<strong>Name:</strong>Giga<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Giga's HMMWV<br/><strong>Summary:</strong>Chilling With Maria<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Maria<br/><br/>Giga did not believe that Maria was thankful, not really. He did not expect her gratitude - that was the expectation of a lesser raider.<br/><br/>It seemed that while the raid had been going down, something had transpired on Dom's bus. Something involving the slaves, and now there was to be punishment. That was never a good thing. Insubordination always put everyone on edge; the weak trust that the slaves knew their place was always tenuous and fragile, and the strain of something like this always pushed it towards the breaking point. Giga lowered himself down, legs bent and the weight resting on the balls of his feet. He looked over to Maria, and spoke softly:<strong>"You need to watch all of this, little one. It's very important."</strong>Then Giga turned his head back to the scene, wondering just what it was that the male red-haired slave would do with his one bullet. It was kind of exciting. He wondered if Dom would really be fast enough if Noah decided to turn the gun on one of the raiders. If Noah turned it on Big Tim, Giga wondered if Dom would really stop the small, fair-skinned slave, or if Dom would let it happen and finally take over their little group. So many permutations and possibilities as to what might transpire.<br/><br/><strong>"The male with the red hair and the gun is named Noah. I want to introduce you to him, if he makes it out of this alive. He is very kind. I want the two of you to be friends."</strong>The gigantic raider said as he waited for things to play out.