บท 377: Gommoriah...
Gomorrah turned out not to be the 'casino; Afton had expected it to be. Sure, in the main room there were blackjack and poker tables, but they were merely a front so guests had an excuse for coming here.
Afton walked around the club and quickly came to the realisation that this was no casino, but a whore house. He honestly hadn't thought a brothel this big would survive in the Mojave... Sexually transmitted diseases were usually stopped via condoms and other medicine, but, did condoms even exist nowadays?
The answer is most certainly, no. So, people who came here to indulge did so at their own risk. Afton was pretty sure the girls weren't being compensated properly for their life-threatening 'career'.
So, as a girl in a skimpy outfit came to see if he wanted any drinks as he watched a pole dance, he checked her over with [Living Anatomy].
[Tina Harrow]
Health : 67%
Stamina : 40%
DT : 1
Strength : 2
Perception : 5
Endurance : 4
Charisma : 8
Intelligence : 3
Agility : 4
Luck : 3
Ailments :
[Lacerations] : Increase likelihood to start bleeding from other trauma.
[Hairline cheek fracture] : Causes pain when moving facial muscles or eating.
[HIV] : Damages immune system and eventually develops into AIDS, loss of health and eventual death. -1 Endurance.
[Yeast infection] : Causes itchiness and pain.
[Jet addiction] : -1 Agility, -1 Charisma.
Afton glances at the status and mentally grimaces, that certainly wasn't good, not just because of the diseases, but because of her injuries too... One didn't receive those kinds unless you're brawling, in battle, or being abused.
He sends the woman off to get him a whisky while thinking what he should do about it, or whether it was better left alone... He still needed to find Tamia and Veronica, so he couldn't intervene, right?...
He shakes his head and decides he'd speak to the girl and then plan his actions afterwards. Fortunately, just as he makes this decision she walks up and places the drink on his table, smiling at him and waiting if he needed anything else.
Afton lightly coughs into his hand before turning his attention to her, "Er, excuse me miss? I was wondering if I could... Hire you?"
...
The woman raises a brow and looks over in the direction of some gangsters before slowly nodding, "I-um, I'd love that... If you've got what it takes." she states, and Afton just nods and forks over a handful of caps.
The girl takes one last glance at the gangsters before leading up through the club and to a room. The places thick with incense or whatever else they use to cover the smell of sex and old semen, but Afton's senses were good enough that he could smell everything anyway.
She leaves the door unlocked and strides to the heart-shaped bed while stripping her clothes off. She's pretty, sure, but Afton could tell that under all the makeup she'd look sickly, and injured.
He could see the barely healed lacerations around her thighs, as if someone had secured her in place with barbed wire to torture her. He raises his hand up before she could get too into this... He wasn't fucking around with HIV, even if it was supposedly immune to all diseases. "Stop... I only wanted to talk, I'm not interested in your 'normal' services. Alright?"
The girl frowns and glances towards the door that's currently behind Afton, as if thinking about how to escape. "You sure? We don't do refunds here you know..."
Afton shrugs, "I don't mind, as long as you try to answer my questions to the best of your ability."
She nods, "Fine, but you touch me and I'll scream, the boys'll come runnin'."
"Scream if you want, but I won't be the cause of it... My first question is, where did you get those injuries?"
The girl raises a brow and her hands unconsciously move to her legs, "I don't know what you mean?"
Afton just gestures at her, "I know one thing for certain, those wounds on your legs weren't from tripping... Does it still hurt from when he hit you in the face?"
[Spies Guise is in effect]
"H-how do you know about that?" the girl blurts out, her eyes going wide at her own words.
Afton nods, "Ah, so it did happen. Good thing you confirmed it for me, I wasn't entirely sure what the cause was..." he pauses, "Who's responsible for it?"
The girl's breath hitches in her throat and she shakes her head, "I won't tell you... Thing'll only get worse if word gets out... If you want to help, it's best you just leave."
Afton shakes his head, "I don't know that until I figure out what's happening. I'm not one to run away from challenges, so work with me on this and maybe we can help each other out."
"I won't... Can't. I think you should go." she finally says, rubbing her neck anxiously.
Afton sighs, knowing he won't be getting any good information out of her. "Fine, I'll leave your injuries alone, just answer a few more questions and I'll go." he says and she nods, "Have you heard of two women called Tamia and Veronica?" he asks, going on to describe their looks and personalities.
The girl shakes her head, "No... Never seen anyone like that..."
"Ok... Do you know of a man called Lowell Thompson Jr?"
...
"One of them NCR soldiers, right?" the girl asks before continuing, "Fat, ugly guy, sometimes enjoys the girls here... He hasn't been around for a while, don't know where he is..." she admits.
Afton slowly nods, seems like the major isn't as honourable as some might think. He wasn't sure what the military ettiquate was in the NCR, but he was certain Higher ranked individuals would be warned away from something like that... Scandals don't exactly help with their look after all. "Alright... Thanks for your time, try to keep yourself safe." he says while turning to leave.
The girl doesn't say anything as he exits, simply watching his back with a troubled look.
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บท 378: Right hand of Cachino...
As soon as Afton steps out from the prostitute's room, his danger sense gives a mild sensation. And as he turns to look he spots a chubby, balding, gangster standing nearby watching the door... As soon as he spots Afton he begins marching over with a scowl.
"Ey, you there... Yeah, you! You gotta come with me if you know what's good for ya." he threatens as a few other patrons of the club watch.
Afton was tempted to just knock the fat bastard on his ass, but decides to see what's up... He hadn't done anything wrong in the club yet, meaning there was only a couple things it could be... Either he'd somehow disrespected the man, caught the attention of the club owners, or it's something to do with the girl he'd just paid for...
Putting on a meek face, Afton gives a sheepish smile to the man, "Sure, what can I do for you?"
"Shuttin' your mouth and coming with me would be a start." he growls out, beginning to lead Afton out of the guest rooms and up the floors of the club. Eventually they reach one of the top floors where he's led into a large empty hallway, and afterwards an even larger, emptier room.
It certainly looked better than most places in the Mojave, with nice paintings, furniture, and other finery scattered around the room... Though, Afton could vaguely smell the scent of blood, which would've put him on edge if he wasn't already. "Is there something I can do for you, Mr...?"
"The name's Cachino, and you know what you can do... But if you don't, that's just too bad." he says, stepping forwards and punching Afton in the face as hard as he can.
Afton mentally scoffs at the man's 'audacity' and allows the hit to connect. A *CRACK!* sounds out in the room, but it doesn't come from Afton... He struggles not to immediately burst out into laughter at Cachino's pained groan.
The fat gangster was trying to put on a tough front, but it was obvious to both of them that his attack had done more damage to himself than his target.
[Cachino]
Health : 95%
Stamina : 95%
DT : 3
Strength : 5
Perception : 7
Endurance : 6
Charisma : 3
Intelligence : 5
Agility : 4
Luck : 4
Ailments :
[Broken right hand] : Causes pain, and victim is unable to use appendage until healed. -1 Agility.
[Tendonitis] : Causes swelling and joint pain. -1 Agility.
[Sociopath] : Is unable to empathise or understand other's emotions. -1 Charisma.
[HIV] : Damages immune system and eventually develops into AIDS, loss of health and eventual death. -1 Endurance.
Afton just smirks at the man, "What's wrong Cachino? You stub your toe or something?" he asks mockingly.
"You shut you're fuckin' mouth. First, you touch one of my girls and now you break my hand? I'll have your fuckin' head for this!"
Afton just scoffs at the man, "No, you broke your hand. I did literally nothing but let you hit me... That's like shooting me, missing, getting hit by your own bullet, and then blaming me." he shakes his head, "I'd continue mocking your stupid ass, but we're not here for that, are we?... You beat and torture those girls, don't you Cachino?"
[Spies Guise is in effect]
"No, who'd you fuckin' hear that from... Was it Tina!? I'll fuckin'..." he stops and glancing at Afton, "Give her a talk..."
"Yeah, that's believable, you fat, retard." Afton chuckles, "I'm guessing you 'deal' with your girls here, right?" Afton asks, but doesn't need an answer, the scent of blood had already given it away. "That must mean it's soundproof, right?"
...
Cachino begins sweating at Afton's words, it was obvious Afton could destroy Cachino in a fight, and now he was stuck here in a soundproof room with him. "No. People in the hall can still hear what's goin' on inside." he states, though, neither of the men believe those words.
"Then it's good no one seems to be up here... Your doing, no doubt?" Afton asks, knowing that the man probably cleared the floor so he could deal with Afton in peace... Murder wasn't uncommon in the Mojave, but killing anyone in the strip was a big no-no. Mr House knows that one murder usually leads to two others, and then four, and so on. Hence Cachino's attempt to keep it secret.
Plus, Afton was pretty sure harming the women working in the brothel was frowned down on... It was literally shooting yourself in the foot and damaging your own property. He wondered how long Cachino would keep his position if his actions came to light.
Again, Afton's danger sense warns him of something, and he quickly spots Cachino's hand reaches for the revolver in his waistband. Quickly before the gangster can react, he ignites his Proton axe and throws it, the hard-light axe flying through the air and leaving a purple trail as it moves.
Both men watch in fascination and horror as it hits Cachino in the shoulder, easily slicing through it, leaving a cauterized wound and allowing the arm to drop to the floor.
...
Cachino looks at his former-arm for a moment before taking a deep breath. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! OH MY FUCKING GOD!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGHHHHHH!"
The man continues to scream in absolute agony, dropping to the floor and clutching his new stump while screaming as much as his throat will allow. The man eventually devolves into a blubbering mess who just sits on the floor with tears streaming from his face...
"Hmm, I don't remember being like this after cutting my arm off." he mutters while looking unsympathetically at the cowardly gangster.
He walks over and kicks the man onto his back, swiping his revolver as he does so. Afterwards, he rests a foot on the man's chest and glares down at him, "So, here's how this is going to go... You tell me what I want to know, and I won't start cutting other pieces off of you... Capiche?"
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