[color=steelblue] "What's in the vault?" [/color] Dallen asked Breckinridge.  Dallen quickly found himself interested with it all, it was all to very tempting not to explore it.  It didn't actually matter what was there, as he already found himself needing to go and find it himself.  He was already addicted to it faster than he had gotten addicted to smoking cigarette's.  [color=steelblue] "And where's this camp at, exactly?" [/color]

Dallen threatened another finger to be removed as he asked the questions, and whether or not the wounded man answered back, the erruption of gunfire took to his attention.  It sounded like it was coming from the strip, not that far off.  Could have been any random gunfight, but something told him his crew was involved.  Either way, it was time to find them all again and tell them what he learned so far.  Maybe see if he could spot his mark in the process, kill two birds with one stone.   

With the information he had, Dallen calmly stood over Breckinridge and slit his throat.  Not a clean slice, but more of a shove in and jigsaw the knife back out.  Blood shot out into a pool before the man, as he held his shaking body until it went completely limp.  Dallen then took the man's weapons and equipped his shoulder holsters and leather armor that he had been wearing underneath his suit; also picking up the map again and pocketing it.  He left the man nearly naked and face down in his own blood.

A flash suddenly struck Dallen and he found himself wince. An image of his wife appeared in his mind.  She lie naked and covered in her own blood, how the raiders had left her.  The image of her felt real, as if it were really her before his very eyes.  Then it was gone.  He found himself on his knees, a deep pain setting in his temple.  Pulling out another cigarette, he let out a deep sigh, then took a drag.  Once the nicotine hit, he shook his head of the cobwebs and left the broken down building.

He still felt a bit of a daze as he headed back toward the lights, back toward the gunfire.  Using the alleyways, and taking an alternate route than the one he came from, he found himself just outside the Shark Club.  A few laser beams shot off in the alleyway nearby, and he quickly after spotted his crew mate, though he just now realized that he didn't even know his name.  The companion looked drugged up and ready to go on a massive killing spree, which is exactly the state of mind Dallen needed him to be in.  Though it was questionable to even approach the man in such a state, Dallen went forward anyway and stopped him just as he was about to enter the club and probably make some bad decisions.

[color=steelblue] "Hey, guy," [/color] Dallen said.  [color=steelblue] "I need your help.  I found out where the Pagan's might be, but they're probably heavily guarded.  I say we go, get the Pagans back to their people, and get those caps we're owed.  Maybe find the girl and the ghoul in the process?" [/color]  Dallen took a look at the man's eyes, then looked over to the Shark Club.  [color=steelblue] "...you were about to kill everyone in there, weren't you?" [/color]