บท 87: Mine'd your own business
Afton shrugs at Johnson upon hearing Karl's rather blunt explanation, "These two were waiting outside your door, we got rid of them and needed to hide the bodies somewhere before we heard inside the hotel."
Johnson frowns at him, "I-I don't want any trouble, if you two fail and those cons find out we're hiding this? They'll kill us all. I can't allow this." he quickly says.
Karl growls at him, "You'll do as told or the cons killin' you will be the thing you wish for. We've got a job to do, the least you cowards can do is hold our bags while we deal with your problems for you."
"I don't know who you think you're talking to stranger, but if you think I'm going to roll over and let some-" His words stop, caught in his throat as Karl smacks the man's revolver away and hits him in the forehead with the barrel of his .44 Magnum.
"You'll do as I say, the NCR ain't gonna help you, so we're your last shot at getting outta this mess without having to get your hands dirty."
Johnson continues to have a defiant expression on his face, he rubs the spot where Karl had hit him and states, "As I said before, I refuse to hold corpses within this casino. Now leave!"
Karl just looks at Afton, seemingly trying to decide what to do with this annoying man, "Fine, dump them outside for all I care, Afton, we got a job to do." he says, leaving the casino.
Afton sighs and gives Johnson one last look, "If you can't help yourselves, the least you could do is allow us to do what we were paid for. Guess people like you will always be the same, cowards til the end." he leaves after saying his piece.
Once he's outside he glances at Karl, "What's with these people? Surely they can see we're trying to help?"
Karl shakes his head, "Folk don't care if you're killin' or helpin', only concerning themselves when it involves them. People like Johnson are the reason a small group of cons can take over a town with limited numbers and weaponry." he sighs and looks towards the hotel. "Best we get moving and start clearing them out before someone notices the bodies."
Afton nods and the duo sneak towards the double-doors of the Bison Steve Hotel, Karl opens a crack in the door and takes a peak, opening it fully when he sees no-one in the entrance room. He places a hand on Afton's chest to stop him though after spotting a small almost invisible wire on the floor.
"Wire trap." he states, following it with his eyes and finding himself staring into the barrel of a single shotgun. "Well, look what we have here."
The wire trap was wrapped around and tied to its trigger, any pressure would pull it and cause the weapon to fire, presumably at whoever walked through the door. Simple, but effective. "I think I've found a use for those bodies after all." he says with a grin.
Deryl was a simple man, a former farmer who fell on hard times and was forced to steal to survive. He wasn't smart, nor skilful, his crime spree was easily discovered and he was shipped off to the NCRCF, a place where they forced you to work in order to 'rehabilitate' you.
It was bullshit of course, everyone knew it, the prisoners, the guards, even the few visitors they received knew it was essentially just legalised slavery. That's the main reason why, when the opportunity presented itself, he escaped.
Some other criminals had obtained an obscene amount of explosives and had been using them to destroy cells, and throw them at their guards. He refused to stay though, choosing to try and return home, yeah it was a shit hole bu was all he knew... So, he found himself in Barnes gang.
They'd taken over a town called Primm but were barricaded in by the NCR not long after... Deryl was afraid for his life but, there wasn't really anything he could do. He knew one thing for sure though. Once he got home he'd leave this life of crime behind, it'd only brought him trouble and he didn't see a future for himself if he continued.
*BANG!*
The sound of the gang's shotgun trap going off echoed through the halls, Deryl glanced at his three buddies who were supposed to be keeping watch on the front entrance. They'd quickly got bored of it and decided to just lay a trap there.
"Sounds like we caught something, didn't even have to use any bait! Hahaha!" Marcus laughs, slowly getting up and tosses the cards onto the floor, "Come on, let's check it out. I got first dibs on the loot."-
Deryl just shrugs and follows along, this hadn't been the first time they caught someone sneaking around, though, that Beagle guy was being kept alive by their leader for some reason.
They walk around the upturned table in the entrance hall and see a corpse with its head blown off, blood covering the wall next to it. They both stand over it, not wanting to miss anything valuable they could potentially take.
Marcus grins at them, "Alright, I get first dibs for setting the trap but, how about we play Caravan to decide who gets what afterwards?"
They all slowly nod, none were better than Marcus at Caravan but knew the man wouldn't let them get any of the loot if they refused. They all stepped a bit closer as Marcus flipped the body over...
*Beep, Beep, Beep*
All of them are shocked to find a spherical object placed in the belt of the body, the red flashing lights on it indicated that it was armed, and about to explode. None of them was even able to comprehend what was happening as shrapnel tore their bodies apart.
The last thing Deryl thought about was the promise he made to the girl he was sweet on, the promise he made to eventually return to her and their unborn child.
*BOOM!*
ความคิดของผู้สร้าง 
Niggross
Niggross Hope you bois enjoyed the chap... Poor Deryl, you just got caught up in something bigger than yourself... The truth is, the game was rigged from the start... Probably?
บท 88: Don't look a Beagle in the eye
*BOOM!*
The sound of the mine going off alerted Karl and Afton that the former's plan had worked. They enter through the backdoor of the building that'd presumably been locked with its key lost. Who knew Karl was handy with a bobby pin?
Neither knew how many criminals there are so they were going about this clinically and cautiously. With all the attention drawn towards the front entrance, no one would think of them coming through the back.
In the hallway they notice a few people rushing from upstairs towards where the explosion had occurred. The biggest shocker being the fact that one had a huge weapon with them... Both were quickly able to identify it though, it was called an Incinerator.
While it did technically count as an Energy Weapon, Afton had no prior experience with it. The Brotherhood considered it an inferior weapon as all it did was launch small fireballs. Regardless, it was something they'd have to watch out for, not only due to the damage it could potentially cause them, but because the ancient building they were standing in would go up like a match stick with relative ease.
The hallway they were in had two exits, one on the left which led to the stairs up, and the right which led into a large room, perhaps the dining room of the hotel before the war? Just as they were about to pass the stairs, rapid steps force them into hiding.
Judging by the sound it was only one person, as soon as the person reaches the ground floor Karl launches at them, kicking away their 10mm pistol and grabbing them in a chokehold. Afton pulls out the Ranger Knife Karl had lent him and stabs them a couple of times in the gut to stop them resisting.
Their eyes widen as they give choked groans, spitting up blood and losing consciousness soon after. Afton leans down and slits their throat for good measure, can't have them waking up and alerting the whole place to their presence.
Afton cleans the blood off of the knife with their victims clothes and hands it back to Karl, they shake their head though, "Keep hold of it for now, better in your hands than mine." he states as they sneak into the dining room.
Many tables were upturned towards one side of the room that had two entrances, the cons assumed an attack would come from the front. A small campfire sat in the middle of the dining room with a molerat pierced over it on a spit. Afton grimaced at the thought of eating such a creature, it looked more like a cancerous growth than anything edible if he were honest.
On the other side of the room was what seemed like the kitchen, it was dimly lit but they could see a man sitting on his knees with his arms bound. probably Deputy Beagle if they had to guess.
They glance at the new visitor and his eyes widen with hope, "Are you... Did they send you to rescue me?"
Karl scoffs and Afton shakes his head, "Seemed like the townspeople were ready to let you die... They just stayed holed up in the casino, refusing to move or even help themselves."
Beagle sighs and looks down, "Yeah, I can see that... Doesn't mean you can't untie me though, right? You caused that explosion right?" he guesses anxiously.
Afton nods, "Yeah, we're about to fight the rest of the cons so an extra pair of hands would help." he says, leaning down and is about to cut Beagle free.
"Ah, I'm not so sure I'd be of any help... Not that I don't want to, its just..." he says, causing Afton to stop and scowls at him, "You have two choices, one, you stay and fight with us... Or two, you sit here still bound with a high chance of us not returning for you... Pick."
A bead of cold sweat runs down Beagle's back as he gives his best smile to Afton, "Ah... Now that you mention it, getting a pound of flesh for what those cons have done to me would be alright..."
Afton cuts the man free and glances at Karl who's watching the door, waiting for the criminals to return. Perhaps they'd assume one of them was fucking around with one of the traps and accidentally donated it on themselves? It was a reach but criminals weren't known for being smart, especially those who took over a town with no plan for afterwards.
Beagle stands and pulls out a 9mm pistol from... Somewhere, Afton doesn't even want to think about where he could've hidden that, the criminals would have definitely searched him so that left the options rather... Limited... Assuming it was pre-loaded to meant that Beagle had bigger balls than Afton had first thought.
Even Karl was giving Beagle a weird look, who hides a loaded gun in their rectum for fuck sake? That's not even counting the ease of which he'd retrieved it. Apparently not even the former-ranger had heard of something like that.
Afton glares at Beagle, "There's a few rules you need to follow... First, don't ever touch me, especially with that gun. Second, you follow everything we tell you to the letter, ignoring us could mean you tasting lead with your forehead. Third, try not to annoy Karl. Good?"
Beagle quickly nods "That's an affirmative... Sir." he adds, feeling as if he was a child being manhandled.
Karl quickly gestures at them and they crouch down behind the desk as the criminals stream into the dining room. There was only two exits from the kitchen, the one that they'd entered from, and a locked room on the left.
"Does ANYONE have any fuckin' idea how those idiots got their hands on a mine? I TOLD YOU TO NOT TOUCH THE TRAPS, and what do you do?! NOW WE'VE GOT FIVE DEAD, A BLOWN OUT FRONTDOOR, AND I HAVE NO IDEA IF THEY BROUGHT ANYMORE MINES!" the man wielding the Incinerator shouts.
ความคิดของผู้สร้าง
Niggross
Niggross
Idk about you guys, but I usually just kill Beagle when I find him, he's an annoying, kiss-ass, coward who'll abandon you even after you've deal with all the criminals.
Hope you guys enjoyed the chap, if I missed anything please let me know.
If you like my content or want to read ahead please go to https://www.p.atreon.com/Nagross, I'd appreciate it.
สถานะพลังงานรายสัปดาห์
200+ การจัดอันดับด้วยพลัง 
3 หินพลัง คุณอาจชอบ
ความคิดเห็นย่อย