The Pilot spoke up again as D and Annie, the one with the large medi-kit headed down to the Canyon floor.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"You misunderstand... I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name.</span>" The pilot who seemed like a well spoken fellow, and very well taken care of. Definitely not a survivalist, nodded to Darion, "<span style="color: blue"> But yes, for now, call him "D". He doesn't intend for you to hand over the turncoat to him or his employer. D and our employer doesn't want the turncoat in their custody. Our Employer will pay quadruple the sum of whatever the Powder gangers are offering you to keep the Turncoat out of their hands. The bounty is yours to do with what you want. She just wants you and the turncoat to come and talk to her. She's an information broker and whatever information you would be willing to share with her will be valuable enough to her to offer this, plus whatever supplies you may need before going on your way. So you can see, its all about a mutually beneficial arrangement. We can even take the whole lot of you back to New Vegas in our chopper.</span>" He threw a thumb back at the military transport chopper.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>D and Annie made their way down to the Canyon floor with Loretta trailing behind them. D was a well built soldier, built like the stock of Marines from the U.S. He had weapons and ammo and all kinds of equipment, and carried it with ease. His head shaven and her sun kissed skin made him look like he was ready to take on any situation. D being the smart tactician that he was instantly recognized that the pretty girl standing in their way was protecting the smaller wild injured one. He made the decision to try his best to talk his way to the goal.<br/><br/><span style="color: red">"Hi.</span>" He nodded his head over the mechanic's shoulder, "<span style="color: red">You have injured. Looks bad. I've brought a real medic.</span>" He nodded to Annie, not taking any aggressive stance. Keeping his weapons near his hands but not holding them. Loretta could hear this conversation as she was not that far behind "<span style="color: red"> You should let her help. In the mean time, you can help me with Project 19. We need to get him some help or his brain will give out. We don't have a lot of time but I think, if you are willing, we can help him out a great deal. We don't want to take him against his will. In fact, that would be opposite of what our employer wants. She doesn't know for sure who did this to him but she wants to find out and she wants to see if we can do anything for him. It's very important to her and we can transport you all back to New Vegas were you would be paid handsomely for your cooperation as well as given access to any supplies you made need for yourself, your friends. Plus, I think you want us to save her, right?"</span>He nodded again to the injured wild one. D was very good as sizing up a situation and bending himself to it.<br/><br/><span style="color: red">"I know it's easy to see us as a bunch of bastards in the desert but we want to give you a ride, pay you for your time, your conversation and supply you up for where ever it is you want to go. You know there is a say... 'the devil you know...</span>'"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>