<b>Among the main group...</b><br/><br/>Fanya walked quietly along the halls, her dual-pistols drawn and her cloak giving her an odd shape among the emergency lighting that was left on. She had noticed Rebecca tensing up as they went further into the hallway and started to speak quietly as she walked next to Rebecca slowly,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">I use to work with these people who were convinced that the NCR was going to invade their town. They built towers, defenses, spiked walls, Jesus, their town looked like an medieval castle. They spent millions of caps and hired many mercenaries. Prepared many defenses. They were ready.</span><br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">All this built up, with tensions high when one day the leader of of the town signed an 'accord' with the NCR and basically, handed everything over to them. The entire town was under NCR control within a week, not with a bang but with a whimper. All the defenses, mercenaries, structures all became NCR property as well.</span>"<br/><br/>She continued to walk, looking over her shoulder at Rebecca and smiled, "<span style="color: purple">What will come, will come regardless of how much we worry or try to be prepared.</span>"<br/><br/>And with that, she fell silent...<br/><br/>Meanwhile, behind the main group,<span style="color: red">Sue</span>crept forward, using the shadows cast by the emergency lights and the main group to over her movements. She smelled the dry blood, no doubt about that. But now there was something else in the air... something sexual... the smell of sex was in the air. Weird place to smell it... and it wasn't coming from the main group.<br/><br/>Up ahead,<span style="color: red">Darion</span>started to squint... he heard something and it wasn't Fanya's incessant whispering. It was an... "odd" sound. Some muffled moaning... grunting maybe? The slap of skin? Muffled so maybe behind the walls... not echoing.<span style="color: red"> Loretta's</span>keen ears heard this too.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>