Apr 20, 2014
Clawdis & Ada
Novac was a nice town, almost homey to Ada. She liked the motel, and she especially appreciated the ability to sleep there without panicking every five minutes; she'd never really forgotten what it was like to be on the run.
She was just checking out with plans to head towards Nipton, but there was someone else on the road, his face obscured. That perked her interest, and Ada slowed, watching him curiously. He moved in a way that didn't seem entirely human, and she wanted to know why.
"Sir!" she called quickly. "Can you tell me the fastest way to the 188 Trading Post?"
