Snippet #1593197

Storm nodded, happy that Owen had taken his suggestion.
'That's good, I hopefully won't end up dead the day I leave my shackles behind... but he said they were transporting something, which went against my earlier assumption that they were scouts... What could they be moving? And why would any sane NCR commander allow a transport truck pass this close to a Legion base? Something smells fishy...'
Storm spoke up on his worries, "Owen, I think we should try to give them a wide berth anyways, something doesn't seem right..."

"So it'll be a game? I like games," Storm heard behind him, "Is it pretend? I play that sometimes."
He turned and was faced with not a face, but a eerie hand painted mask. Storm stepped backwards, startled a little, but when he saw the mask was attached to the apparently frail form of a young girl in an oversize sports blazer he calmed down.
'Is this another member of our rag-tag group? Seriously, the legion sending children on life or death missions... I thought they were ruthless before, but now I just...'
Storm shook his head sadly, then crouched down to eye level with the girl, staring through the eye-slits of the mask into her blue eyes he spoke softly, "Yes, it's a pretend game... We're pretending to be the big grumpy man's prisoners until we pass by a group of soldiers. Once we've passed them we're free, and we can do whatever we want again. But if the soldiers find out you're not really a prisoner you lose the game, and you'll be caught and taken away..."
He forced a smile for the girl, hoping she would listen to him, stick to those rules, and not let everyone be caught.