章節 82: Prison ambush

*Bang!*

"AAAARRGHHH!" Eddie's horrified and pained scream echoes through the building, the dynamite he'd been stood on had exploded and blown all of his toes off, as well as heavily injuring his foot. To be honest, he was lucky to still have it attached to his leg.

The explosion and subsequent scream had Eddie's bodyguard distracted for a moment, this was quickly taken advantage of when Afton and Karl dashed in, the latter putting a bullet in the man's temple.

Afton quickly hops over the desk, Eddie was holding his foot and still groaning in pain, but had enough awareness to try and point his plasma pistol at him.

Afton used VATS to stop time and aim his strike properly, accurate kicking the gun out of the man's hand and then stamping on his face. "Give up Eddie, you're fucked. If you wanna keep that foot you'll be coming quietly," he states, grinding his shoe on the man's face.

Eddie doesn't say anything and just stays on the ground, holding his mangled foot while tear slip from his face.

Afton turns towards the door and shouts, "Yo, we got your ex-prisoner prisoner here!" he shouts as he starts patting Eddie down for anything good.

He just finds a couple caps and some energy cells, presumably used for ammo for the plasma pistol lying nearby. Afton walks over and picks it up, examining it and nodding to himself... It's in relatively good condition, though it could use a clean and some maintenance.

He spots a few other weapons lying on the ground and takes them as well, the sawn-off shotgun, 9mm submachine gun, and service rifle all being stuffed into his pack. The service rifle is too big to fit inside so he just ties some cord to it and hangs it from his backpack, obviously after he'd taken its magazine out.

There isn't all that much else to loot from the men... Though, that pair of sunglasses does look tempting. He grabs the sunglasses, as well as the Jet Eddie was keeping on him.

Not long after Afton had looted what he wanted NCR soldiers streamed into the room and picked up Eddie before quickly leaving again. Afton and Karl exit the building and are greeted by Emil who gives them satisfied nods. "Don't even know why I bothered sending my own men to this place, coulda just had you two deal with it yourselves..." he glances over them, "Walked straight into a building holding heavily armed criminals and you don't even have a scratch... As of now you're a free man Karl Martin, though, there'd be some caps in it for you if you wanted to help us ambush the returning Powder Gangers." he says with a grin.

The duo look at each other before shrugging, "Might as well." Afton mutters.

"What's the plan?" Karl asks the Sargeant.

"We'll make use of the watchtowers and station some men up there, the searchlights'll conceal their uniforms and allow us to get the drop on them. Other than that it's just a lot of bullets." Emil admits, the plan was rather basic but you didn't need a master plan to deal with some criminals, especially when you had the advantage in the first place.

"We can work with that." Karl says as he begins walking towards the metal wall, taking a seat in the darkness while reloading his .44 magnum. Afton takes a seat next to him, he wasn't going to be using his energy weapons this time, no point ruining their advantage of darkness by using luminescent projectiles.

It only took an hour for the Powder Gangers to arrive back at the prison, no doubt the gunshots and explosion from the C4 had attracted their attention. It was a group of forty men with Scrambler at the front, his eyepatch and mohawk were illuminated by the searchlights as he looked around suspiciously.

They walk around towards the front entrance of the facility, they'd probably notice the fact that Dawes wasn't guarding the door... The assault would begin as soon as they tried to enter the door that Karl had locked earlier.

...

Twenty of the men walk into the narrow gate and approach the door to the visitor centre, Scrambler grabbing the doorknob and trying to turn it. "The fuck?"

*BANGABANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG!*

Immediately after he muttered those words the NCR soldiers that surrounded them on all sides opened fire. The twenty men and Scrambler were annihilated in mere seconds as the twenty who'd luckily decided to wait outside the narrow gate started returning fire.

Karl and Afton had started firing as well, the latter throwing a couple sticks of dynamite into the crowd that was waiting. Limbs flew and bodies dropped as explosions and gunfire shook the surroundings.

The fight only lasted a couple minutes, but many were dead on either side. A few NCR soldiers were injured or dead, while most Powder Gangers had been riddled with bullets. Strangely enough, Scrambler was still attempting to shout orders to them despite the fact he'd been shot so many times that he looked like swiss cheese. He was either one of the baddest motherfuckers around or so doped up on Med X and other chems that he didn't notice how dire his injuries were.

This single fight ended the NCRCF Powder Gangers, the NCR wouldn't allow them to retake the prison again, and even if they got lazy in defending it, the Powder Gangers simply lacked the numbers to be a threat.

After the fight Emil came by the duo, Afton had looted some more ammo from the bodies but didn't touch anything else. Despite how the NCR liked to present themselves, they'd scavenge and 'requisition' goods from the dead. The wasteland was a harsh place and surviving meant grabbing any resources available... This was the case even for the NCR.