Snippet #2487862

Terrence almost lost his balance, the cold voice interrupting him mid-stride. 'By the Tribe! I must be getting old; first I help this girl, then her beast sneaks up on me.' Slowly raising his hands outwards, rather than straight up and pushing Bandit off his back, Terrence slowly turned his body towards the voice and nearly let out a sigh of relief before he remembered he was still at gun point. His rifle was still in his hand, but shooting it one handed in this stance would be next to impossible.

Even in the quickly fleeting twilight, it was obvious that this man was not the same creature from that possessed town. He carried himself differently, almost in the exact opposite way of a wild animal. This man was conditioned and trained, his positioning and voice showed that quite clearly.

"To professional to be a Raider. NCR? Brotherhood?" If one were perceptive enough, the faint sound of hope could be heard in Terrence's voice. 'More likely to take prisoners, that way.'

Terrence shivered as a slow breeze crept by, carrying the cold of night on it's breath. The days were hot in the waste, but the ground grew freezing under the stars. 'And then there is the creatures that hunt under watch of the moon.' They couldn't have been more than a few hundred yards from the shack, easily kept warm by the furnace inside. 'What were the odds that this damnable soldier would find us just as we were nearly to safety?'