Chapitre 569: Smash and Grab
[John Wick Style] is in effect!
While the BOS were running around like headless chickens, Afton was enlarging his plant arm to prepare for an attack... A couple of seconds pass and he's finally formed a giant tentacle from his right arm, with which he twirls and swings at everyone nearby.
The force of the attack is massive and blows many right off of their feet with large indentations in their armour. The Stealthboy affects your entire body, which makes his plant arm invisible as well, which is kinda broken when you think about it...
*Thud!Thud!Thud!Thud!Thud!*
Hardin is launched backwards into the BOS makeshift wall with a large dent in his chest plate, he didn't know what'd just happened but at least he was still alive... Unbeknownst to him, if it weren't for the presence of other BOS soldiers nearby, Afton would have had no problem morphing his attack into a more lethal variant...
Once Afton's attack is over he swings his arm over his head before launching it at the makeshift wall Hardin was temporarily resting against. The tentacle wraps around the top of it, and once it's secure, Afton gives a grunt as he heaves it backwards with maximum effort!
*SQUEEEEEEEEEEEaaaaak!*
The sound of screaming metal eventually reaching Hardin's stunned state, he looks up and notices the structure that's about to fall on him and scrambles to move... Afton spots this though and pulls even harder than before, finally bringing the thing down.
*CLACK!*
*CRAAASH!*
Dust is kicked up over the area as the thing collapses, but Afton is more interested in whether or not Hardin managed to get away... He waits a couple seconds for it to clear slightly, and eventually spots no sign of Hardin.
Afton grins and morphs his arm back to normal before clapping his hands off, "I'd call that a job well done." he mutters as he's stepping through the rubble in an attempt to find the prison Christine and Veronica were being held.
He was still invisible as he looked, so it wasn't accosted by any of the frantic-looking Brotherhood members who were running from place to place, some were even trying to dig Hardin out, but that'd probably take a day or two considering the sheer amount of material he'd been buried under.
Soon enough, he eventually discovers the holding cells. A hastily constructed building made from scrap-metal and poor-quality concrete. Inside he's immediately greeted by many emaciated people sitting listlessly behind bars, most of which wore NCR clothing.
Afton ignores them as he didn't see anyone familiar and marches through the prison while flashes his Power armour's shoulder light into each cell.
NCR troopers, NCR troopers, NCR troopers... Bandit? Another NCR, NCR... Man Hardin had been busy, hadn't he?... He flashes his light into the next cell and widens his eyes, "Miles?" he unconsciously asks before shaking his head and correcting himself, "Miles Stanton?"
The emaciated figure of his childhood friend slowly looks up from the fetal position he was sitting in on the floor. "W-what is it now?" he asks, annoyed.
Afton leans closer to the cell, "It's me, Afton, I've come to rescue my people that Hardin captured... I'm kinda invisible right now, so... I'm not a ghost if that's what you were thinking." He says semi-sarcastically.
"A-Afton?" Miles tentatively mouths, as if tasting the name as he says it. "Honestly didn't think I'd see you again... How are you?"
Afton shakes his head, "No, no. First, let's talk about why you're in here." he says, wanting to know how someone like Miles was imprisoned.
Miles shrugs, "I... I passed out during a patrol, exhaustion had gotten the better of me... Hardin was sending me and Melissa out almost every day, and most nights as well, leaving us with basically no sleep... When I passed out, he slapped me with 'dereliction', 'disobedience', and 'Abetting and aiding the enemy'... We tried to argue it but, Hardin isn't really in his right mind anymore..."
Afton scowls, "Yeah, I could see that... Was your treatment related to your friendship with me perchance? That cunt seems to have a 'hardin' for me."
Miles gives a low chuckle, "Yeah, something like that... Melissa is probably in a similar situation. She visited me yesterday and she looks terrible, it's only a matter of time before she ends up in the opposite cell." he mutters sadly.
Afton sighs and shakes his head, grabbing the bars of Miles' cell and begins bending them. Miles backs up slightly as he spots hear the metal screaming, and soon enough the bars can't take the te stress anymore and simply snap. He does this a couple more times until there's a hole Miles can barely fit through, "Come on, I'm taking you outta here, and once we're back at my place we'll plan on 'fixing' the Chapter...
Miles squints at him, "And how would you 'fix' it?"
Afton shrugs, "I bring an army, take the people willing to abide by my rules, and leave the rest to live as they are... Unless you have any better ideas?"
Miles shakes his head, "No... I think force is required in this situation." he says as he squeezes out of the cell.
Afton nods and grabs Miles arm before continuing through the prison, eventually spotting the people he'd come for... Veronica was sitting on the floor reading a magazine while Christine was trying to dig through the concrete floor with a spoon...
"*Ahem*" Afton coughs into his fist, drawing the attention of the duo... Obviously, they only see Miles due to Afton's invisibility, but they easily recognise him.
"Miles? You look like shit!" Veronica can't help but address.
Miles shrugs, "Yeah, I know..."
"You two in the cell can be quiet until we get back home... I'm gonna have to think of some creative punishments for you." he says as he begins bending the bars.
Veronica pales slightly, "Afton?"
"The one and only... Now both of you crawl out of there, we need to leave before the BOS composes themselves."
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