Fanya looked at the Stasis chamber, started to walk, pacing towards it, her eyes gliding over it's many surfaces and controls,  "<span style="color: purple">Let's talk about this woman... I would say she probably doesn't belong to anyone. Why are you so concerned with her.... I missed your name... I'm Fanya.</span>"<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>Tony and D were high above the desert floor and making in all speed towards Hoover Dam. D was decked out in all NCR type uniform and gear, busy camo painting his face and checking gear along with a two more soldiers who were also getting ready. Occaisionally, he would look at Tony and nod, D felt a bit bad for Tony, he was put through a lot recently and the recent departure of Annie had hit them both in personal ways.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: red">Our contact will be meeting us down on the floor near the Dam to complete the cover.</span>" He said over the intercom to Tony "<span style="color: red">However, we should probably be ready for anything regardless.</span>" His head nodded over to the ample firearms wrack against the inner wall of the chopper as an offer. "<span style="color: red">We are trying to get in, make contact and any information we might want to take with us and get out as quickly as possible.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>