บท 170: Anti-People rifle
After their small run-in with 'Robbing Hood' the group continued on, making their way through Freeside to reach their destination.
"HELP I'M BEING ROBBED!"
...
The group just give deadpan expressions towards the alleyway where the voice is coming from.
"It's a trap right?"
"It's a trap."
"No doubt it's a trap."
All of them mutter simultaneously, they'd dealt with enough shit in the Mojave thus far to recognise an obvious trap when they see one. The only problem was the fact that there was always a chance that it wasn't...
Afton just sighs to himself, "You guys stay here, I'll check it out. Atleast I'll get to try out my new gun." he states, hopping off of Dirt-Bird and walking into the dark alleyway.
The voice continues to shout for help, though, it doesn't seem distressed. Instead, it seems annoyed at the fact that he'd not arrived yet. He walks into a clearing with a single person sitting on the floor covering their face.
It's a dirty woman wearing rags, he hair was matted and slightly grey, her skin wrinkled... Clearly she wasn't in tip-top condition. She rapidly stands as Afton enters the area, lowering her hairs and revealing a smug visage. "HAHA! YOU IDIOT, GUYS HE'S-" *BAAANG!*
Afton had just shifted the Anti-Material rifle and hip-fired it at the woman, the bullet racing towards her at rediculous speeds before hitting them in the chest. Once the .50 Calibre round slams into them they literally explode. Their chest imploding in a spray of blood as a huge hole opens up where their heart and lungs were supposed to be.
She slumps to the floor, obviously dead as he pulls the bolt, making it give a satisfying *Click*.
He glances towards the other entrance to the alleyway where the pattering of feed could be heard... A couple of men wielding machete's run onto the scene, almost shitting themselves when they see the utterly destroyed corpse of the woman.
Afton smirks at them, spitting at the floor before saying, "Feeling lucky punk?"
The duo don't waste any time and dash towards Afton while giving enraged shouts, they must've been on some kind of drug to work up that kind of courage... *BAAANG!*
Another one drops to the floor under the brutal power of his new weapon, their body's shape now resembling a doughnut instead of a human.
He doesn't have enough time to fire another shot as the other man had almost reached him. Afton just drops the gun on the floor and grabs his knife, he easily blocks the machete with it and smacking his fist into their nose, causing them to back away as blood streams down their face.
They charge again but Afton just swipes his knife, causing the man's machete to drop to the floor, as well as most of their fingers. Taking another step forwards the knife flashes again, opening up a deep wound on their throat before they could even realise what was happening.
Afton steps back, sheathes his knife and retrieves his Anti-Material rifle just as the last would-be thief's blood sprays everywhere from the new wound.
Karl and Boone look to him as he leaves the alleyway, "Have fun?"
Afton nods, "Yeah, this thing is a beast." he says. He wasn't lying either, anything that could almost cut a man in half simply by shooting at them was something to be feared in his books. He was probably the only person in the world that could survive one of those shots without Power Armour, and that was only because of his supernatural Perk [Miracle Maker].
With that done the group start moving again and finally make it to the business district of Freeside. The place was only down the street from the entrance that leads to the New Vegas strip, which is probably why the business district was placed here in the first place. The many heavily armoured robots guarding the gate would eliminate any threats they could see. This included anyone making trouble in the business district.
On the street corners were a couple criers shouting for people to go to their respective businesses, the group drove past everyone and parked in front of the Atomic Wrangler.
The place was a casino/brothel, the group were only intending on booking some rooms though. There was no point wasting caps to fuck some disease-ridden prostitute.. Though, the girls standing outside the casino did look quite pretty...
Afton uses VATS and takes a look at them to see if they were worth a shot...
[Prostitute]
Health : 80%
Stamina : 35%
DT : 1
Strength : 3
Perception : 4
Endurance : 4
Charisma : 9
Intelligence : 4
Agility : 6
Luck : 2
Ailments :
[Chlamydia]
[Genital warts]
[Crabs]
[Breast Cancer]
[Low Blood Pressure]
Afton doesn't bother to read the descriptions of the STD's this girl has, all he knows is he won't be sticking his pecker anywhere near her... Aside from that, isn't it poor practise to have someone so afflicted with diseases to still work for you?
He shakes his head, just before they enter inside the establishment Afton looks to Karl and whispers, "The girls here are all more diseased than most Molerats, don't go sticking your dick in one of them if you don't want it to fall off."
Karl just nods at him, "I know that kid, I'm not that bad."
"Bro, you slept with Jeannie." he states, causing Karl's lips to thin.
"I thought we wouldn't talk about that?"
Afton just shrugs, "I'll gladly mock you with it whenever I think you're doing something stupid."
Karl just grumbles in response as the group books some rooms from the owner James Garret. Afton slumps onto the rather dirty mattress and glances over to the radio that was currently playing some song called 'Big Iron', at least that Happy Trails Caravan broadcast had ended. He'd almost just said fuck it and taken the group to join the expedition to earn some caps, he decided against it when Karl warned him that New Canaan wasn't a place you could just enter without putting your life on the line.
He silently laid on the mattress for a while, waiting for his [Mechanicus] Perk to clean and repair it before he takes off his clothing and slips into bed. He wasn't willing to touch the mattress with bare skin until it was completely spotless... For obvious reasons.
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บท 171: Sovereign Trampled
The next day Afton found himself sitting at the Atomic Wranglers bar with his companions. Each had a drink in their hand, all of which were alcoholic... Sure it was technically still morning but the barkeeper ain't gonna complain.
"So, what's the plan for today kid?" Karl asks.
Afton shrugs, "I'm not too sure to be honest, I need to find my friend but I have no idea where to start... They might be inside New Vegas for all I know."
"So getting you a licence would be a start, you don't have enough for the straight cap check now anyway." he says snidely.
"Yeah? Well, I'd rather have an Anti-Material rifle on my back than a licence in my pocket. I'll find another way somehow."
James Garret, the barkeep and owner of the Atomic Wrangler decides at this time to interject. "Need a licence for the strip huh? Tough break, if you can't scrounge the caps together then I'd say to check with the Kings," he looks side to side suspiciously, "Guys seem to have a way to counterfeit licences for more than half the price... Or so someone who definitely isn't me heard."
Afton just raises a brow at him, "I thought people like you live for rumours and gossip, why're you getting antsy at revealing this?"
James shakes his head, "If the NCR knew I knew someone who knew the people who knew the guys who counterfeit licences then I'd have my shop raided like that." he snaps his fingers dramatically. "They don't take kindly to people screwing with their protocols and procedures, especially when it concerns money and taxes."
Karl chuckles grimly, "Fuckin' bureaucrats."
James nods, "Fuu-ukin bureaucrat." he drawls.
Deciding to pull the conversation back Afton sits up, "So I'll be checking with the... Crown wearing people." He corrects himself as James glares at him, "Would you two be willing to check around Freeside to make sure they aren't here?"
Karl and Boone shrug, "Sure."
James "Who're you lookin' for anyway?"
"A tanned woman wielding an axe and wearing a vault suit, and another woman with messy black hair, pale skin, small freckles on her cheeks... Probably wields a Power fist." he adds, remembering her stupid obsession with punching things...
James smirks at him, "Heh, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were sweet on her."
Afton just shakes his head, "She's like a big sister to me... And she's not interested in men."
"I was talking about the tanned girl, apparently you're more interested in the fisting girl." he jokes.
Afton sighs, "That aside, you seen them?"
James shrugs, "Personally? No. But... My sister said something about two weird people headed for the strip, that's al I know though."
"Alright... Thanks for the info I guess." he says as he turns towards Karl and Boone, "So, I'll head to the Elvis look-alikes and you guys search around Freeside... Probably best to stay in a group, I've already killed one gang, I doubt they'll be the last."
After the group comes to a consensus they leave the Atomic Wrangler after paying for their drinks... Though, as soon as they step outside the smell of burnt flesh assault them... Again. Seems someone... Or a few people got the bright idea to try and steal Dirt-Bird.. The small pile of corpses next to it really showed just how stupid and desperate the people of this place are.
Fortuantely, James Garret hadn't noticed the pile of smoking corpses outside his door, otherwise he might have had a couple things to say... He doubted many people would be willing to book a room in a place with this in-front of it...
"Right... I'll be taking Dirt-Bird with me, meet back here at nightfall." he says before hopping onto the bike and driving towards the Kings building down the street. He could've just walked there, but he felt it was best to remove themselves from the pile of corpses as soon as possible. Atleast the New Vegas Securitrons didn't intervene and destroy Dirt-Bird.
Afton slowly drives up to the Kings building... It's one of the more well-maintained buildings in the area... Meaning that it hadn't collapsed yet. On the front was a huge sign with the words 'The Kings' plastered across it and backed by a guitar silhouette.
To Afton it resembled an old comedy club, the Kings must've repurposed it as their hideout. The gang apparently controlled most of Freeside, even if there were a few smaller gangs still milling around.
The Kings looked at him warily as he slowly drove to the front of their building, kicking the stand down and stepping off of the bike, too aware that the many men surrounding him were ready to pull their weapons and start firing.
"Chill guys, I'm just here to see the King." he says casually while showing his palms.
"Well that's a funny son, since the King isn't here to see you. Best you went back to wherever you came from, 'specially since you got one of those NCR rifles on your back." one of the greasy-haired men threaten.
Afton just raises a brow at them, NCR rifle on his back? Was he referring to the Anti-Material rifle? He points a thumb at the rifle, "You mean this? I wasn't aware it was so... Well regarded around here."
"Only folk who use them are those fancy smancy ranger boys, so either you one of those, or a prissy rich kid who's compensatin'. Either way, the King doesn't wanna see you, dig?"
"I'm not either, I'm a mercenary. One you should probably know about by now, I tore apart some slaving pedophiles yesterday in Westside, couple weeks ago almost completey destroyed the Powder Gangers, and dealt a huge blow to a Legion military encampment... You sure you wanna mess with me?"
[Unnerving Presence is in effect]
The man took a step back as he felt cold sweat crawl down his spine, he wasn't sure why he was having such a bad reaction to this kid, but he knew shit was gonna get real if he continued...
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