Emma had only been  in a car once before. Well...she wasn't sure if prison transport vehicles counted as a 'car' or not, but to her it counted.<br/><br/>She'd lived in the Nevada wastes her entire life, never once thinking to stumble into that cesspool of humanity New Vegas. Never once thinking 'hey..that couldn't be all that bad! Hookers! Booze!'. Sure it didn't help that Emma had been in prison for 8 of her 27 years, but even if she had remained a free woman that entire time, she'd never think to venture into such a place.  At this moment she kinda wished she had however. I mean..she liked hookers- But to know the lay of the land right now...<br/><br/>Her eyes go wide as she surveys the landscape of bright neon hell.  Sign after sign ready to burn her retinas to a fucking crisp like staring directly at the sun during a lunar eclipse. Signs for everything, Casinos, women, booze, you name it- apparently New Vegas had it.  She looks over at the Ranger-fuck whos' name she never did take to remembering, and  Loretta.<span style="color: blue">"Don't suppose I could convince ya ta' pull over for a souvenir Loretta?"  </span>Emma asks almost nervously. She was unsure of how the fuck she got in this situation, but she'd heard story after story of how people with information usually were summoned into New Vegas, and literally never heard from again.<br/><br/>Emma wasn't afraid to die per-say, however self preservation was one of the few instincts she maintained after years and years of prison,after things like propriety, manners, and need for companionship all fell to the wayside.  Emma had 'work' to do.  Agendas to uphold,and while she could usually charm the pants off near anyone if she laid it on thick,even the Ghoul seemed to know she was fucked on this one.There would be no charming smile, a quick hand job and then an escape for her. This time she was in serious shit.  If this 'D' persons employer didn't shoot her in the head after getting his information, she'd get turned over to the gangers by one of these greedy fucks no doubt...maybe the pink haired kid would stop crouching enough to write a letter. Point was- she was surrounded with people who knew who she was, and this caused Emma to panic.<br/><br/>Her mother always told her she was born with 'Rabbit' in her blood- what the fuck she meant by that , Emma never did find out, however she could only attribute it to her inability to simply settle for the cards dealt.  The Turncoat always believed she was in charge of her own destiny.. whether true or not.  And New Vegas was as good a place as any to 'disappear'. Sure, this "D' fellow would likely find her...but maybe if she could get a head start, she'd buy her self a few more days to figure out what the hell to do.<br/><br/>Emmas hands start to shake as she looks at the ranger, then to Loretta. As they pulled up behind the Gomorrah, the group in the chopper starts to disembark- she knew this was her chance.  She feels bad for a moment, knowing if she went missing for good, Loretta and the Ranger Fuck would be held accountable. They could flay the Ranger for all she cared..but Loretta was the first person to be kind to her in...she couldn't even remember how long.  Not that busting her knee cap and a drink of water was grounds to pick out curtains together, but it was more then she was used to.<br/><br/>As the car pulls up, Emma opens the door quickly. She stands and stretches, looking around casually to the building brightly light up across the street- That would be her fist move.<br/><br/>She looks at Loretta, tips her non existent hand and grins in a garish nature,<span style="color: blue"> "Been swelll, sweetheart, but the swellings gone down."  </span><br/><br/>With that she takes off like a bat out of hell, pumping her long , thin legs as fast as she can, darting in to the Casino on the right and climbing over tables, slot machines and anything else in her way as she desperately trys to make an escape.<br/>She was damn sure she'd be caught.  Likely beaten too, but fuck..at least she'd go down with a fight.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>