Bab 220: Vengeance!

Emory's eyes widen to an almost comical degree when Afton speaks. The door hadn't opened, and they were on the highest floor of the building, so scaling up it would've been incredibly difficult, not to mention loud enough for the guards to notice. "A-Afton? How are you... Why are you here?"

Afton just shrugs, "Your men let me through, as to why I'm here? We have some matters to speak on." he says, walking over and sitting in the chair opposite Emory. "How are things going with the Kings?" he asks, deciding to try and relax the man before he puts a bullet through his brain.

...

Emory taps the desk nervously, Afton now well aware of the metallic sound the man's right-hand makes as it does so. "The Kings? Doing fine. No problems apart from the few unruly ones unwilling to grant a modicum of control to someone else."

Afton nods, "Best just to deal with them how I did."

Emory shakes his head, "Not all of us can go straight to shooting people who cause trouble Afton, the NCR have rules about this sort of thing."

Afton can't help but send a smile at him, though it doesn't reach his eyes. "They do? What are the rules on firing upon women and children then?"

...

"Excuse me?" Emory asks, trying to put up a confused facade, but Afton could tell the man was read to start fighting.

Afton leans forwards and grabs Emory's right hand to stop him from pulling it back, *Clack*, the sound of metal lets both men know that the jig is up. "Youknow, I was wondering where I could get myself one of those arms, after losing mine it's been terribly uncomfortable." he says while squeezing the arm, causing the machinery to creak under the pressure.

...

"Enough. What do you want?" Emory asks, wishing to cut to the chase.

Afton scoffs, "What do I want? Shouldn't you know already? I want to go back in time and stop your bullet from penetrating her skull. I want to climb up to that perch you were hiding you cowardly ass on and beat you to death before you killed one of the only people I truly cared about." he says, letting go of the arm and slamming the table with his fist.

Emory has a look of recognition overtake him, "It's you?"

Afton nods, "What? Can't recognise the boy you orphaned? Heh, seems about right. Probably not even the first time you've done something similar for your military overlords."

"The attack on Helios One wasn't my idea. Even if it was, we never intended to hurt any non-combatants!"

"BULLSHIT!" Afton shouts, "does the NCR always fire upon retreating men, women and children!? Helios One was yours! And yet you decided to try and annihilate everyone! Where were your rules and regulations at that moment!? Exactly! There were none! You fuckers just hide behind the pretence of being more civilised than the rest of us, all the while breaking your laws when it's fucking convenient for you!"

Emory scowls, "What do you want me to say!? That I didn't want to do it? That I repeatedly asked our commander whether or not to fire upon you? I followed orders like a good soldier." he states.

"I don't want you to say anything you piece of shit, I just want you to understand why I'm going to fucking kill you!" Afton shouts in the man's face, spittle flying out without care.

Emory's body tenses at this, and both men don't move, instead just daring the other to try...

...

Sweat forms on Emory's brow, flowing down his cheek and eventually dripping off of his chin onto the floor. Once he hears it hit the ground he throws himself behind the table while grabbing his chair and throwing it at Afton.

Afton roars and he kicks the piece of furniture, shattering it into a million different pieces while drawing That Gun from his hip, he leans over the desk to get a shot at Emory but finds the heavy oak desk lift off of the floor and slam him in the chin and chest.

He almost loses grip of his weapon from the sudden surprising assault, but grits his teeth and squeezes the weapon as hard as he can. The table traps his leg under it as Emory jumps into action, raising his revolver to Afton's head and preparing to fire.

Afton quickly swipes his arm at it, redirecting the barrel enough for the bullet to whistle through his hair. Emory steps out of Afton's reach and fires a couple more shots, but is shocked when Afton blocks the bullets with his gun, returning fire and shooting Emory in the chest twice.

Emory stumbles back in pain but continues firing, emptying all the ammo in his revolver. Afton upon seeing this kicked his leg out as hard as possible, sending the heavy oak desk in-front of him to take the brunt of the damage.

The bullets pierced through his make-shift cover, but the wood was enough to divert them in random directions, luckily not hitting Afton. The splinters caused by it did rain upon his body though, a few hitting him in the face.

He gives another kick to the almost completely decimated desk and sends it flying back at Emory as the man tries to reload his weapon. Revolvers were famed for their durability and stopping power, not their ease of reloading them.

The impact of the table almost sent the man out of the window, he managed to recover but lost his grip on his weapon in a panic, leaving him weaponless.

Afton could hear people shouting from behind the door, clearly the NCR guards had heard their scuffle, but he was sure they wouldn't get through the door before he was done with Emory. He briskly walked towards the man who seemed almost resigned at this point.

Afton grabbed the man's cybernetic arm after shooting him in the shoulder to keep him down, placing a foot on Emory's chest while pulling as hard as he could t remove it.

The sound of flesh slowly tearing filled the room, and Afton wrenched one last time and found himself in possession with one cybernetic arm... At the base wires and metal were still connected with flesh that'd apparently been pulled away with it.

However, one thing certainly caught Afton's attention... Hidden in the bicep of the arm was a grenade... That had its pin pulled. He looks up at Emory who now had an incredibly smug look on his face.

"If I'm going down, I'm taking you with me!" he shouts, not even bothering to try and shield himself from the eventual explosion.

*BOOOOOOM!*

Afton wasn't even able to process what was happening when the grenade exploded, the shrapnel completely eviscerating him, tearing his body apart as it was sent flying out of the window to alleyway below.

PERTIMBANGAN PENCIPTA
Niggross

Ya bois, bad luck on the Cybernetic arm... Smart though, Cyberntics are incredibly rare and valuable, so booby trapping it with a kind of Dead Man Switch.

Hope you bois liked the chap, if I missed anything please let me know.

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Bab 221: An explosive finish...

[Miracle Maker Activated]

[Find Verna Parker's murderer : quest complete!]

[Avenge Verna Parker : quest complete!]

[New quest! : Kill Lowell Thompson Jr.]

Afton suddenly regains consciousness as the notification appears in his peripheral vision. Unfortunately, the knockback of the explosion was still occurring, launching him out of the top floor's window.

He's thrown through the glass and starts plummeting to the distant floor below, he falls for a second or two until he lands on the opposite building's roof. He rolls a couple of times before finally stopping in a heap.

Afton quickly pats himself over as he begins to hyperventilate... He literally had just died right now, the only reason he hadn't permanently kicked the bucket was due to his [Miracle Maker] Perk.

"OH MY GOD! THERE ARE PEOPLE STILL INSIDE! SOMEONE HELP THEM!" a loud shout from the street below brings him from his thoughts, he glances back at the building he'd just been launched out of and releases a sigh. The explosion had destabilised the top floor, causing it to collapse onto the ones below... From the looks of it, this trend would continue until the entire thing was rubble.

He wasn't going to do anything about it though, just his mere presence here could alert people to who was responsible. Plus, he didn't care all that much about the NCR citizens... Shaking his head, he continues to check himself, he still felt phantom pains of shrapnel tearing his body apart...

Apparently, [Miracle Maker] doesn't repair clothing either... His Recon armour was in tatters, and his Deathclaw leather satchel was scorched and scratched to high hell, the only reason it'd survived being the hardy creature it was made from.

The holsters and bandoleer holding his weaponry were still hanging on, though, it was only by a thread... Fortunately his [Mechanicus] Pekr was working overtime and repairing his equipment before his eyes, the ruined leather returning to its proper colour and somehow fusing with where it needed to be.

As for his weapons conditions? They were fine, if about scuffed. Shrapnel had managed to shatter the LED light on That Gun, but other than that they were completely functional... Though, he was checking his Plasma pistol over thrice before he did anything, it wouldn't be the first time an Energy Weapon exploded on him.

*CRASH!*

The NCR building's third floor had crumbled, the screams of people who'd not managed to get out being cut as they were crushed to death. Afton quickly picks himself up and looks over the building he was on for a viable exit, he was tempted to try and look for the remnants of Emory's cybernetic arm, but knew whatever fragments remained would be incredibly hard to find... Especially with the disaster that'll no doubt draw top-tier NCR investigation.

He rubs his face with his remaining hand, "I really fucked this one up, huh." he mutters, using VATS to stop time to think over how he could've done this differently... Though, the more he thinks about it the more this situation becomes unavoidable.

Emory's arm had a grenade that'd be activated when the arm was taken off, and Afton would always, always try to take it.

"Whatever, I achieved what I wanted, I'll be more cautious in future." he affirms as he stands, backing up a little before sprinting at the side of the roof, leaping off with agility uncommon in the wasteland and deftly landing on the next roof with a roll.

Afton was about to jump to the next roof when something caught his eye with a glint... He almost tripped over his feet as he tried to stop his moment to get a better look at it.

His eye's widened as he got a good look at it... Emory's pistol. It'd been accidentally thrown out of the window, but Afton assumed it'd landed in the streets below, not on the roof. He bends down to pick it up and almost starts salivating at it.

It was made with black metal and was covered in intricate golden engravings, similar to that of Lucky but even more delicate, on the barrel it had "For Honorable Service" engraved on it. Its handle was a dark wood with a golden bear inlaid into it which had "20 years" carved into it, and judging by the side of the bullets it's supposed to take, its firing power would be stronger than that of even a .44 Magnum...

He checks it over with his Pipboy just to make sure, even if he held little doubts in his mind.

[Fallen Ranger Sequoia]

Strength Req : 7

Dmg : 70

Crit dmg : 70

Crit mult : 1.5x

AP : 30

Weight : 4

Value : 15000

Wow. This thing is a beast... Though, it did have a few problems. The biggest being the fact that it had obviously belonged to an NCR Ranger. If he was found with it they'd check its serial number and his involvement in Emory's death would be revealed.

Not only that, it took .45-70 Gov't Ammunition, a type that was usually only used and produced by the NCR... It was also quite rare, so Afton would need to find a way to manufacture his own, especially when he would eventually turn against the NCR.

Shaking his head, he tucked the weapon into his Deathclaw leather satchel and start hopping across roofs again. Making sure not to be seen by anything as he did so.

It didn't take long for his to reach the gates of Freeside, there looked to be something wrong though... A large group of NCR troopers and Kings were standing guard, searching everyone and anyone who wanted to enter or leave via the gate.

Damn, they work quick... Afton hadn't expected the NCR to mobilise such a force so quickly. He was started to regret helping the Kings ally with the NCR. He quickly looked through what he currently had in his satchel to see if anything could help him out of this situation... Chems? No. Sunglasses? Nope. A single plasma mine? Hell no!.. Ah, some NCR Dogtags?... Perhaps...