~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Duos traversed the opposite ridge line trying to put as much distance between him and people from the chopper. Problem was, the further he got from the chopper the more his head "sang" with what felt like static and a screaming headache. It was making his ascent more difficult. He was sure that they didn't have a visual on him but it didn't matter. They were there and waiting for him. That and he remembered he left Becca behind with them as well. So she was there too with them. The ring pain in his head. It had to stop at some point.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>D eyed Annie as she tried to work, he stretched his muscles casually and then looked over to Becca. "<span style="color: red">She will take good care of her here, but it's best that we get her to a real doc back at New Vegas. She could use the extra care. She took on a Alpha Male?</span>" He whistled in awe... "<span style="color: red">Yeah, she's lucky she's that well off...</span>"  He paused for a moment and looked at this tracking device.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: red">Look, I have a mega-phone. I can talk to him from here. He's going to suffer more the further he runs from us. I'm placing a bet that the moment he realizes that we don't want to take him against his will and that we are offering to help with his..." he taps his temple, "problem, then he will come back, at least to talk to us. We don't want any trouble. We just want him to meet my boss and talk. What harm can that do? We've been looking for him for some time. Never thought he would come this close to New Vegas so we took the chance with the chopper.</span>" He paused pondering... "<span style="color: red">must have been the Turncoat what drew him here...</span>" He tapped belt buckle..."<span style="color: red">Let me try the mega-phone... I'm asking your permission. You're in charge.</span>" D checked a device on his arm that was slowly turning a color, "<span style="color: red">Besides, we are all slowly gettng radded out here. Best we pack up and move on as quickly as possible</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: red">What's your name, by the way? Just call me "D"... that's Annie, she does good work.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>