others were distracted.  Hopefully he would get there while she was still climbing, thus he moved at a full sprint.<br/><br/>Darion came up the last step in time to see emma rounding the corner  from the all.  He saw her and grinned a bit before speaking up, but not raising his rifle just yet from it's resting place across his chest.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Howdy darlin', It'd be real smart to just stop right there before I have to shoot.  You know running wasn't all that smart of an idea.  You have got those two chasin you too.  It would be a good idea to just come along quietly before the crazy one catches up, I am pretty sure she is a cannibal.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>