Eddie was sitting on the floor behind his upturned desk, warily sending glances at the barricaded door, all the while chewing through his nails so fast that he almost had none left. He hadn't anticipated that the NCR would actually attack them, he knew it couldn't be a coincidence either, they attack while a large portion of his men were out raiding? Bullshit.
There's only one explanation for this, betrayal. Karl, and his new fucking boytoy Afton Parker. They must be responsible for this, they provided the information that had him send his damn men out after all!
Not to mention they'd been attacked the night those two came back, once he got his hands on them he'd use his knife to mash their faces so badly even their mothers wouldn't be able to recognise them!
Eddie glanced at the three other men in the room with him, each held various weapons, A sawn-off shotgun, 9mm submachine gun, and an NCR service rifle. Each also wore bulletproof vests that used to belong to the prison guards. They weren't kitted out like the Brotherhood of Steel, but it was enough to hold back the NCR until the rest of his men returned... Hopefully by then they'd be able to drive these fuckers out.
"Eddie, you think they'll be able to get through the barricade?" one of his men asks warily.
Eddie shakes his head, "Nah, if they try just blast 'em." he confirms, but starts to hear a vague hissing sound... Did someone bring a snake inside?
*BOOM!*
An explosion rocks the building as the desks and other furniture used to barricade the door rockets around the room, peppering two men who weren't in cover and knocking them to the ground with various injuries.
The door was also blown off of its hinges, had Eddie not been behind a desk it would've taken his head off. Eddie shakes his head and takes another dose of Jet before standing and firing his Plasma pistol through the door, the large green projectiles colliding against the walls and floor as there doesn't seem to be anyone in the hallway...
"COME ON YOU FUCKERS! I'M RIGHT HERE! COME GET SOME!" he roars at them, taunting them to show their faces so he could get a clean shot.
The rest of his men slowly get to their feet, but most are disoriented by the earlier explosion and are struggling to quickly recover themselves. A shows itself in the doorway and they all start shooting at it, sadly their reactions times weren't good enough to catch it... Hang on, it seems to have thrown something.
It lands on Eddie's desk and is already hissing, everyone notices t hat its a stick of dynamite with its fuse almost out. All of them had a a lot of experience with this particular weapon, and immediately hit the deck as they wait for the explosion...
While this was happening someone walked through the doorway, it was that fucking Afton kid. They wore the dirty leather suit with metal plates covering it, a holster holding two weapons sitting on his hip along with that strange leather satchel. He seemed to falter midstep before instantly drawing his weapon and putting bullets into two of his men's heads.
Eddie couldn't help but think of how stupid this kid was, didn't he know this place was about to blow?...
...
The stick of dynamite shoulda gone off by now, he was behind the table so he wouldn't get shot, but he only had one man left due to that stupid kid. His bodyguard decided that getting a face full of dynamite was better than getting shot by the kid, standing up and unleashing a spray of bullets from his 9mm submachine gun.
Afton threw himself backwards out of the room as the bullets start flying, sparks let them know that a bullet had been deflected from one of the metal plats he was wearing, hopefully that wasn't the extent of the damage though.
In the hallway Karl gives Afton a hard look, "You alright kid?" he asks while looking him over.
Afton nods, "Yeah, didn't even scratch me." he says but gets cuffed on the ear by the old man.
"That was stupid and reckless, stick with the damn plan for fuck sake." he growled, promising pain if he tried that again. Sure he may have picked off two of Eddie's men, but why risk your life when they literally have an army at their disposal.
Karl looks to one of the NCR soldier who was accompanying them, "You sure you want Eddie alive? Bastards tough enough to deal with even with these restrictions. That dynamite coulda been live and we coulda been headed home."
The soldier nods, "By order of Emil and Hayes, the Powder Gangers aren't just causing trouble here, but further north as well... They're hoping to get some intel about them from this, Eddie."
Afton shakes his head, "There's only one bodyguard left and Eddie, any ideas on how to deal with them?"
Karl sighs as he goes through a couple plans in his head... "That might work" he mutters to himself, pulling out another stick of dynamite and cutting the end off with his knife. The woodchip-like insides drop out into his open palm and he seals it just before all of it is gone.
He does a couple more things to it like forces the fuse into it more so it was guaranteed to blow before handing it to Afton. "It'll explode, but they won't be expecting it." he grins.
Afton nods, lighting the fuse and tosses it in, the dynamite going over the table and landing next to Eddie's foot.
"You think we're fuckin' stupid!?" Eddie shouts, stamping on the dynamite and expecting it to completely crumble underfoot... Paling slightly when he feels something still inside it.
*Bang!*
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*Bang!*
"AAAARRGHHH!" Eddie's horrified and pained scream echoes through the building, the dynamite he'd been stood on had exploded and blown all of his toes off, as well as heavily injuring his foot. To be honest, he was lucky to still have it attached to his leg.
The explosion and subsequent scream had Eddie's bodyguard distracted for a moment, this was quickly taken advantage of when Afton and Karl dashed in, the latter putting a bullet in the man's temple.
Afton quickly hops over the desk, Eddie was holding his foot and still groaning in pain, but had enough awareness to try and point his plasma pistol at him.
Afton used VATS to stop time and aim his strike properly, accurate kicking the gun out of the man's hand and then stamping on his face. "Give up Eddie, you're fucked. If you wanna keep that foot you'll be coming quietly," he states, grinding his shoe on the man's face.
Eddie doesn't say anything and just stays on the ground, holding his mangled foot while tear slip from his face.
Afton turns towards the door and shouts, "Yo, we got your ex-prisoner prisoner here!" he shouts as he starts patting Eddie down for anything good.
He just finds a couple caps and some energy cells, presumably used for ammo for the plasma pistol lying nearby. Afton walks over and picks it up, examining it and nodding to himself... It's in relatively good condition, though it could use a clean and some maintenance.
He spots a few other weapons lying on the ground and takes them as well, the sawn-off shotgun, 9mm submachine gun, and service rifle all being stuffed into his pack. The service rifle is too big to fit inside so he just ties some cord to it and hangs it from his backpack, obviously after he'd taken its magazine out.
There isn't all that much else to loot from the men... Though, that pair of sunglasses does look tempting. He grabs the sunglasses, as well as the Jet Eddie was keeping on him.
Not long after Afton had looted what he wanted NCR soldiers streamed into the room and picked up Eddie before quickly leaving again. Afton and Karl exit the building and are greeted by Emil who gives them satisfied nods. "Don't even know why I bothered sending my own men to this place, coulda just had you two deal with it yourselves..." he glances over them, "Walked straight into a building holding heavily armed criminals and you don't even have a scratch... As of now you're a free man Karl Martin, though, there'd be some caps in it for you if you wanted to help us ambush the returning Powder Gangers." he says with a grin.
The duo look at each other before shrugging, "Might as well." Afton mutters.
"What's the plan?" Karl asks the Sargeant.
"We'll make use of the watchtowers and station some men up there, the searchlights'll conceal their uniforms and allow us to get the drop on them. Other than that it's just a lot of bullets." Emil admits, the plan was rather basic but you didn't need a master plan to deal with some criminals, especially when you had the advantage in the first place.
"We can work with that." Karl says as he begins walking towards the metal wall, taking a seat in the darkness while reloading his .44 magnum. Afton takes a seat next to him, he wasn't going to be using his energy weapons this time, no point ruining their advantage of darkness by using luminescent projectiles.
It only took an hour for the Powder Gangers to arrive back at the prison, no doubt the gunshots and explosion from the C4 had attracted their attention. It was a group of forty men with Scrambler at the front, his eyepatch and mohawk were illuminated by the searchlights as he looked around suspiciously.
They walk around towards the front entrance of the facility, they'd probably notice the fact that Dawes wasn't guarding the door... The assault would begin as soon as they tried to enter the door that Karl had locked earlier.
...
Twenty of the men walk into the narrow gate and approach the door to the visitor centre, Scrambler grabbing the doorknob and trying to turn it. "The fuck?"
*BANGABANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG!*
Immediately after he muttered those words the NCR soldiers that surrounded them on all sides opened fire. The twenty men and Scrambler were annihilated in mere seconds as the twenty who'd luckily decided to wait outside the narrow gate started returning fire.
Karl and Afton had started firing as well, the latter throwing a couple sticks of dynamite into the crowd that was waiting. Limbs flew and bodies dropped as explosions and gunfire shook the surroundings.
The fight only lasted a couple minutes, but many were dead on either side. A few NCR soldiers were injured or dead, while most Powder Gangers had been riddled with bullets. Strangely enough, Scrambler was still attempting to shout orders to them despite the fact he'd been shot so many times that he looked like swiss cheese. He was either one of the baddest motherfuckers around or so doped up on Med X and other chems that he didn't notice how dire his injuries were.
This single fight ended the NCRCF Powder Gangers, the NCR wouldn't allow them to retake the prison again, and even if they got lazy in defending it, the Powder Gangers simply lacked the numbers to be a threat.
After the fight Emil came by the duo, Afton had looted some more ammo from the bodies but didn't touch anything else. Despite how the NCR liked to present themselves, they'd scavenge and 'requisition' goods from the dead. The wasteland was a harsh place and surviving meant grabbing any resources available... This was the case even for the NCR.
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