บท 172: King of the pit
The man just continued to stare at Afton, not sure what to do... Backing out now would cause him to lose face in front of the other Kings, in a gang this was tantamount to a being demoted or even thrown out depending on how it's received.
"Hang on, I heard about that. Ripped two boys apart with that bike of his and scared the folk there." the one who spoke steps forward and whispers in the Kings ear, "Boss, if you try to fight this guy then I'm duckin' out."
Afton watches as the man before him straightens up and forcefully relaxes his posture, "I suppose the King could see you, you got good rep around these parts..."
"What's your name?" Afton asks, wanting to know the man who buckled to him, perhaps he'd be able to get more out of him later on.
"Peeps call me Chance."
"I'm Afton." he nods before walking towards the door of the Kings building. The building around him still tense up, but they realise that he wasn't going to be stopped by idle threats.
Inside the building there were many Kings just sitting around chatting, eating, and reading frayed-looking magazines with what looked like Elvis Presley on the covers. They all turn to glare at him as he enters, it wouldn't be a warm welcome without the whole place scowling at him after all.
Chance points to a door that a single King was leaning against. "That's Pacer, a tough bastard who takes no shit from anyone but the King... Try not to get into a fight with him."
Afton shrugs, "Alright, thanks." he says, leaving chance and approaching Pacer who's eyes were quickly examining him, lingering on his weapons a few times. "Yo, I need to speak with the King."
"The King? Who do you think you are, asshole? You don't see the King, the King see's you. If you don't understand that then you should get out." he states confrontationally.
Afton just sighs to himself, "Look, I need to speak with the King so would you 'kindly' get outta the way." he says, losing his temper slightly as seeing so many Elvis look-alikes try to take advantage of him was getting on his nerves.
Pacer pushes himself off of the wall and stands off with Afton, his height slightly shorter than the eighteen-year-olds. "You better hold your tongue boy, the Kings rule this place, and you're about to get into a fight with one."
"Yeah? I wonder if all that grease in your hair is flammable, be a shame if something were to happen to it." he wonders aloud, causing Pacer's eyes to widen slightly. Clearly, he'd thought that exact thing a few times before.
"Is that a threat, boy?"
"Not a threat, a promise." Afton replies with a scowl.
The room goes silent as all the Kings watch the confrontation, and, after a moment. Pacer breaks the tension... By trying to punch Afton in the face.
[John Wick Style is in effect]
Most of the other Kings knew that Pacer was a tough bastard, and any who'd been hit by him before knew that the kid would most likely go down like a heap of potato's... But they were surprised to see the kid easily dodge the hit and throw his own fist back, hitting Pacer on the cheek and causing him to stumble backwards into the wall.
And as if someone had signalled for everyone to fight the entire place started to stand to get a piece of Afton.
Afton was regretful that he couldn't see the King without fighting these jokers, he wasn't all the prideful, but if he was challenged he wouldn't back down... That's what lead to this. After he'd punched Pacer the rest of the Kings jumped in with fists flying. Fortunately Afton had upgraded his Agility before coming here, not to mention the sun streaming through the window, activating his [Solar Powered] Perk and giving him 10 Strength.
His unarmed skills weren't all that good, but his speed and dodging ability trumped the Kings ability to hit him. Any hits he took were glancing blows at best.
Chance watched with wrapt attention as Afton weaved through the group of Kings as they all tried to assault him. Dodging their punches, kicks, and any attempts to grapple him. Even if a King did manage to grab him, Afton either forcefully made them release him, or picks them up and thrown them at the others with what could only be super-human strength.
Slowly the number of Kings was whittling down, most dropping unconscious from hits their own comrades had thrown. Afton was so slippery that some had even decided to back away and avoid the fight altogether.
One person had managed to grab ahold of Afton's Anti-Material rifle, but Afton spun around at stupid speed and headbutted that guy into oblivion... Whether or not he was dead would be anyone's guess, hopefully not as he still needed to be somewhat civil with these people... He thinks to himself as he breaks the nose of Pacer who'd come back for more.
Pacer was clearly getting agitated by him, he'd received many blows but returned none. After getting his nose broken he seemed to have had enough and reached towards his revolver... Chase was about to jump in and stop him from turning this relatively tame brawl into a shootout. But something else intervened first.
The door Pacer had been guarding flies open, revealing a very angry looking King and an equally pissed looking cyber-dog next to him.
"What in the blazes is goin' on out here!?" he shouts, causing everyone to stop fighting.
The King wore a different outfit to the other Elvis look-alikes, wearing a beige suit coat and black dress trousers. The dog next to him was almost entirely made of metal, a few parts were still flesh and blood, including its face, but the top of its head held a glass sphere containing its brain which was floating some sort of bio-fluid.
Afton just glances around at the injured Kings and rapidly thinks about what he should say... This guy has info that he desperately need, but he'd just walked in on Afton beating all his men. Shit, that's right! He coughs into his hand and tries to do his best Elvis impersonation, "When things go wrong, don't go with them!" he says, pointing to the unconscious Kings.
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บท 173: Doubtful
Elsewhere :
Karl and Boone had been looking around Freeside for a while now, they'd encountered many different kinds of people during their search... Some regular poverty-stricken folk, scammers, drug dealers, drug addicts, and gangs, the latter of which the duo tried to keep some distance from. It wouldn't do for them to start butchering people as soon as they entered Freeside, even if the people deserved it.
Most people didn't really have any information on their quarry, Karl just assumed Tamia was in a rush to get into the strip and murder the guy who'd capped her. Though, if something like that did happen they would've heard about it by now. One doesn't just murder someone of presumably high-standing within the strip without causing a ruckus.
From what Karl understood, New Vegas was a politically tumultuous as the NCR hierarchy is... Bribes, corruptions, backstabbing, and every other crime you could think of all being committed by the leaders with little to no accountability.
Of course, there was one thing the casino bosses weren't willing to do, or more accurately, weren't able to do. Mr House ran a tight operation, and if anyone would dare try to evade the tax he'd set upon the strip, they'd likely have an army of Securitrons knocking on their doors.
Boone looks to Karl as they walk through one of the many hidden back alleys of Freeside, both had already needed to scare off a couple desperate folk looking for caps, but they were still ready to retaliate if anyone dared to try to rob them. "Hey... You think we'll really be able to do damage to the Legion?" he quietly asks, as if he wasn't expecting a positive answer.
Karl glances to him, "I'll tell you my thoughts, but first I wanna know why you're askin'."
Boone nods slightly, "I don't know... It just feels a bit farfetched to think that us three would be able to do any meaningful damage to something as big as the Legion. The NCR has put most of their resources in the Mojave forth to try and eradicate the Legion, and yet they're still struggling."
"I think you're looking at this all wrong kid, we don't need to single-handedly destroy you Legion ourselves you know? All we need to do is break the stalemate between the NCR and them, it could be as big as killing a commander during a vital siege, or capturing some valuable intel. I can already think of thousands of methods to slowly pry the parasite that is the Legion away from the Mojave." Karl states confidently.
Boone seems to be convinced by his reasoning, he'd been so focussed on dealing with the problem himself that he'd forgotten that the Legion isn't that well-liked among other factions. His tunnel vision had caused him to miss the wider situation. "In that case, let me ask something else... Do you think we'll make it out of this alive?"
"We will. We have to. I'll drag my daughter out of their grasp with my teeth if I have to, and I'll kill any who get in my way. I believe that Afton will lead us in the right direction for our goals, the kid seems to have a knack for getting into beneficial trouble."
"How can trouble be beneficial?" Boone asks sarcastically.
"Well, as the saying goes, 'Every cloud has its silver lining', though, I think 'What doesn't kill you makes you stronger' is the most accurate verse in our situation... With every conflict we become more efficient, better geared, feared. Eventually we'll be too big a target for either faction to ignore, it's at that moment that we'll become big enough players to affect the board." Karl doesn't mention the fact that he's seen Afton grow exponentially stronger the most time he was around the kid, whether it was really happening or just a trick of the eyes was another matter entirely.
Boone nods, "Afton's already repurposed a motorcycle, I wonder what else he's capa-" he stops midsentence as the duo notice something in the distance, far along the relatively dark alleyway there seemed to be a small gathering of people... This wouldn't usually be all that strange, if it weren't for the few people wearing Fiend clothing being present...
The duo hide behind a ruined building as soon as they spot them, fortunately the opposition didn't seem to have noticed them.
"The fuck are Fiends doing inside of Freeside?" Karl quickly whispers, many plans of action forming in his mind and being picked off due to the lack of information.
Boone sticks out his hunting rifle and peeks through the scope to get a better look at the situation, there were a few homeless-looking folk talking animatedly with the Fiends. They didn't seem uncomfortable either which meant this probably wasn't the first time they'd met. "Don't know, but whatever it is can't be good for Freeside."
Karl nods, "Let's hold off looking for Tamia for now, we need to figure out what they're up to before something drastic can happen... Cover me, I'm going to take a closer look." he says before slowly sneaking through the rubble.
Boone looks around for a better vantage point and finds a ruined building with a collapsed second story, the floor having formed a steep ramp leading to it. Boone quickly scrambles up it as quietly as possible before propping his hunting rifle on one of the windows.
He watches from the second floor as Karl sneaks towards the conversing group, scanning the area to make sure no-one could notice him. The situation was one who didn't usually like to find himself, covering someone without a spotter beside him... He was very vulnerable to being snuck up on, though, with the only entrance to the second story of the building being the ramp, he knew he'd likely hear someone if they tried to climb it.
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