"<span style="color: purple">Aah, you can just shut the Hell up! When did <i>you</i> last see the real shit those Legion fuckwads pull on ghouls?</span>"<br/><br/>Loretta's grip on the wheel of the Deathcar was tightening noticably, the worn leather of her gloves and what covered the wheel squeaking slightly, although that was inaudible over the rumbling motor and crunching, gravelly sand below. After the strange tide of events associated with Fanya and their business in that... area that held the freakiest things they'd ever seen, she and Emma's attachment with one another had grown. They were truly friends, though vitriolic at some points, and something made the two stick together when they'd finished what they did in Vegas. This was an example of a more 'sparks-will-fly' day; Loretta had gotten ear from a Legionnaire they'd happened upon that the Legion planned on infiltrating the RECONN facilities to take the rockets stored there and eliminate the Bright Brotherhood.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">I'm not gonna let them just take the place. I can't, and I won't,</span>" Loretta said, her face looking bitter, yet determined.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>