Bab 89: Fanning the flames
There were ten of them plus their leaders wielding the Incinerator, mos twere cowering as the man went off at them about how useless they were, suggesting they'd be better if he tied the explosives to them, setting them on fire and facing them in the direction of the NCR encampment.
"Oof, that guy isn't messing around..." Beagle mutters from behind them.
Afton shakes his head, they should try and strike now, all of them had their attention on their leader and he reckoned he could kill a couple before any could react. He thought about getting Karl to do it but killing many people quickly wasn't something the .44 Magnum was designed for... The recoil on it meant that he'd need similar strength to Afton to pull it off. Afton could see that Karl's glory days were far behind him.
"Get into cover, I'll try reduce their numbers as much as possible..." he mutters, dropping the double-barrel shotgun he'd stolen from one of th criminals on the table and drawing his .357 Revolver.
With his Gun skill now maxed, he could almost foresee the best way to eliminate the enemy with what he had. He grabbed the revolver in his right hand and rested his left on the hammer, preparing to fan it. This would essentially allow him to fire it as fast as he was able to pull the hammer back, a technique used by old-world shooters and duellists.
He sent a silent nod at Karl before stepping in the doorway, the criminal leader was still berating his men and dutifully giving a clear shot at his temple. What a polite person Afto mused to himself.
[John Wick Style is in effect] appears in the corner of his vision, along with a Pipboy sprite that looks suspiciously like a certain Keanu...
Afton grinned to himself as his vision sharpened and his body almost began firing at the enemy reflexively. One of the criminals had turned their head towards the kitchen and saw him in the doorway, they were about to shout when he began the slaughter.
*BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG!*
In one second Afton had expended all the ammunition in his weapon, aiming directly at the enemies heads. The leader wielding the Incinerator crumpled to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, five of his six shots seemed to instantly kill their targets. Unfortunately, the last one only managed to blow the ear off of them.
After this Afton throws himself behind cover as bullets start flying, he quickly reloaded his revolver and glanced towards his companions. Karl looked slightly surprised but tried not to show it on his face, but Beagle had his mouth agape while looking at him.
Clearly, he hadn't ever seen someone kill five men in one second with just a revolver. His shock disappeared though as a bullet flew over his head, barely missing him. He started blindly firing over the table like some rooky who'd never held a weapon before.
Afton thought they were pretty lucky as he'd killed the guy wielding the flame weapon. It was heavy and difficult to use, which meant that it was likely no one else knew how to use it. He peaked his head out for a moment while activating VATS, memorizing the enemies positions before aiming directly at them and firing off two shots.
Both release spurts of blood as they tumbled backwards, a new orifice created on their heads. There was four left but they seemed intent on continuously wasting their ammo to suppress them. They weren't able to fire back due to the number of bullets flying.
Fortunately, Karl was experienced in this and just signalled us to wait, they'd run out of ammo eventually. He was correct, as not two minutes later the *clicks* of empty magazines ran out. Afton grabbed the shotgun on the table and dashed out, using VATS and targeting the two closest men.
*BANG! BANG!*
Their heads were reduced to mulch from the attacks, Karl had followed him out of the kitchen and finishing off the last two with clean, methodical shots.
With that, the building went silent. The deafening cacophony of discharging firearms had ended so abruptly that it felt like all sound had permanently disappeared. Afton stuck a finger in his ear and wiggled it around, still hearing the vague ringing.
"Fuck.... Fuck! You, what was that? How!" beagle mutters from behind them in utter disbelief. He simply couldn't comprehend how two men had taken on the whole gang, and without a single injury as well.
Afton raises a brow at him, "Be quiet and help us loot them." he states as he begins rifling through the deads pockets, taking any caps, chems, or other valuable items they may have had. Karl grabs a backpack from one of the crooks and stuffs all of their weapons into it, excluding the Incinerator of course, it was much to large to be held within it.
"Er... Can-can I leave now?" Beagle quickly asks after they'd finished packing all the loot.
Afton examines him to make sure he hadn't stolen anything before nodding, "Yeah, go ahead... Mind the traps as well, don't wanna get your legs blown off." he adds, causing the man to pale.
"That was good... Great, even. Didn't know you could shoot like that." Karl mutters as the duo begins looting the entire hotel for valuables. Sure the building used to belong to the Primm residence, but they were too scared to take it back, thus, the loot went to them.
"Yeah... I, wasn't confident in doing that so I never tried on live human's before." he explains, hoping it'd be enough to placate the man. He was determined to never tell anyone about the system, even if he got married and had children he'd still keep his mouth shut.
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Bab 90: Getting "Lucky"
Unfortunately, whether it was by its previous inhabitants or the criminals, the Hotel seemed to have been picked clean. Afton was beginning to feel a bit put out for spending so much time here, that was before he discovered something buried under a pile of trash... An underground safe.
"Karl! Come check this out." he calls, not knowing anything about how to picklock a door, let alone a safe.
The former-ranger walks over and start rubbing his beard when he sees the safe. "Hm, that looks to be a difficult one... Not much of a lockpick myself but I'll give it a go." he says, getting on the floor and placing his ear to the safe while turning the dial.
Afton didn't really know what he was doing, was he just listening for an indication of the correct point? Shaking his head, whatever it is, he wondered if he could be taught by Karl.
*Click!*
The safe door jolted slightly, releasing dust as Karl pulled it open, revealing the goodies inside. Afton crouches down and examines them... A pile of caps, some sort of modified revolver, a book... He pulls out the revolver and examines it, its a .357 revolver with a long barrel and black metal that was decorated with gold etchings, the handle of which was some sort of polished ivory, with a black clover marked on it.
On the ejector tube "Lucky" was inlaid, perhaps the name of the weapon? He used his Pipboy to check it and was surprised to see that yes, it was indeed called Lucky.
[Lucky] :
Strength req : 3
Dmg : 30
Crit dmg : 30
Crit mult : x2.5
AP : 17
Weight : 2.5
Value : 2500
This was an incredible weapon, though, his luck stat meant that it would never reach its full potential in his hands. It essentially doubled your crit chance when you used it and had a higher base damage than the usual .357 revolver, and that's not even mentioning the reduced AP cost to fire.
[.357 Revolver] :
Strenth req : 3
Dmg : 26
Crit dmg : 26
Crit mult : x1
AP : 26
Weight : 2
Value : 110
He immediately holstered it, Karl had his own .44 and didn't mind letting Afton have the gun, especially after the skill he displayed earlier. Afton was looking forward to testing his new weapon out.
They split the caps which ended up being around 200 each, and after picked up the book with some cloth... He could already tell that this was a skillbook, and didn't want to shock Karl by turning it to dust with his touch.
He put the book in his satchel and stood back up, "I don't know about you, but this weapon alone makes this all worth it."
Karl huffs, "Yeah, yeah. Let's hope our fights always turn out like this, need'ta remember one shot to the dome is all it takes."
Afton grumbles in acceptance, he knew the man was right... Atleast, he was until he got his hands on some Power Armour. Then he didn't think anyone could lay a hand on him in the wasteland, he wondered how powerful he'd be at max level, maybe he could take down the NCR on his own? He smirked at the thought.
The duo leaves the building, Afton with his new distinct weapon holstered. He was quite the figure, covered in blood and carrying a huge flame thrower, all the while a huge grin on his face.
They knocked a couple times on the casino doors and stepped inside, immediately the place went silent when the occupants saw them.
"What? No medals?" Afton jokes, vaguely recalling the scene in Starwars.
...
"Best you put down that weapon son, seems like they're about to piss themselves." Karl says, causing Afton to drop the heavy flame thrower on the floor with a loud *Clank!*.
Johnson walks up to them from the group with Beagle at his side, "So, you two're still alive huh?"
Afton raises a brow, "You say that like its a bad thing." he states, beginning to get irritated by the old man's attitude.
Johnson shakes his head and extend a hand, "No, just surprised is all... I'd like to thank you on behalf of us all for what you've done today... Didn't think it was possible until Deputy Beagle told us what went down... I have to ask, did you really take down the whole group with just a revolver?"
...
Afton can't help but snort, he breaks into laughter upon hearing this, figures Beagle would lie through he teeth about them to get in their good books. Or maybe he just had no clue on what actually went down? He continues to laugh for a moment before wiping his eye with a finger, "Sorry, just didn't expect to hear that."
"Hm, yeah, Deputy Beagle told us all about how you three valiantly fought them off. How Beagle managed to escape his capture just as you arrived." Johnson continues.
...
Both Afton and Karl send a glance to Beagle who sheepishly looks away, clearly he was trying to save his reputation. If people heard the coward had to be threatened to stay and fight with them he'd be tossed outta town like a sick stray.
"Well, you guys are free to do whatever you want now, I'd suggest staying here while the NCR removes the traps and mines the cons had placed around the town, but if you don't mind losing limbs then go ahead... by the way, anyone here a trader?" he asks, a woman in the back nodding.
"I'll sell you this and all its ammo for 300 caps." Afton states while gesturing towards the Incinerator... It wasn't in its best condition and due to the rarity of the ammunition and difficulty of use, most couldn't even use it.
The woman quickly nods and scrambles to get the caps together, she must've thought this was an amazing deal. Sure, she was getting a small discount on behalf of the fact he wanted to immediately get moving, but he doubted she'd be able to sell it off anywhere... Especially with how heavy and unwieldy it was to carry.
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