Vini sat for a moment longer, observing their conversation. He found Dr. Sasha to be reckless, foolish, and very naive. Jacinto seemed to be a more decent sort, more or less managing to keep his rather unstable men in line. He was better than nothing, that was for sure. Vini brushed himself...
Vini had ended up leaning against a support pole near the front gate, in earshot of all the conversation around him. He wished he could breathe the air, and get a feel of the place, but for now he enjoyed the secrecy his veiled face provided him. He was just a stranger, of an average build, with...
Vini was annoyed with the woman, he now knew as Dr. Sasha. Annoyed that she was so brash, annoyed that she refused his handgun. Annoyed that she would likely die soon. Approaching the boss of the man you just nearly killed for saving you? All in all, it seemed to be pretty up there on the list...
While Vini was impressed, he was not looking to kill a man just after entering the city, and for a second, he thought he had assisted in murdering a raider, the primary defenders of the city, not even five minutes after entering it. When Carter pulled at the rope, he sighed in relief that he...
Vini had seen enough, and as such, he decided to back up the scarred man. He walked up behind the captain, his steps slow and audible. He then drew his pistol in one quick motion, and put it right behind the man's head, pulling back the hammer of it. "I would do what the good man says, if I was...
Vini stayed fairy silent as the caravan passed, wishing to draw little attention to himself. As the raiders entered, and the three trucks followed, he approached the caravan guard, "I'd like to ask you one last favor- Could you drop my... package off someplace specific? Again, no questions...