Capítulo 67: I came, for a fuckin' shootout!
It wasn't long before people learned to only come to Afton if you were dying or dead. Those that'd received his services swore to never return again. This was unexpectedly a boon as the Powder Gangers were now determined to stay healthy to avoid him.
Even the most unhygienic picked up a toothbrush every now and then, of course, showers were out of the question due to water being hard enough to come by as it is. Though, with the land being so dry the only thing that sullied their clothes was dust and blood.
Supplies were still a problem in the prison, there hadn't been another NCR caravan since the one that was heading for Sloan, and the group saw to it at they didn't make it to their destination. The lack of food and water had some people already jumping ship and trying to create their own gangs.
Eddie had already sent out a couple of people to deal with these troublemakers, but everyone who went either died or came back empty-handed. Seeing no other option, he turned to Karl for help.
This is where Afton found himself, sitting at the bar with Karl as the man looked around in irritation for Tommy and the rest of the guys. No one had seen them anywhere, and the duo was wondering if they'd left too.
Regardless, after a day of looking and not finding them, Karl had given up. Wherever they were, they better not show up in front of him otherwise they were getting a smack, or perhaps even a bullet.
In the end, Karl and Afton left without the others, the latter was wary of trying to apprehend the rogue gang members with just two people, but Karl shrugged him off while telling him it was fine.
"So, who're we going after anyway?" Afton asks as the tread over a sandy hill.
"Some guy named Chavez, just up and left with his posse and started raiding civilian caravans in our territory. We'll probably have to put him down." Karl says simply.
"Think we'll be able to take them? He's got a whole gang behind him and its just us two..."
Karl shrugs, "We'll manage, I've already got a plan brewin'."
The duo walk for a couple of hours between the places Chivez and his gang were last seen, eventually spotting the group making camp under some derailed train cargo. They hadn't noticed Karl or Afton yet as they were using a ridge for cover, Afton didn't really know how they were going to deal with the gang... There were five people, all with guns strapped to their sides and harsh looks on their faces.
"What now?" Afton asks, glancing at Karl while already fingering his Laser pistol.
Karl gives a sly smile and nods at them, "You go talk to 'em and keep them distracted, I'll circle round and flank 'em."
...
"Do you want me dead or something? How'd you know they won't just start shooting at me?" he asks in disbelief.
"I know these fellers, they ain't ones to fire first, 'specially if you're wearin' that jacket." Karl remarks, gesturing towards the Powder Ganger jacket Afton had tied around his waist.
"You'll be fine kid, if you think you're in trouble just spit at the floor, that'll be the signal for me to start shooting." he says.
Afton just shakes his head and sighs, "Fine, but I get first dibs on the loot." he says before beginning to walk over to the gang.
They don't notice him until he was halfway there, they all immediately stand and start fingering their weapons. Afton keeps his stride, posture, and expression relaxed as to not cause a firefight.
"Hold up there boy, what's a fellow Ganger want with us?" one of the men asks aggressively.
"Man, shut your mouth, don't you know who this is?" another who seems to have Mexican heritage cuts in and Afton's eyes widen at them.
"You?" he asks, having not expected one of his patients to turn up in this situation...
"Yeah Doc, you remember me? You must've, ripping out someone's teeth ain't somethin' you forget easily." the Mexican man with the almost stereo-typical moustache says. "So what you here for, boy?"
Afton glances at the men who seem to have relaxed slightly at the revalation, "I'm looking for a man named Chivez." he says, causing the Mexican man to tense up.
"I'm Chivez, don't tell me they sent you out here to die like the others? Killin' my saviour ain't something I'm partial to." he admits. with a frown.
Afton slowly shakes his head, "Eddie just wanted me to tell you all to rejoin the group, you're raiding in our territory after all." he explains.
"Yeah, I heard this song and dance before, the others who asked are all dead..." he says, tension in the air rising yet again at the veiled threat.
"I don't really care if you come back or not, I'll just tell Eddie what I heard and he'll do what needs to be done later... Just consider me the messenger boy." Afton says, cold sweat starting to form on the back of his neck.
Chivez scowls, "What if I don't want Eddie to hear from us?" he says, looking ready to draw on Afton at any moment.
"Then we'll be at an impasse." Afton says, spitting on the floor as naturally as he can manage, feeling like some kind of 1960's cowboy.
"I think its time for us to partways boy, cuz you ain't leavin' this-"
*BANG!*
Suddenly a gunshot echoed through the area, Chivez head exploding into red mist mid sentence. His body drops to the floor lifelessly as the others quickly look around for where the shot had come from.
Afton was in VATS as soon as he heard the gunshot, of the four surviving men, only one seemed to be drawing their gun while looking at him... He selected the man's chest and used all of his Action Points on it.
Afton's body moved on its own, drawing his Laser pistol so fast it seemed inhuman, two laser beams hit the man's chest causing him to stumble, the third just missing.
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Capítulo 68: Bullet for a bullet
The laser beams left black marks on the man's chest, his clothing scorched away leaving blackened flesh behind. He wasn't dead though, he still attempted to raise his gun, Afton's VATS wasn't over though.
*PEW, PEW, PEW, PEW*
With a good deal of his chest turned to ash, the man dropped to the floor lifelessly. Afton uses VATS again to survey the area, the remaining three gang members were all shooting up towards the top of the derailed cargo train, Afton was able to get a glimpse of Karl's Stenton cowboy hat as a bullet whizzed over it, the man frozen in time as he was dropping into cover.
He takes a good long look at the enemy before releasing VATS, he was out of action points and would have to do this manually.
*PEW, PEW, PEW*
He begins firing away, some missing while others hit non-vital area's. He drips behind a large rock for cover as the gang members turn towards him. The sound of bullets whizzing past as they try their hardest to hit him or Karl.
Karl isn't able to get anymore shots off as they continually fire at his position, Afton did his best to draw their attention away but one of the enemies was able to keep him suppressed by firing non-stop with their 9mm pistol.
Soon enough they stop shooting at Karl's position and start advancing on Afton, two sprint up in attempt to catch him off guard and put a bullet in his skull. Afton fires a couple shots off as they advanced, hitting one in the chest and causing him to fall backwards.
As the other gets close he lunges at them, pushing their 9mm away, causing them to pull the trigger and fire into the air uselessly.
A punch hits Afton's stomach and causes him to drop his weapon, but he retaliates with a headbutt, using the distraction to grab their gun with both hands and force them to release it.
*BANG!*
The trademark sound of Karl's gun going off seals the fate of another former-Powder Ganger. The man currently wrestling with Afton reaching behind him and pulls out a rusty-looking kitchen knife, attempting to plunge it into his gut.
Afton bends forwards while locking the man's arm in place, barely stopping the knife from piercing his stomach, he sweeps the man's leg and slams the man's arm against his knee, completely dislocating the elbow as a loud *Crack!* sounds out.
Picking up the knife Afton thrusts it into the man's throat, finally ending their life. He takes a moment to recover but doesn't realise there is one guy left... He hears the sound of a gun being cocked and looks up, spotting the man he'd hit earlier with his Laser pistol pointing a revolver at him.
*BANG!**BANG!*
Two gun shots go off, one killing the last gang member and the other sending a bullet through Afton's shoulder. He falls onto his back as blood gushes from the wound, momentarily thinking about ignoring it and bleeding out.
The sound of feet running on sand can be heard and Karl leans next to him with a worried look, "You alright kid?!" he quickly asks, looking at the hole in his recon armour that's slowly straining red with blood.
"... Probably?" he mutters semi-sarcastically.
Karl breaths a sigh of relief and sits him up, "Alright kid, let's get you fixed up. Can't have you losin' too much blood, we still need to carry all this stuff back." he says as he unclasps and unzips the recon armour to gain access to the injury.
Afton groans, in pain, "Is the bullet still in me?" he asks, not able to see if he has an exit wound on his back.
Karl shakes his head, "We'll take it out when we get back." he says as he wraps Afton's arm up after cleaning it with alcohol.
They slowly begin looting the area, finding a good amount of ammo and food, not much water but that's to be expected. They pack up all the weaponry the gang members had on them and loot the corpses, finding a good amount of caps that they split in between each other.
The feeling of a hundred caps sitting in his pocket almost outweighs the pain pulsing from his shoulder. Karl packs up the bloodied NCRCF uniforms belonging to the gang members and they head back.
Chivez head had exploded so they'd use the uniforms as proof of his death, isn't much else they could do besides that. Eddie knew Karl wouldn't lie about something like this either.
Afton fingered the new .357 revolver on his hip, unlike the last one he'd found, this one hadn't been damaged by an explosion. It was in relatively good condition, and he was going to use the better condition parts from the damaged one to improve this one.
He played the New Vegas Radio on his Pipboy as they walked back to the prison, enjoying the old songs he'd never heard before. Though, after an hour he could already tell that the radio station didn't have many songs available, the same songs having already been played a few times over...
Once back Karl immediately left to tell Eddie that Chivez had been dealt with. Afton took a seat where he usually operated on people who needed it, applying pressure to his shoulder that was still thrumming with pain.
He took out some MED X and injected it into his shoulder, the powerful painkiller causing him to sigh as the pain washed away. He unwrapped the bandages and started going through his wound with a pair of sterilized tweezers, looking around for the bullet that was presumably still lodged in his body.
Blood gushed from his body and he was having no luck, he wasn't good enough with medicine yet to get a bullet out of himself, so he just stuffed some gauze into it and waited for Karl, the man said he'd do it when they got back so hopefully he'd know what he was doing.
Time froze abruptly and Afton was confused to see the notification,
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