"I feel you in my bones; you're knocking at my windows. You're slow to letting me go and I know this feeling; oh, so this feeling in my bones."
Fiends, why on earth was she in their territory.
She was walking as quietly as possible, taking each step with ease as she passed the seemingly too quiet skeleton buildings around her.
Each step was quieter than the last but she knew she had eyes on her. She could feel it in her bones.
A single glance over her shoulder she caught the flicker of a shadow pass right behind her.
That was all she needed, to be surrounded by drug induced Fiends.
Her pace picked up, her heavy military issued boots crunched the gravel as she jogged through the decimated streets right outside of New Vegas.
The Courier's hand went to her waist, gripping the pistol she kept there. Worry etched her eyes as she turned a corner to a dead end and swallowed back the sudden worry hitting her in the chest.
A vibe, just as bad as the one she felt when she came across Nipton.
"I wouldn't be so quick to reach for that gun," A cold voice spoke from behind her.
She swallowed back the ugly vibe in her chest and turned slowly around.
He may not have been wearing the crimson uniform; recognition of his voice was all she needed.
Her dark eyes sparked with it and this brought him a small amount of satisfaction.
"Do not ask why," he said reaching for the machete at his hip. "This is for your actions and sins made against Caesar."
She swallowed back the urge to unleash a string of profanity. Vulpes Inculta came for her himself, she should have been worried.
But there was that vibe again. That stupid feeling in her stomach that was ever so familiar.
Instinct struck her like a bulldozer. She moved, leaping across the small gap between them and tackled the Legionnaire to the ground with full force.
Red beams meant for their death shot right over her head as she buried her face into the crook of his shoulder.
Crazed laughter struck their combined ears as she rolled off of him. Without missing a beat her pistol was out, the safety was off and she fired two shots.
She heard the body fall of a Fiend but where there was one there was a dozen more.
He was already on his feet, a hand slipped under her arm and she was up with him. She had no idea where she was going, nor where she was going with him of all people.
They were running side by side, picking up momentum as they ran through the street.
There they were, the make shift armor and the crazed look in their eyes. Fiends, there was rare moments in time when they showed an ounce of intelligence.
"Shit," she came to a stop right beside him. Their shoulders touching and when the Fiends moved in from behind them both, she knew better than to fight back.
Apart of her wondered if he was thinking the same thing.
"Motor-Runner wants to see you," the cracked voice of the purple haired drug addicted woman shouted at them both.
She could feel it in her bones that this wasn't going to end well.
Her mouth opened to respond back but that all came to an end when she felt a shooting pain in the back of her neck and everything going black.