[Center][b][color=ec008c]Shelby Jackson – S&W Weaponry/Home [/color][/b][/center]


Eliza turned her head to face Shelby as she exhaled, “Shelby...if you want to move on and forget about Calypso and the shit she did to you I understand but keep this in the back of your head. Bad leg or not, you say the word and I'll hunt that bitch down.” Eliza shifted her weight in the chair causing her to moan. “I might be a washed up but I'm still a Rider.” She moved her hand back to the cluster of dog tags, clenching them tightly. “We've got a debt to settle back west anyway.”

Shelby's eyes widened and she spit out a mouthful of water the waved her hands, “No, no, no, no Hun. I've been away from her for awhile and nothing has happened, let's not stir up a hornets nest, please. We can just live a low profile life here in Salem, we don't have to hide, but we don't want to raise a shitload of attention either. I had contacts of my own that I could've kept doing business with, they would rather seal with me than that bitch anyways. We don't need that shit anymore, your Riders, The Jaded Empire, we don't need any of that.”

Eliza's  fist unclenched and the dog tags fell onto her lap. As much as she didn't want to admit she was so much more vulnerable now than she ever was.“Shelby I'm really sorry but do you think we could lay down somewhere?” 

“[i]Um...sure [/i],” Shelby replied, she could tell by Eliza's face and actions that she was either in pain or something was tearing her up inside. “Waylon has a couch in his office right back here.” It took Shelby a minute to try to get Eliza back in the wheelchair as carefully as she could, she then wheeled to the office door and it was locked. “Fuck me, hang on,” she turned and kicked the door a couple of times before it broke open. She pushed Eliza over by the couch and helped her to the couch.

Shelby took a breath, “I never noticed the doctor give you a stimpack, I have a couple, do you want to try one and see if it'll help you limp around easier?”