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บท 379: Turd in the wind...

Once Chachino regains his bearings he quickly kicks himself away from Afton, with his back eventually hitting the wall... Fear practically oozes from him as he pats himself over to check if he still had a weapon. But unfortunately for him, Afton'd already taken it.

"P-P-P-PLEASE! I'm sorry! You can do whatever you want to the girls, I don't give a fuck!"

Afton smiles down at the man, picking up the thrown Proton axe and beginning to casually twirl it about in his fingers.

[Spies Guise is in effect]

[Intimidation succeeded]

"L-Look! If this is about that Legion shit, I got nothin' to do with it! It's the others, they're fuckin' crazy!... Let me go and I'll tell you whatever you want, j-just don't hurt me!" he pleads pathetically.

...

Huh, Afton hadn't been expecting that. He'd just been wanting to scare the guy as much as possible before asking some questions about his targets, buuut, if the Legion was somehow involved here...

"Tell me what you know... Mr House doesn't like Bulls on his property, if you get what I mean." he growls out, pretending he worked for House.

Obviously, most people wouldn't believe that as House mostly acted with his robots instead of through people... But Chachino was too scared to rationally think at the moment, allowing Afton to take advantage of his cowardly nature.

"L-Look, all I know is rumours... The family, they've been stockpiling guns for some reason, I don't know what for but whatever it is, I got nothin' to do with it!"

Stockpiling guns? Are they planning on taking over the strip or something? That'd be incredibly difficult to do considering they'd have to fight not only Mr House's robots, but the NCR soldiers all stationed here as well...

"Who's in charge here?" Afton asks, deciding that he could deal with this threat later on by interrogating the actual guy in charge.

"I-It's Nero and his right-hand Big Sal, they lead the Omerta's and own the Casino... Don't tell 'em I said anything, they'd butcher me like a dog.

Afton shrugs, "Alright... I got a couple more questions, you answer them correctly and I'll 'cut you loose'." he states and Cachino quickly nods. Afton proceeds to question him about Tamia and Veronica, but the man has apparently never heard of them...

"Ok, how about Lowell Thompson Jr, you know anything about him?"

Cachino quickly nods, "Y-yeah, he's a frequent customer here, likes to hire groups of girls at a time... No idea where he gets the money."

"Do you know where he is now?"

Cachino shakes his head, "No! Last I saw him he was talkin' about finding some higher class broads or somethin'... He's not come by since, I swear!"

"What do you think he meant by 'Higher class'?" Afton asks, himself not having a clue.

"I don't know! Maybe he wasn't happy with the new girls we got? Maybe he wanted fresh meat? Fuck if I know!"

Afton sighs, "Hmm... You know anything about a guy who wears a checkered suit?" he asks.

"You mean Benny?" Cachino questions, "That pompous fuck runs the Tops, the Casino next door... What'd he do to get on your radar?" he asks curiously, seemingly forgetting the situation he's in."

"He shot a friend of mine..." he quietly says, quickly going through various plans.

If Benny wasn't already dead, then Tamia and Veronica would still looking for him... All he had to do was wait around the Tops until they arrived, though, how long that'd take he has no idea. They might still be away from the Mojave for all he knew.

He was tempted just to kill Benny himself, but knew Tamia wouldn't take that well... She struck him as a particularly vengeful person, someone who wanted to deal with their problems with her own two hands.

Afton slowly nods, "Alright, that's all I wanted to know... Thank you for your time Cachinco." he says while taking a step towards the man.

Cachino cowers further into the wall at this, "W-wait! You said you'd cut me loose! PLEASE!"

Afton chuckles, "Yeah, you should've been more mindful, 'cut loose' can imply a number of things... As of now, I'm going to cut you loose of your arms, legs, and maybe even your head if I feel like it. Sound good?"

"WAIT!"

*Bzzztch!*

The sound of his Proton axe cutting and burning through flesh is a satisfying one, though, it could barely be heard of Cachinco's screams. Afton isn't all that empathetic to the man though, someone who rapes, and tortures those working under him deserves every second of this.

After all is said and done, Afton leaves the room with only a smoking disassembled body behind. He locks the door behind him to give himself enough time to get away from Gomorrah's, there's no need to start a firefight right now... That can wait until he needs to come back and sort out the problems involving the Legion.

Elsewhere :

Karl was beginning to regret coming here... They'd entered the club and been stripped of all weapons, which wasn't so bad, but things had started getting much worse when they'd sat down at a Blackjack table.

He'd intended to just play low stakes games and gather as much information as possible, but he'd underestimated just how unlucky he was. The caps he'd come in with were quickly deteriorating, and it didn't help that Josie was getting a bit too into the 'New Vegas spirit'...

She'd not been trained for this sort of thing, so she was drinking too much, gambling too much, and speaking too much... She hadn't revealed anything too dire yet, but it as only a matter of time...

That wasn't even mentioning the fact Karl had struggled to get even a peep out of their dealer yet. The man was professional, and knew what he was doing... He was simply the dealer of cards and deterrent for cheaters, nothing more.

Karl sighs as he folds, wondering if the others were having better luck than he was. Hopefully, there'd be some news before Josie got black-out drunk.


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บท 380: Polite-Hostile Company

Boone glances at the bartender as he sips his drink. He'd been sitting at the bar for twenty minutes now, but still hadn't heard anything interesting... The Ultra-Lux was exactly as it presented itself; Pompous, high-class, expensive, and polite.

Polite, as in, making small talk and nothing else.

The Ultra-Lux itself is an incredibly white, marble building, with staff that wear black tuxedo's and masks to hide their faces. Most customers who come here buy and wear masks as well, though, why they do Boone can't really figure out.

All in all, Boone thought it looked quite creepy. Everything was too clean and clinical, everyone was faceless and unaccountable. Not to mention the rumours Boone had heard about the place while he was still serving... Apparently they'd been eating people here... Whether or not it was true is still up in the air though.

Something that may have been inhibiting his information gathering was how much he stuck out... He was literally wearing heavy combat armour with a flying armed robot floating next to him. People glared at him for 'ruining the ambience', but he didn't really have a change of clothes... Nor was he willing to purchase one of those stupid-looking tuxedo's that cost more than a good gun.

Fortunately, his outfit isn't currently the one drawing the most attention...

*Bang!*

The double doors of the Ulta-Lux fly open as a bearded man wearing a gambler outfit and a desperado cowboy hat strolls in, followed by a heavily armed bodyguard who, for some reason, is allowed to keep his weapon.

"WHERE IS MY SON!" the man shouts, catching the attention of everyone in the main lobby.

"Excuse me sir, but could you please calm down? You are disturbing our other-"

*Smack!*

The Ultra-Lux staff is smacked in the face causing their mask to fly off and clatter to the floor, they land on their ass while holding their face, glaring hatefully at their attacker.

"You don't tell me what to do you jumped-up mask-wearing piece of shit! You will return my son, Ted Gunderson, to me, or I'll have this whole place turned upside-fucking-down!"

"H-Heck Gunderson?" the man who'd just been slapped stutters out, as if he'd just found out he was looking the president.

"If you know me, then you better damn well listen to me! GIVE ME MY SON!"

"D-dad!?" a voice shouts from the hallway leading to another part of the Ultra-Lux. A young man, maybe eighteen years old runs out looking horrified at his father's actions. "You're here!?"

Heck Gunderson marches towards the boy and smacks him across the head multiple times, "You fuckin' stupid boy! I tell you when and where to go, I expect you to be there! You disobey me again and I'll tan your hide and sell it!" he shouts.

"D-Dad! I didn't have a choice, they-"

*Smack!*

"You shut up and come with me, arrogant brat!"

Boone watches as the father drags the son away, but his train of thought is interrupted by two people taking a seat next to him and beginning to whisper amongst each other... Were it not for his well-trained senses, he might've missed it.

"Yeah, looked like he was about to get nabbed..." one mutters conspiratorially.

"Really? Why would they try and kidnap him? Aside from his dad, who I'd bet wouldn't pay a ransom, he's got nothing."

Boone finally looks over at them, spotting two well-dressed women, both wearing masks, a tuxedo and a dress. Either they bought the outfits, or they worked here... The latter option was unlikely given that they were questioning the going on within the Ultra-Lux. He lightly coughs into his fist and quietly addresses them, "Sounds to me that something's not right around here."

...

The two seems surprised that they'd be heard and look him over appraisingly, "What's it to you?" the taller one asks in a suspicious tone.

Boone leans forward and swirls his drink around, "I'm something of a 'problem-solver', and it sounds to me like you have a problem to solve." he downs the last of his drink, "Besides, not like I have anything else to do here." he states and ED-E beeps happily alongside him.

"Oh? Well, you're my problem, so solve that, squinty." she retorts, making Boone raise a brow at the sudden antagonism.

The other masked lady nudges the taller one in the side, "Hey, don't go scaring away free-help..." she looks at Boone, "It is free, right?"

Boone shrugs, deciding to see where this rabbit hole went. "Sure."

After 'agreeing' to work for free, the girls dragged him up to a hotel room where they quickly stuffed an extra Tuxedo into his arms... Judging by the small bloodstain on the collar hidden by the black coat, they hadn't bought this...

"Put it on, you're too conspicuous wearing all that armour." the shorter one says.

"Wait... Tell me your names first, I need to know who I'm working with."

"Christine." the shorter one says.

"Johanna." the other states.

Boone nods at them, "The name's Boone, but you can call me 'Squinty'." he says, not seeing a reason to hide his name. This gets a round of chuckles from the two women however, hopefully putting him in their 'good-book' for now. It wouldn't do to get stabbed in the back while the other's are out investigating the other casino's... Despite everything, he still had the pride of a professional.

He leaves them and enters the bathroom, but raises a brow at the naked man in the bathtub who's had his head bludgeoned to the point of becoming jello... Well, at least now he knew where they got the suit from. Though, he wasn't sure he was happy about shedding his armour in a potentially hostile situation, with no weapons no-less.

Regardless, he takes it all off and puts on the Tuxedo, struggling with the box-tie slightly before managing to get it in some sort of 'knot'. The outfit itself is a bit tight, but that was unavoidable in this kind of situation.

He then puts on the mask, making him look almost exactly like one of the staff that work in the Ultra-Lux... The only thing he was missing was the cane... The cane which just so happened to be lying on the floor next to the bathtub. It was dented slightly and covered in blood and brain matter, however... Nothing a little spritz in the sink couldn't handle though.


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