บท 159: Trouble finding you
Afton and the other's looted the Fiends bodies, collecting a good amount of weaponry as well as chems. The dirty drug addicts may have taken most of the chems before their deaths, but they had so much that a small quantity was still worth a good amount of caps.
While he did want to gather as much stuff as possible to make the most gains when they eventually arrived at the Gun Runners, Afton wasn't going to strip the Fiends for their clothes... They may be worth a few caps each but it simply wasn't worth it. Some were covered in blood and most smelled like shit.
Once they'd packed everything valuable up the group got back on Dirt-Bird and started driving towards the Gun Runners.
There were a few things that Afton had noticed as they were driving. His Pipboy buzzed to life as they passed a large rocky outcropping, looking at the map there was apparently a Vault placed there... Vault 34, well, he could check on that later on, it was more important to sell of their loot and get to the Gun Runners first.
Though, even when Afton was determined to reach their destination, trouble always seemed to try and get his attention. They were driving past someplace called the Aerotech office park when they noticed an NCR soldier wearing a beret start shouting in a rage.
"FUCKING SCUM! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN! OH MY GOD!" he roars to no one imparticular, kicking up stones and dirt as he tries to get his frustrations out on anything.
"Think we should check this out? I ain't never seen a Captain this troubled before, hell, I knew one who was calm even when surrounded by Legionary Assassins and Mongrels." Karl says from behind him.
Afton shrugs, "Fine, but we aren't taking any jobs until we properly equip ourselves." he says, pulling over to the side of the road, hopping off of Dirt-Bird and walking towards the enraged man.
"Yo, Mr NCR-hulk, what's up?" Afton asks with a small wave, his introduction causing Karl and Boone to give him a sideways glance.
"Wha-Who? Who are you?" the man says after almost pulling out his pistol to fire at them, clearly he was too high strung to think rationally right now.
"Just some mercenaries, if you need help then we're your guys." Afton continues.
The man shakes his head and wipes his face of the moisture that'd gathered, though, whether or not those droplets were sweat or tears would be anyone's guess. "It's too late now, I've failed my duty... Those sick bastards!"
Afton crosses his arms and sighs, "Can't really help if you won't tell us the problem."
"The problem? Some fuckin' sicko's have made their way into my refugee camp and kidnapped some children. You hear me? Ch-il-dren! All while I was supposed to be protecting them!"
All of the group's looks sharpen at hearing this. While they wouldn't be considered the most morale group in the waste, they wouldn't sit idly by while children were going missing.
"Tell you what, once we've completed our business at the Gun Runners, we'll be back to help you out. Deal?" Afton says.
The man slowly nods, "If you think you can help... Ah, I'm Captain Parker by the way."
...
Karl raises a brow and points, "Kid's name is Afton Parker, any relation?" he asks semi-sarcastically.
Captain Parker shakes his head, "I hope not, my bitch ex-wife kept the name but you ain't old enough to be hers... Parker's a common name anyway..."
The other two introduce themselves to Captain Parker before they all retreat back to Dirt-Bird. Afton glances at them as they begin riding to the Gun Runners.
"There isn't anything I hate more than people who hurt children. So when we find this fucker I'm going to make sure they get what's coming to them. If the NCR wants to arrest them then they'll have to scrape them off of the floor first."
Karl nods, "I'm with ya' kid, it's one of the reasons I hate the Legion so much."
Boone just grunts with them, but its plain to see how much anger he's holding back at the thought.
After a couple more minutes of driving the group finally arrive in front of a large fenced-off building. Dirt-Bird halting before a shack with no visible entrance containing a Protectron. It was filled to the brim with weaponry and shielded with what looked like bulletproof glass. The only other thing of notice was the Reloading Station next to the shack, as well as the man operating it.
The man with tanned skin and black hair hidden by a baseball cap raises a brow at them as they arrive, "Hey, didn't think anyone was rolling around on one of those anymore." says while looking at Dirt-Bird with interest.
Afton just shurgs at him, "I know, she's a beauty. We're just here to buy some weaponry though." he says, not wanting to enter a conversation with them.
"I see. Well, the Vendertron will handle everything, no need for me to get involved." he mutters before going back to his work.
Afton steps up to the glass and looks at the robot, "Er... What're you selling?"
"He-ello sir, or madam. I am designated unit Vendertron, how can I be of service to you today."
...
"Guns. Lots, of guns." he states with shimmering eyes.
The Vendertron proceeds to list all of the weapons that are currently in stock. And boy was there a lot of weapons. All of them were in perfect condition, probably having been personally built by the Gun Runners, or restored through a long process.
Though, this was good and bad... Good, because he wouldn't need to spend time fixing anything he bought here... And bad because he wouldn't be able to buy any broken weapons for cheap and quickly fix them via his Perks.
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บท 160: Gun Runners is EXPENSIVE!
The Vendertron goes on to catalogue every weapon the Gun Runners currently have in stock. It's unfortunate Afton isn't able to check them via his Pipboy, but Karl and Boone would be able to tell him what weapons are good or not.
[silenced .22 pistol]
Weight : 3
Value : 100
[varmint rifle]
Weight : 5.5
Value : 95
[9mm pistol]
Weight : 1.5
Value : 110
[.357 Magnum revolver]
Weight : 2
Value : 120
[single shotgun]
Weight : 7
Value : 185
[10mm pistol]
Weight : 3
Value : 760
[9mm SMG]
Weight : 4
Value : 860
[cowboy repeater]
Weight : 5
Value : 810
[service rifle]
Weight : 8.5
Value : 550
[caravan shotgun]
Weight : 3
Value : 685
[.44 Magnum revolver]
Weight : 3.5
Value : 2600
[lever-action shotgun]
Weigh : 3
Value : 2100
[silenced .22 SMG]
Weight : 8
Value : 1950
[10mm SMG]
Weight : 5
Value : 2470
[hunting rifle]
Weight : 6
Value : 2300
[sawed-off shotgun]
Weight : 4
Value : 2000
[trail carbine]
Weight : 5.5
Value : 3000
[hunting revolver]
Weight : 4
Value : 3600
[assault carbine]
Weight : 6
Value : 4100
[sniper rifle]
Weight : 8
Value : 4200
[hunting shotgun]
Weight : 7.5
Value : 4000
[12.7mm pistol]
Weight : 3.5
Value : 4100
[riot shotgun]
Weight : 5
Value : 5700
[12.7mm submachine gun]
Weight : 5
Value : 5300
[marksman carbine]
Weight : 6
Value : 5300
[minigun]
Weight : 25
Value : 5700
[light machine gun]
Weight : 15
Value : 5400
[brush gun]
Weight : 5
Value : 5000
[anti-materiel rifle]
Weight : 20
Value : 5800
The prices differ greatly for what Afton used to selling weapons at... Though, he usually only sold junk weapons that were a strong breeze away from falling apart. There were also some unique weapons being sold, but Afton felt his stomach turn at hearing their prices...
[bozar]
Weight : 15
Value : 21000
[medicine stick]
Weight : 5.5
Value : 21000
Yeah, after the group had sold off all the chems, weapons, and other loot. Afton only had around 11550 caps... His entire net worth wouldn't be able to purchase one of those unique weapons, so, he obviously wouldn't try to purchase one... Maybe he would in future when he was rolling in caps, but as of now he was stuck with the 'mundane' weapons.
Though, even the 'mundane' weaponry being sold wasn't anything to scoff at. They were literally selling miniguns and anti-material rifles. Afton was like a kid in a candy shop, he as salivating at the thought of being able to use them.
In the past, he wasn't really that interested in ballistic weapons, but after maxing out his Guns skill he found that he was able to appreciate those kinds of weapons just as much as energy ones. He was so used to crappy guns that'd been forgotten after the Great war, but now he was presented with brand-spanking-new guns?
Karl upon noticing Afton's adoring gaze nudges him with an elbow. "You there kid? Remember that we're looking for that friend of yours, unless you have NCR identification you ain't getting into the strip without a minimum of 2000 caps."
Afton somehow manages to pry his focus away from the weaponry on display and glances to Karl, "Ah... you're right..." he mutters, having almost forgotten that Veronica might be in the New Vegas strip with Tamia.
"Didn't you want to check out those Implants as well?" Karl continues, causing Afton's face to scrunch up as if he was facing the most difficult choice of his life.
Afton sends a pitiable look at Karl, "Did you have to remind me?" he mutters, thinking about what they'd actually be needing in the future... Sure, Afton could just go ahead and buy a minigun, but would he actually be able to use it? More importantly, would it suit his combat style?
The answer would be no. While he was strong enough to wield it, he'd be a sitting duck, a glass cannon waiting to be buried in enemy gunfire.
After a couple moments of thinking, Afton remembered that he did want to take care of the Deathclaws in Quarry Junction. For that, he'd probably need an Anti-Material rifle... That would cost most of his caps there and then, and that wasn't even mentioning the cost of .50 calibre ammunition.
.50 calibre round cost 6 caps each, and weigh 0.25lbs...
Karl would try and barter to reduce the price, but you can't really barter with a machine can you? This is most likely one of the main reasons the Gun Runners use the Vendertron to sell goods.
Afton reluctantly pays up 6000 caps for an anti-material rifle and some ammunition, he also made sure to buy a couple explosive .50 calibre rounds.
The gun slides out from a slot under the bulletproof glass, the bullets he'd purchased all unceremoniously clattering the ground... Afton just gives the Vendertron a dirty look before slowly gathering all the bullets back up.
Once done, he examines the Anti-Material rifle with his Pipboy to get an accurate idea at how strong it is.
[Anti-Material rifle]
DMG : 110
Crit dmg : 110
Crit mult : 1x
Strength req : 8
Weight : 20
Value : 5600
Afton nods to himself at the gun, it's definitely worth the price... If he added the damage of the explosive bullets then he'd be getting around 200 DMG... Hopefully its enough to one-shot a Deathclaw.
He looks at the other weapons available but shakes his head, Lucky, That Gun, his Sawed-Off shotgun, and his Anti-Material rifle would be enough for now. If he lugged around any more weapons people might mistake him as a merchant.
The Gun Runners were selling armour too, but Afton's Recon Armour was good enough for now. He also needed to save some caps to get some Implants from Doctor Usanagi... Hopefully, he'd be rewarded with a Perk. Otherwise he'd be feeling kind of stupid... Not that having 10 Agility would be a bad thing, it's just that its probably not the optimal thing he could've been spending his stat points, caps, and time on.
Afton slings the Anti-Material rifle on his back, grimacing slightly at the weight before stepping back and sitting on Dirt-Bird while the other's buy what they need.
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