Emma had -just- fallen back asleep after her little..adventure.  She grumbles for a moment, pulling the thin blanket over her shoulder<span style="color: blue"> "They'll be there in 5 minutes Loretta....wanna sleep." </span>The convict was in fact exhausted, and truley wanted nothing more then to continue her rather nice dream in which she and her ghoul companion weren't sleeping on rocks..but lavish  accommodations back in New Vegas... Had she thought Loretta was in a scrap of danger, she would have been up and on her She had a little...ace in the hole as it were , nuzzled under the blankets with her.<br/><br/>Back in New Vegas, Fanya had been more then..trusting regarding her armory.  While the rest of the gang took only what was needed, Emma pilfered far more explosives then she could ever use . A thump-thump, some C-4, even  a couple detonators , but most treasured of all, was her beloved Annabelle. Annabelle was a Chinese Missile launcher , likely imported from Canada after that whole..unplesentness between the countries transpired. Annabelle was glorious...more glorious then any weapon in Fanyas arsonel, so when Emma swore she had ot have it, she tactfully stopped the sentence there instead of continuing her thought of 'For my very own!'. She hid Annabelle and the extra C4 in the death car, and before leaving New Vegas  ,Emma made plans to hide her cache of weapons for a rainy day.  Today would sure as fuck be rainy she figured. So she hotwired the Deathcar and went out into the middle of the night searching for the abandoned ice-cream truck she stashed her weapons in.<br/><br/>She made it back to Loretta just before sunrise, tucked Annabelle against her chest and snuggled the launcher as if it was a long lost puppy.<br/><br/><br/>So Emma is fairly unphased until she hears the loud -KRACK- of Lorettas shotgun.  She sighs, pushes her self to her feet, groans loudly and tugs Annabelle from her resting place and and dragging the launcher that was almost as large as she was across the sandy plateau and towards Loretta.<span style="color: blue">"Take a seat shuffler.." </span>she grumbles , her voice huskier then usual,<span style="color: blue">"I got this covered sweet-cheeks." </span>She winks as she uses the first pet name she-ever- refereed to Loretta as, while she pats Annabelle lovingly like she would caress an old lover.  Before Loretta can ask-where- Emma clarifies.<span style="color: blue">" Fanya needed to keep better track of er' shit. Just sayin. " </span>She powers the launcher on and the gun auto targeting system hums to life.<span style="color: blue"> "Oh and uh..i hot wired the deathcar...don't hit me." <br/>
</span>Emma couldn't drive..but Loretta didn't need to know that, the convict figured she'd blame the dinged bumper on the Legion anyhow.<br/><br/><br/>Emma stands ducking random debries and bullets as best she can as the soldiers step over her landmines. She's got three shots with Annabelle..she had to make them count. She leans on the rock in front of her at first. Taking cover and trying to lock on to her target, however this isn't working.<span style="color: blue">"The shit..." </span>she swears trying to adjust. That too fails her. So eventually she is standing straight up.looking down the barrel of Annabelle . Her nimble fingers caress the red launch button, as she leans in and kisses the launcher again.<span style="color: blue">"C'mon baby ...don't be like this.."</span>she coo's while she tries to  lock on to -anything- in the main group of legionnaires . Finally Anabelle beeps, and Emma grins a odd sort of half amused ..half aroused smile.  She starts to giggle uncontrollably as her pointer finger caresses over the launch button.<span style="color: blue">"Allllmost....alllllmossstttt.."</span>She bites her bottom lip as if she's biting back a moan.<br/><br/>With a exceptionally loud THHUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSST- noise Annabelle fires, knocking the lithe convict back a good 10 feet and on to her ass. She laughs maniacally as the missile changes direction and starts to jut down towards the legions below. She hugs Annabelle tight to her chest and continue to laugh---this has been the closest she's come to getting off in months. She shoots up and yelps,<span style="color: blue">"Might wanna duck Loretta...."</span>She scrambles to her feet and rushes towards Loretta- or ..as fast as she can rush with a missile launcher that almost weighs as much as her in her hands.  She drops Annabelle as she sees the missile goes sailing towards its target .  She pounces atop of Loretta, pinning the ghoul behind the rock as she looks over the rock at her handiwork as it explodes in a satisfying "<b><i><span style="text-decoration: underline">BOOOOOOM" </span></i></b>Not the greatest target she'd ever chosen, but it did land smack dab in to the right flank of legionnaires, taking out a good 10 at a time.  Emma dissolves in to fits of laughter, her hands clenched into fists as she bounces up and down excitedly, "TWO MORE SHOTS LEFT!" She yells headed to get the rest of the shots in..even if they weren't needed..<br/><br/><br/>As she scrambles towards Annabelle she yelps over her shoulder as a bullet whips past her head ,<span style="color: blue">"This is hands down the most fun i've had with my clothes on in years..." </span>She reaches into her pocket and procures a small hand grenade.  She bites down on the pin and lobs it off the side of the plateau, not even looking, but just excited to hear the loud 'boom' again. She resorts into giggles again and offers her friend her bag of hand grenades to join in the fun....<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>