[color=9e0b0f][h2][center]John Williams[/center][/h2][/color]

John looked at Ashleigh, taking in her words as well as her tough demeanor. Her gear was reminded him of the wasteland, a little scarred up, but it was still together. Perhaps that was idealistic, but a little bit of that in the wasteland probably wouldn’t kill anyone. 


“A man is only as good as his word,” his tribal accent dancing on the end of his words, “ the only problem I see is the safes. Every bobby pin I come across becomes mangled. Unless you can pick it we have the options of outside help or tricks. If we can’t rely on a freesider we can only hope to talk our way in.” Again John took in Ashleigh. They perhaps weren’t the best pick for the job. Maybe with a little luck and if luck doesn’t do it a .357 might. 


The sky was slowly taking a darker color. “Ashleigh tomorrow we can take to New Vegas, but this area gets dangerous at night. Those Kings are not carrying those machine guns for nothing. There’s a building further down that isn’t too destroyed.” The duo took flight and walked down the street further. After a couple of turns Par’s tenement was out of sight and John had the feeling, just an itch he could not scratch, something or somebody was stalking them. John casually pulled the hammer back and the click rang out into the deadly silence of the night.