Emma had known the second she was captured by the raiders that  her death was a slowly looming eventuality within the next few days.  She would rather die then go back to the Powder Gangers anyhow, and had planned to if it kept her free of their torture. Since her escape, she constantly watched her back- going so far as to yank a molar out, replacing it with a half assed cap housing a very small wireless detonater. She kept the charge hidden 'elsewhere'- somewhere the gangers would eaisly find if they got a hold of her. However- the plan was to keep that very situation from happening in the first place.<br/><br/>Emma had been toying with the idea of detonation for the past day. With no forseeable way out- she  spent the past few days agonizing over her fate, romanticizing her own death. Wining and dining it, buying it flowers...and making sweet love to it in the cold late nights . Her tongue was fumbling over the detonater cap- knowing it was only one bite down between here and oblivion, when she heard the gunshot ring out. Her head jerks up, watching the vehicle chase her captors...<span style="color: blue"><i>'The holy fuck is this...?'</i></span>, she wondered-narrowing her eyes as the second shot rang out. Confusion sets in due to limited visibility- she listens closely trying to understand what is going on.<br/><br/>Before she knows it she is being carried, set down, un-gaged and told to shut up. While she was grateful for being freed from a 'no win' situation, there was no telling this one would be any better. She knows she shouldn't speak..and sure as shit shouldn't antagonize this savior of hers- but...Turncoat lived to play with fire.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"You almost got the whole 'heroic rescue'  song an dance down.Really this is some straight up fairy tale shit... "</span>She would clap her hands together cooing sardonically 'My hero'- if only she could.  Her voice is hoarse and dry, and where being silent would aide her in this situation, she just keeps talking.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"So this is how we're gonna do this,"</span>She informs her rescuer,<span style="color: blue"> " You untie me. I help you kill off them varments, and then we go seperate ways.."</span><br/><br/>She looks out over the canyon, as the deathklaws skitter past the disbatched raiders and towards the fuzzy looking human forms down the way.  She winces and bites her lower lip,<span style="color: blue"> "OK, "</span>she starts,<span style="color: blue">"Change of plans...you still untie me..I give you a firm pat on the back, then we go about our merry fuckin' way. "</span>She looks up at the ghoul, a charismatic smile plastered on her face. She clearly cares very little of the fact her savior is a ghoul, she was just grateful to the woman..at least for now.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"So whaddaya say hot stuff? Lemmie go?"</span>Her tattooed brow curling upwards hopeful.<br/><br/>((Sorry for the phone post..wanted to get the ball rolling. Not my best))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>