She watched as the Barbarian of a man pushed with great ease against the Nomad causing him to collapse back onto the dusty ground. Now that the threats had been neutralised it was time to start looking around the camp for the things they had come to get. The pieces of the gun that had been pulled apart and hidden to protect from such raiding parties. She had gotten the tip on the bounty board that there was an interesting gun hidden in the camp and if anyone could retrieve the pieces the owner would put it back together for the brave Vault Hunter or resident that managed to get everything back to them.<br/><br/>She had started to grope at a few of the bloodied corpses as Krieg looked the Nomad over but they didn't have much on them that wasn't a few dollars a naked playing card (Which she had promised Salvador she'd keep if she ever found anymore) and a fist full of bullets. So when Krieg presented her with the firing assembly her eyes lit up with excitement.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh dang... there it is maybe the camp hasn't been picked clean just yet... Aw yis. This is one of four pieces according to the tip I got"</strong>Maya said taking the part and slipping it into her own pouches that hung from the side of her pants.<strong>"Just four more to go... But looks like we've got our work cut out for us searching all these bodies...damn and even then we don't know if they've picked it up or not"</strong><br/><br/>The Siren cussed under her breath as she moved between body to body finding more and more of the gun. Eventually the barrel was found hiding in the roof of one of the huts and the stock was found under one of the lumber piles in the far corner of the camp. But there was still the firing pin, the smallest and most annoying missing part.<br/><br/><strong>"Firehawk, Damnit"</strong>Maya vocalised her frustration<strong>"Part of me wonders if we should have left one of them alive, then we would have known if all the parts were here or not or if they had re-hidden another piece of the gun"</strong>Her shoulders slumped softly at the thought that the firing pin could be anywhere right now. Here or in another campsite or even on the other side of the planet being used as a toothpick by a towering behemoth of a Goliath.