บท 157: Like malaria pills...

Never in their life have they seen Vegas this empty, it even had that classic eeriness of a wild west showdown, papers blew into the air and tumbleweed rolled on the tar.

Surrounding the Humvee all men had weapons out, the man mounting the fifty caliber machine gun had eyes out behind them as they slowly walked surrounding it in the drive.

Nicolas glanced at Saria, her training obviously kicked in, the rifle tight against her shoulder, lifted and irons to her eyes, scanning left, right then to the windows above.

Nic had to admit, he would never have looked up, that made him feel like dead weight suddenly and he upped his effort, looking as she did around for any movement, then scanned the higher building windows.

The point man quickly moved over to a wall and peeked around it, he looked back and nodded waving "Clear"