Chapter 383: Filthy animal
"W-what? What evidence do you have? I don't think you are even who you purport to be!" the man exclaims with a mad look in his eyes.
Boone scowls at him, "You want proof? Take a look." he states before raising the cloth shielding the jar containing Lowells head from view.
Gasps break out in the Ultra-Lux as Boone holds it up for all to see, it was a truly grisly sight looking upon the fat, balding head with a blank, yet horrified look still plastered on it. It looked even more gruesome than a regular decapitated head would due to the brine liquid it was preserved by.
"You will come with us to the NCR embassy or executed where you stand, the rest of the White Glove Society must understand that its old tradition of cannibalism has been banned by many parties. Any who seek to defend you will be treated the same as yourself." Boone says, wanting to prevent any 'hail mary' attempts at stopping the arrest.
Mortimer just stands stock still for a couple of seconds, seemingly evaluating his options. By the looks of the rest of the people in the room, they were inclined to believe the trio who'd literally displayed the dead majored decapitated head. There wasn't really all that much he could do to assuage such an allegation, aside from fighting with his own evidence.
His body tenses up as he prepares himself to escape. He was one of the few people in the Ultra-Lux who need the many secret passages held within, so it wouldn't be difficult to escape it, the strip, and New Vegas as a whole.
Boone scowls as Mortimer bursts into a sprint, quickly headed in the opposite direction of them, he was currently holding the jar containing Lowell's head, so he couldn't really chase the man himself... Fortunately, it didn't look like he'd have to, as Johanna and Christine were already hot on his tail.
"I'm beginning to regret coming here!" Johanna complains as they run.
"Yeah? Well, I'm not... Just look at this awesome dress!" Christine says while giving a thumb down at her dress.
Johanna just shakes her head, "Whatever, let's hope you can keep up in that thing." she chides while increasing her pace.
"Grr, I'll show you the power of dresses!" Christine shouts back, putting more effort in in stride.
Mortimer runs through a few rooms as the two disguised women follow. Unfortunately, the crimes they'd unveiled hadn't been revealed to the rest of the Ultra-Lux, allowing Mortimer to call for aid.
"HELP! THESE INTRUDERS ARE TRYING TO KILL US!" He exclaims as he runs through the bathing area.
Quickly, a few White Glove Society members jump into action, getting between Mortimer and his pursuers... This turns out to be a bad idea for almost all parties involved...
Johanna doesn't decrease her sprint, simply lowers her chin and head butting the nearest man in the face, smashing the mask and almost completely destroying their nose. Afterwards, she slams them to the floor and keeps running, as if she hadn't even encountered an obstacle.
Christine on the other hand isn't as strong or manoeuvrable as her companion, instead electing to fight them all here and eventually catch up. "I'll handle these idiots!" she calls out while jump kicking a masked man in the face, instantly knocking them unconscious and sprawling to the floor.
Another punch sends one collapsing into one of the baths, forcing a few patrons to get the man out before he drowns.
Johanna follows Mortimer as the man opens a drain and jumps in, she slides down the narrow passageway and eventually ends up in some kind of pipe system, most likely where all the water from the baths end up.
It's dark, but that problem is easily alleviated. She reaches into her satchel and pulls out her Pipboy 3000. "Good thing Doc gave this to me, never woulda lasted this long without it." she mutters, putting it on her wrist and activating the light, illuminating the rather empty-looking Pipe system.
The ground was wet with a small stream of water going down it, but she hadn't heard the rapid splashing feet of Mortimer, meaning he hadn't run, and instead was trying to evade her via another method.
This might've worked on anyone else, but someone with a Pipboy? No chance. She turns it on and activates the local map, instantly spotting a few hidden passageways, there was one on the left that looked like a large storm drain, it didn't lead anywhere aside from a single room...
She bends down and shines the light into it, *SPLASH!*, but as she does her ankle is grabbed as she's pulled into it. She barely catches a glimpse of Mortimer as she's pulled inside, she's slightly disorientated from the impact of the fall but manages to catch the glint of the metal pipe being raised above his head.
Johanna throws her hands up in a cross and catches the strike between her arms, grunting in pain as the pipe strikes the soft part of her arms, most likely bruising the flesh.
"You should have left well-enough alone!" Mortimer shouts as he prepares to strike again, but Johanna leans to the side and allows the Pipe to strike the ground next to her, throwing up a splash of water. She then kicks the man in the knee, twisting it and causing him to stumble.
His loss of balance allows her to grab onto his pipe, which she uses to pull herself up and fiercely headbutt the man in the nose.
*CRACK!*
His nose breaks on Impact, but Mortimer is hardier than expect, rearing back himself and headbutting her, smashing their foreheads together and causing both to stumble back slightly, though, neither is willing to give up their grip on the pipe.
"I'm gonna take that top hat and shove it up your ass, you piece of shit!" she growls as she pulls the pipe, overpowering the man's strength as she grabs his neck with her other hand, forcing him to the floor backwards.
She then drops a knee to his face, breaking his cheekbone and finally getting him to relinquish his grip on the pipe. She raises it and brings the metal down on his knee's, destroying both of them before she moves onto his arms.
*CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!*
By the time Johanna had come out of her enraged state, Mortimer was nothing but a bleeding pile of blood, flesh, shit, and piss. She drops the pipe to the floor and spits on the corpse, climbing back up through the storm drain and back to the bathing area. "Chau." she mutter as she exits.
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Chapter 384: Major surprise...
Boone wasn't all that surprised when Johanna returned without Mortimer, though the news of his death was a pleasant one. Someone who engaged in cannibalism, and sought to encourage others to follow the same path must be exterminated with extreme prejudice.
Fortunately, most of the other members of the White Glove Society disavow Mortimer and his actions completely, giving the group way to arrest him and hopefully stop their reputation from being pulled through the mud (too much).
Once Johanna returns covered in mud, water, and blood. The group head back up to the hotel room so Boone can put his armour back on and get ED-E, not to mention grab all the bags they'd left in there.
Once done, they take the jar containing the Major's head and exit the Ultra-Lux, walking towards the NCR embassy as they go. Johanna and Christine give him questioning looks as he throws his hunting rifle and Anti-Material rifle on his back, while only the latter seem concerned as he puts his First Recon beret on. Fortunately, neither mention it and they go about their business.
A few people stare at them as they pass, but Boone isn't really concerned... Though, by the time they reach the embassy itself he questions the two women, "I don't think they will allow you inside with those masks..."
...
The two women touch their faces and only now realise they'd still been wearing the masks the whole time. "Huh, I'd forgotten they were even there." Johanna mutters, taking the mask off and causing Boone to gape at her.
Long black hair, dark brown eyes, tanned skin that's marred with a few visible scars... Just as Afton had described. Though, instead of a Vaultsuit, she's still wearing the tuxedo from the Ultra-Lux. "Tamia?" he questions, causing the woman to go still.
"Do you know me?" she asks, wondering if Boone was someone from her forgotten past.
He shakes his head, "Not personally but," he glances at 'Christine', "That would make you, Veronica, right?"
Veronica shrugs and takes off her mask, "Either you're really good at magic tricks, or you know things you shouldn't... Either way, I wanna know." she says, a small, cheeky smirk spreading across her face.
"Well, a friend of mine has been looking for you... Afton Parker." he says, taking a small degree of amusement from the way the woman's eyes bulge at the name.
"You know Afton?! How is he? Where is he? Why is he-" she stops herself short, she didn't know if Afton had revealed their origins to 'Squinty', but it was best left unsaid, especially now that they were literally standing next to the NCR embassy.
Tamia raises a brow, "You know Afton? Huh, seems like that kid gets around..." she mutters, not having expected her companion to be personally involved with the kid that'd helped her months ago.
"What? Why does everyone know how Afton is but me!? I should be the first one to know!" she exclaims, catching a few irritated glares from nearby NCR personnel. She sheepish scratches the back of her head before refocussing on her companions, "I'm his big sister, I should at least be aware that he's out in the Wasteland!"
"Sister?" Boone blurts out, not having heard of such a relation beforehand... He'd just assumed she was an ex-girlfriend or cousin. "He hadn't mentioned that..."
Veronica shakes her head in exasperation, "Of course he didn't... Well, where is he? I doubt you'd be running an errand for him on the other side of the Mojave."
Boone gestures back in the direction of the casino's, "He's in Gomorrah right now..." he mutters, wondering if Afton would appreciate the misunderstanding this would no doubt create.
"HE'S WHAT!? That little-, he better not be doing what I think he's doing!" she exclaims with righteous indignation.
"Veronica, relax... Who cares if he wants to spend time with some paid company?" Tamia chides from the side.
"I care! Women like that aren't good enough for him! And who knows what kinds of things he'll catch from them!?"
Boone coughs into his fist, deciding to save Afton some effort, "You misunderstand... He's in Gomorrah's gathering intelligence. Specifically, your location, and the location of a man in a checkered suit."
"Benny." Tamia spits, the venom in her voice only matched by her seething look. At Boone's raised brow, she decides to illuminate him on the topic, "We were only in the Ultra-Lux to find out where that rat-bastard was... Getting caught up in... That." she gestures at the jar wrapped in cloth that Boone was holding, "Was entirely unintentional. At least things turned out okay, I'm actually looking forwards to seeing the kid again."
Veronica beams, "Oh! Can we surprise him? I can't wait to see the look on his face!"
Boone shrugs, "Whatever bottle's your cap, let's finish our current job first though, bet there'll be a reward in it for us."
The girls nod and the trio enter inside the embassy, walking towards the receptionist who looks at them disinterestedly. "State your name, and the purpose of your visit." she drawls, all the while munching on some chewing gum.
Boone doesn't address her attitude and instead drops the jar onto her desk, "I'd like to report a crime." he states as he raises the cloth, revealing the severed head.
"EEEEEEIIIIIKKKK!" the receptionist falls backwards off of her chair with a yelp, the other military personnel looking over and immediately going on high alert when they spot the jar. It wouldn't be the first time the Legion had sent the severed heads of their allies back to them to demoralise the men.
"Stop! Don't take another step or we'll shoot!" One of the military police shout, pointing a pistol in their direction.
Boone slowly raises his hands and gestures at his beret, "Do you know what this means? Obviously not since you're still pointing your weapon at me. Means I've served the NCR most of my life, probably longer than you've been able to speak, put the gun down, recruit." he growls out, the younger soldier hesitantly doing so, but still keeping it at the ready in case Boone does show to be at threat.
"We've just come from the Ultra-Lux where we discovered this, the severed head of Major Lowell Thompson Jr. I would've brought the rest of his body with us, by most of it has been cut up into bite-sized chunks for the cannibals in the casino to eat."
...
The receptionist slowly gets to her feet, and exits the room, eventually coming back and addressing them, "Ambassador Crocker would like to see you..."
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