Deciding that this method of getting him alone isn't working, Tamia decides another angle... She steps forwards and slowly leans towards Benny, the man being unable to back away due to the bodyguards behind him. "I actually want to talk about the You-Know-What, that belongs to You-Know-Who... I don't think you want your 'friends' to be listening in."
Benny purses his lips at this, suddenly feeling like he wasn't the most devious person in the room... What did this gal want from him? It obviously wasn't the more 'physical' side of things, nor did she seem to care about him shooting her... Maybe a partnership is what she wanted? She must know that she'd never get out alive if she killed him, even in a private room.
Plus, if word got around that he was scared of some girl, people would quickly be trying to take his position as leader of the Tops... That simply couldn't be allowed to happen, for his lavish lifestyle, as well as his future plans.
"Err..." he looks at his bodyguards, "You fella's stay here... Me and the gal gotta 'talk' in private, and relax, I'll pay her properly afterwards." he gives a stiff joke before nodding at Tamia and heading for a large elevator at the side of the room. "This leads to the VIP suit, we can talk in private there..." he says, pulling out a key and inserting it in a slot before calling the elevator.
Afton and the others watch as Tamia gives them a small nod and enters the elevator together with Benny. They knew that since she failed to properly seduce him, they'd probably have to intervene at some point... Hopefully just killing the bodyguards now stationed at the elevator doors would be enough to get Tamia out. The subsequent gunfight might just attract the attention of everyone on the strip.
Tamia allows Benny to step out of the elevator first, making sure to keep him in her eye-line in case he tries anything. The man however doesn't seem to care about her presence, instead just walking over to the bar, pouring himself a drink and sitting down.
"You want one? Some of these are even older than the strip itself-"
"Shut it and stop with the bullshit, let's get to the point. I don't wanna wait around here all day." she states, allowing some of her anger to shine through her facade.
He stills for a moment before slowly nodding, sipping his drink, "Before we start... I gotta ask, how is it that you're still living?"
Tamia walks over and takes a seat at the opposite end of the bar from Benny, "A creepy-cowboy-robot dug me out of the grave and handed me to a doctor."
Benny's posture straightens at this, "Robot? What kind are we talkin'?"
Tamia sends a meaningful smirk at him, "The 'Strip' kind."
Benny almost drops his drink at this, "Oh god, oh shit, oh fuck!... T-that means he's on to me... Oh, fuck! That's what I get for thinkin' I was clever!"
"What do you mean? 'Onto you?' What're you planning?" she asks, taking in his panic with a great deal of satisfaction.
"The chip... House needs it, and I've been tryin' ta' figure out what for. That immortal robot-overlord doesn't have the strip in his best interests."
Tamia scoffs, "And you do?"
Benny scowls at her, "You know nothin' about me, baby."
"I know you're willing to shoot a woman in the face to get what you want. Doesn't paint a good picture, does it?" she retorts, her anger seeping through.
"I don't care what you think of me, I did what I had to." he leans forwards almost causing Tamia to shoot him dead, "Between you and me? I think House doesn't care for either side of this war, I think he's plannin' something bigger... Crazier. Even if you manage to kill me, it'll be your head that rolls next, not from my guys, but from House." he states.
"What does the chip do?" she asks, wanting to know what to do with it once she kills this clown.
Benny pours himself another drink and sips it, "No idea... Well, I know it has information in it, but, I can't find a computer or port that'll take it. Needs specialized machinery I'd bet..." he pauses and locks eyes with her, "Look. I've been straight up with you, so maybe you can do the same... How's this gonna swing? Which way is the wind gonna blow?"
Tamia raises a brow, "I think you know exactly how this is gonna go. I've never been the forgiving sort, Benny." he spits, the tension in the room rising considerably at her words.
He finishes his drink, "I ain't gonna go out like some jerk, lady." he says, tossing the glass at her before throwing himself over the counter.
Tamia immediately bursts into action, pulling the revolver out of her waistband and firing at him, the shots clipping the counter and causing woodchips to fly up in the air. There's a spray of blood that peppers the bottles of alcohol on the shelves behind the bar, but by the way Benny's still moving, it wasn't fatal.
"You're fucking dead Benny! Paybacks a bitch, and I'm the biggest bitch of them all!" she shouts, continuing to fire on his position.
*Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Click!*
The sound of her running out of bullets was music to Benny's ears, but when he stands to shoot her he's struck in the face... Tamia had thrown her empty revolver at him, dazing him slightly and allowing her to lunge at him.
She smashes the back of his head against the shelves containing the bottles of alcohol, causing liquids to spray everywhere and glass shards to cut both of them. The pain of combining cuts and alcohol isn't enough to stop her though, she slams his wrist against the shelf, causing the gun to go flying out of his hand.
Benny, finally regaining his bearing, panics at the loss of his weapon and grabs the nearest thing available... The expensive bottle of when shatters against Tamia's temple, almost knocking her out cold, but her sheer rage at the man allows her to remain focussed. Again, she knocks the weapon out of his hand, headbutts him in the face and grabs her own bottle, slamming it into his forehead.
The broken bottle causes long bloody lines to form on his face, but she isn't done yet. She thrusts the glass into his stomach, getting him to release an ugly, pained sound. He tries to fight back, but the accumulating injuries stifle his ability to fend her off.
Tamia was simply stronger than him, more experienced, and more driven. She throws him back over the counter, picking up his dropped gun and slowly walking over to him as he bleeds out on the suite floor. "Think shooting me was worth it now? Asshole."
Benny holds his stomach, the bullet and glass shards having done catastrophic damage to his internal organs, he coughs out a spray of blood onto the floor next to him and looks at her, "Lady, you're so done. My guys will hear this, the whole casino will... You-argh... You ain't gettin' out here alive..."
She chuckles at him, "You're pathetic, I'd castrate you but I don't think you'd live through it." she spits, placing a heavy foot on his stomach and causing him to groan in agony, the glass shards piercing him penetrating deeper.
Tamia smiles down at him, "But you know what they say, baby... You're Ring-a-Ding-Dead, bitch."
"Lame." Benny groans out, but isn't able to do anything as she points his favoured 9mm at his head.
"Fuck off."
*Bang!*
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Tamia had been in the VIP suite with Benny for a couple minutes now, and the whole team on the first floor were itching to get some action... To be honest, the bodyguards Benny had left looked the same, but Afton doubted this'd be the case once the bullets started flying.
"Think she can handle this?" he quietly asks, looking to Veronica.
Veronica shrugs, "Probably? That girl is pretty tough, and sadistic when she needs to be... It's kinda scary sometimes..." she admits.
Karl chuckles while folding his hand in their game of Blackjack, "Sounds like someone I know." she states, sending a pointed glance at Afton.
Afton just shakes his head, "When needs must, right? You can't tell me I was wrong in any-"
*Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang*
The sound of distant gunfire sounds out, and the group are already fully aware of where it was coming from. Afton nods at his companions and gets up from the table, leaving the caps and giving the dealer a nod.
The bodyguards were currently trying to call down the VIP elevator in order to assist their boss, unfortunately for them, they wouldn't be leaving the first floor... Ever.
[John Wick Style is in effect]
Once he'd walked to their position he grabs his Proton axes and ignites them, lunging into the group and slicing them all to shreds. Limbs fly off left and right, and the bodyguards aren't even able to get off a single shot as Afton dismembers and kills them.
As Afton had attacked, the others had begun to kick over nearby tables and pull them together to create a makeshift barricade, after this, they begin to shoot at the gangsters looking to assist the bodyguards against Afton.
*Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang!*
People start dropping dead, the gangsters held no caution for the regular gamblers and simply attempted to fire through them in order to reach their targets. People scream and retreat, but Afton's group held their position against the gangsters.
By this time Afton had already eliminated all of Benny's bodyguards and was now throwing their dropped weapons at his own group, he hadn't been able to sneak in that many guns, but now everyone would be able to fight.
He himself was forced to leap behind an upturned poker table as bullets start flying in his direction, pulling out his Fallen Ranger Sequoia and That Gun to retaliate. "Nyx, how many hostiles approaching?"
"Fifty men are coming towards your location, fifty more are coming down from the higher floors." the robotic voice sounds out loud enough for his companions to hear.
"Looks like we're gonna be here a while." Afton jovially says, as if they weren't getting shot at.
"Recommendation; sneak away." Nyx states, but Afton ignores her for now.
"Is it always like this with you guys?" Veronica asks as she blindly fires over the table, and judging by a pained shout, she'd actually managed to hit someone.
Karl shrugs, "I guess so, most things we do usually end in a gunfight... It's just the Mojave way I suppose."
"Less talking, not enough shooting." Afton says as he peeks over the barricade and fires both pistols at the gangsters, killing a couple before he's forced back into cover.
"You fuckers aren't gettin' out here alive! The NCR and Big man's robots are waiting right outside for yeah!" one of the leaders of the gangsters shout.
"Well, that is a pickle..." Afton says semi-sarcastically. "Alright!! Here's the deal you two-bit-thug-gangster-ripoffs! You all put your guns to your temples and kill yourselves, while we go outside and claim it was a mass suicide... Deal?"
*Bang!*
A bullet smashes through the top of the thick wooden table they were using as cover and covers Afton in wood chips. "Fuck off, you fuckin' idiot!"
Afton smirks, "Alright, I was being nice but if you insist!" he states, getting up from his position and using VATS to stop time and allow him to target those who are most threatening. Small arms fire wouldn't be able to pierce their make-shift barricade, but rifles and heavy calibre pistols would... Fortunately, there seems to be a rule for casinos against carrying such armaments, meaning only a few had rifles.
He turns off VATS while utilising [Danger Sense] to avoid any damage while unloading his revolvers at his unfortunate targets, causing spurts of blood to escape their foreheads as they drop lifelessly to the ground.
Of course, the surrounding Gangsters notice this and throw themselves behind cover in order to escape a similar fate. Some doing so while shouting, "Fuck, it's him! That fuckin' bounty hunter!"
"Haha! You guys know me then!?" Afton shouts over the gunfire, dropping below cover again to reload his guns.
"Kill that psycho fuck!"
"No, you do it! I'm not going anywhere near that creep!"
"Stop arguing and fuckin' shoot at them, idio-" *Thud* one of the men are cut off as he's shot dead but one of Afton's companion, causing panic to quickly overtake the gangsters.
"Hell! I'm not dying for this shit!"
Afton does his best to audibly loud over the firefight, "I'm going to skin you cunts and wear it after this! I'll make you watch as I dance around your skinless bloody bodies!"
"WHAT THE FUCK!"
"FUCK THIS! I'M OUT! YOU CAN HANDLE THIS YOURSELVES!"
At Afton's 'threat', a few gangsters immediately leave. Though, Afton's threat wouldn't have been taken all that seriously were it not for the fact that none of his friends had actually been hurt yet, while a large number of the Tops men were dead.
Veronica sends a glare at Afton, "You better not be doing that..."
Afton shrugs, "Course not, who do you think I am... It's just a scare tactic, you know?"
Veronica just shakes her head and continues firing.
[Checkered Mate : assist the courier; Complete!]
Fortunately, it seems like they didn't have to wait around for much longer, as the elevator to the VIP suite was finally coming down.
*Ding!*
The doors open, revealing Tamia stepping out covered in blood that most likely wasn't her own... Though, one side of her head was slowly dripping red, meaning that she might have a concussion or similar injury. She looks around for a moment before raising her gun and firing at the gangsters, throwing herself over the railing and behind cover with the rest of Afton's group.
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