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Chapter 382: A head for problems

Boone glowers down at the chef, "You will answer all my questions, or I will punish you... Do you understand?" The chef quickly nods and Boone continues, "Who are you, and what group do you belong to?"

"P-Philippe... My name is Philippe and I belong to the W-White Glove Society."

"Huh, so that's what they're called..." Christine mutters, "People were awfully cagey about actually speaking their name..."

Boone nods, "There's good reason for that... Apparently they engaged in cannibalism." he turns to Phillippe, "You wouldn't happen to know anything like that, would you?"

The man pales, "I-I D-D-Don't know what you're talkin-"

Boone interrupts him by turning on the gas hob of the grill and dragging the man to his feet, despite his protestations he's unable to stop Boone as Philippe's face is pressed against the fire, severely burning his cheek.

Christine has fortunately shut the door, otherwise, the man's screams of agony might've been heard throughout the Ultra-Lux...

Boone tosses the man to the ground again and kneels next to him, "Do I have to remind you? You are in no position to lie to me... I can tell when you're lying, Philippe, so unless you want to find yourself castrated and hung on a hook along with the Brahmin carcasses, you will speak, Truthfully... Do you understand?"

"Y-yes! Sir!" Philippe yelps, completely terrified at this point.

Boone nods, thanking his past self for observing Afton's interrogations up until this point. "I will ask again. And you will answer, correctly, this time. Did the White Glove Society engage in cannibalism?"

...

"Yes..."

Boone's look soured at this, and he was sure Johanna and Christine weren't looking so great under their masks either. "Have they practised cannibalism recently?"

Philippes eye's flitter to the side for a moment as he answers, "N-No..."

Boone scowls and sends a glance to Johanna, he kicks the man in the face and pulls his arm taut, resting it on the counter. Johanna wastes no time and slams the cleaver down, severing four fingers in one fell swoop.

Yet again, Philippe screams. But by this point it'd become background noise for them, somehow less annoying than what tinnitus was supposed to be. "I will ask again, and you will answer again, differently, unless you like having stumps for hands." Boone growls out, "Has the White Glove Society recently engaged in cannibalism?"

"Y-yes..."

"Who? Was it everyone, or just a single person?"

"M-Mortimer..."

"And?" Boone asks, knowing that there were probably more.

"I-I... A chef needs to taste his food to-"

*SMACK!*

Johanna kicks the man in the ribs, "You sick bastard. Eating PEOPLE?! You're monstrous!" she exclaims.

Boone himself feels slightly green at this, but shakes his head and recomposes himself, "Who have you eaten?" he asks, wanting to know who the victims are.

"O-Only one person... Mortimer wants to bring back cannibalism to the rest of the Society, but he and I are..."

"Who did you kill?"

"I-I don't know... He... Bits of him are still in the fridge... He was quite a large man, too large for us to eat entirely..."

Christine has apparently heard enough, leaning over the sink and raising her mask slightly as she vomits the contents of her stomach.

"Show me." Boone asks, though you could audibly hear how sickened he was in his voice alone.

Philippe slowly gets up while holding is bloody hand and walks into the fridge, gesturing out a plastic box hiding in the corner which contained many plastic sealed pieces of flesh. If Boone didn't know any better, he'd say it was Brahmin or something similar, not human flesh... He'd never been more thankful to have eaten elsewhere at this moment.

Behind the plastic box was a jar with brine... Inside... Was a human head. Once Boone actually recognised...

"Major Lowell Thompson Jr... You killed, and ate, an NCR Major..." Boone mutters in disbelief, it just didn't make sense, if they were going to cannibalise people, why do it to one of the most conspicuous people in the Mojave?

"W-WHO?!?" Philippe yelps, clearly not having realised how much they'd fucked up.

"One of the most well-regar-" Boone stops himself at that, Lowell wasn't 'regarded' well perse... His tactics and methods worked, at the cost of his own men's lives. "Well-known people in the Mojave, and you butchered and ate him..."

"Oh god, oh god, oh god, OH GOD!" Philippe begins muttering while holding his head, not minding his bleeding hand.

Boone looks over to Johanna and Christine, "That leaves us with what to do... Should we kill Mortimer and leave, or bring Lowell's head to the NCR embassy?"

Both girls look thoughtful at this... Both would most likely lead to Mortimer's death, but the former option would make it so much more personal.

Of course, there was always a third option.

The two women nod at one another and explain their choice to 'Squinty', all the while, Philippe appeared to be having a mental breakdown.

Once the group decide what they're going to do, Johanna raises the cleaver and cuts down at Philippe's neck, killing the man instantly. No one had any sympathy for a cannibal, even if he seemed 'slightly' reluctant.

With the chef dead, all that was left was to deal with Mortimer. Boone picks up the jar containing Lowell's and covers it with a cloth. Once done, they make their way back up through the hallways and into the main Ultra-Lux venue.

After that, it isn't hard to find where Mortimer is... The man had very pale, white skin with a gaudy moustache and a huge top hat. He was currently sitting behind a desk, serving people who needed assistance.

The group walk up and Boone takes his mask off while addressing the man, "Mortimer, you are under arrest for the murder, and cannibalism of Major Lowell Thompson Jr, refusal to comply will result in your immediate execution."

At his words, the entire room goes silent and looks on curiously at what Mortimer might have to say.

Mortimer's eyes widen at this, "W-what? What evidence do you have? I don't think you are even who you purport to be!"


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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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