Kapitel 220: Vengeance!
Emory's eyes widen to an almost comical degree when Afton speaks. The door hadn't opened, and they were on the highest floor of the building, so scaling up it would've been incredibly difficult, not to mention loud enough for the guards to notice. "A-Afton? How are you... Why are you here?"
Afton just shrugs, "Your men let me through, as to why I'm here? We have some matters to speak on." he says, walking over and sitting in the chair opposite Emory. "How are things going with the Kings?" he asks, deciding to try and relax the man before he puts a bullet through his brain.
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Emory taps the desk nervously, Afton now well aware of the metallic sound the man's right-hand makes as it does so. "The Kings? Doing fine. No problems apart from the few unruly ones unwilling to grant a modicum of control to someone else."
Afton nods, "Best just to deal with them how I did."
Emory shakes his head, "Not all of us can go straight to shooting people who cause trouble Afton, the NCR have rules about this sort of thing."
Afton can't help but send a smile at him, though it doesn't reach his eyes. "They do? What are the rules on firing upon women and children then?"
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"Excuse me?" Emory asks, trying to put up a confused facade, but Afton could tell the man was read to start fighting.
Afton leans forwards and grabs Emory's right hand to stop him from pulling it back, *Clack*, the sound of metal lets both men know that the jig is up. "Youknow, I was wondering where I could get myself one of those arms, after losing mine it's been terribly uncomfortable." he says while squeezing the arm, causing the machinery to creak under the pressure.
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"Enough. What do you want?" Emory asks, wishing to cut to the chase.
Afton scoffs, "What do I want? Shouldn't you know already? I want to go back in time and stop your bullet from penetrating her skull. I want to climb up to that perch you were hiding you cowardly ass on and beat you to death before you killed one of the only people I truly cared about." he says, letting go of the arm and slamming the table with his fist.
Emory has a look of recognition overtake him, "It's you?"
Afton nods, "What? Can't recognise the boy you orphaned? Heh, seems about right. Probably not even the first time you've done something similar for your military overlords."
"The attack on Helios One wasn't my idea. Even if it was, we never intended to hurt any non-combatants!"
"BULLSHIT!" Afton shouts, "does the NCR always fire upon retreating men, women and children!? Helios One was yours! And yet you decided to try and annihilate everyone! Where were your rules and regulations at that moment!? Exactly! There were none! You fuckers just hide behind the pretence of being more civilised than the rest of us, all the while breaking your laws when it's fucking convenient for you!"
Emory scowls, "What do you want me to say!? That I didn't want to do it? That I repeatedly asked our commander whether or not to fire upon you? I followed orders like a good soldier." he states.
"I don't want you to say anything you piece of shit, I just want you to understand why I'm going to fucking kill you!" Afton shouts in the man's face, spittle flying out without care.
Emory's body tenses at this, and both men don't move, instead just daring the other to try...
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Sweat forms on Emory's brow, flowing down his cheek and eventually dripping off of his chin onto the floor. Once he hears it hit the ground he throws himself behind the table while grabbing his chair and throwing it at Afton.
Afton roars and he kicks the piece of furniture, shattering it into a million different pieces while drawing That Gun from his hip, he leans over the desk to get a shot at Emory but finds the heavy oak desk lift off of the floor and slam him in the chin and chest.
He almost loses grip of his weapon from the sudden surprising assault, but grits his teeth and squeezes the weapon as hard as he can. The table traps his leg under it as Emory jumps into action, raising his revolver to Afton's head and preparing to fire.
Afton quickly swipes his arm at it, redirecting the barrel enough for the bullet to whistle through his hair. Emory steps out of Afton's reach and fires a couple more shots, but is shocked when Afton blocks the bullets with his gun, returning fire and shooting Emory in the chest twice.
Emory stumbles back in pain but continues firing, emptying all the ammo in his revolver. Afton upon seeing this kicked his leg out as hard as possible, sending the heavy oak desk in-front of him to take the brunt of the damage.
The bullets pierced through his make-shift cover, but the wood was enough to divert them in random directions, luckily not hitting Afton. The splinters caused by it did rain upon his body though, a few hitting him in the face.
He gives another kick to the almost completely decimated desk and sends it flying back at Emory as the man tries to reload his weapon. Revolvers were famed for their durability and stopping power, not their ease of reloading them.
The impact of the table almost sent the man out of the window, he managed to recover but lost his grip on his weapon in a panic, leaving him weaponless.
Afton could hear people shouting from behind the door, clearly the NCR guards had heard their scuffle, but he was sure they wouldn't get through the door before he was done with Emory. He briskly walked towards the man who seemed almost resigned at this point.
Afton grabbed the man's cybernetic arm after shooting him in the shoulder to keep him down, placing a foot on Emory's chest while pulling as hard as he could t remove it.
The sound of flesh slowly tearing filled the room, and Afton wrenched one last time and found himself in possession with one cybernetic arm... At the base wires and metal were still connected with flesh that'd apparently been pulled away with it.
However, one thing certainly caught Afton's attention... Hidden in the bicep of the arm was a grenade... That had its pin pulled. He looks up at Emory who now had an incredibly smug look on his face.
"If I'm going down, I'm taking you with me!" he shouts, not even bothering to try and shield himself from the eventual explosion.
*BOOOOOOM!*
Afton wasn't even able to process what was happening when the grenade exploded, the shrapnel completely eviscerating him, tearing his body apart as it was sent flying out of the window to alleyway below.
AUTORENGEDANKEN 
Niggross
Niggross Ya bois, bad luck on the Cybernetic arm... Smart though, Cyberntics are incredibly rare and valuable, so booby trapping it with a kind of Dead Man Switch.
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