George tucked his magnum into his holster and headed towards the Vegas gate.
"Gentlemen its clear to me that two of the families on the strip are simply un-trustworthy, eating people, and god knows what else"
"You wanna know what we ought to do? Wipe 'em out! Not the whole families just the heads, take out the underlings, you know you knock a few pillars the whole structure comes tumbling down"
"Way as I see it we take out the White Gloves and Omertas we can replace 'em with families that aren't about shady deals and cannibalism, families that would help support the strip instead of hurting it and press the unification issue, finally ending this incessent war"
"You know this is going to be almost impossible sure killing the white glove leaders might be easy since they only have dress cain's, But the Omertas their armed to the teeth and I'm pretty sure Mr House would find out and send in his securitrons."
Monty was unsure how to progress and voiced so. "This is a problem amigos, but I don't think I can help you any further. I was trained in long range combat and open wasteland recon. I won't be finding any of that on the Strip and I will only bring your cause down 'cause of it. I'd like to help, but I can't."
He would follow them until they got to the Strip's north gate, at which point he would take his payment and return to the Mojave Outpost.
"Hey hey, you got it all wrong" bayaraq told the sniper, his voice full of false-cheer "if you get in one these buildings, high up by a window i'll bet you can be more effective than ten of each of us: he said, gesturing to himself and the others.
"For christ sakes, and how are we going to catch and question these men? They're likely higher ups in their respective families so how do we question them? Kidnap them? There really isn't anywhere on the strip one of the families or Mr. House can't enter...unless we took them to the embassy..."
"I could call in a favor with the guards and we could use the barracks to interrogate 'em, or we could just send Monty into one of the hotels and have scoop the heads off every important looking person in the casino and thats not neccesarily clean"
"On the other hand we could split up go in there with some easy to hide weapons and kill the bad guys while they're eating or fucking or somethin' I know the MPs say that theres alot of illegal arms dealers on the strip so thats always an option"
"When we get in we should buy 22. pistols and knifes go in teams of two since Monty won't be joining us go into the casino's find out who's in charge or whoever is behind all this and take them out, We should also do it quickly cause bringing people over to the embassy will take to long and raise suspision."
"The man's right Capitan; how would it look if Strip family heads were being corralled into the NCR Embassy with guns to their backs? You're seriously asking for an uprising against NCR presence on the Strip," Monty said incredulously.
"And, for real, I don't think you guys understand. I am not trained for urban combat. Casinos won't let you in with a weapon, much less a high powered rifle, and there ain't no way to sneak in - it's front door or nothing. Even if I did get into a casino with my rifle, I couldn't start "scooping heads" unless I've got line of sight, and you bet your culo anyone important is gonna be deep inside the casinos!"
The more he talked, the more the thought about the operation. "And what about you guys? You think nobody's gonna see you walk in and out, conveniently around the time family heads got capped? You're gonna be the Strip's public enemies before you can get out the gate..."
Deliberating on an alternate plan, Monty spoke up. "What if you guys got into the Strip... you find one of those TV robots and explain the other families are doin' shady shit around the Strip. House prolly already got eyes on the Omertas..."
He turned to Bayaraq and inquired, "You think you can do some fast talking to those robots, Frank? Get House to get involved? He's got intel on casino interior layouts, employee counts, equipment requisitions... he's much better prepared to administer a hostile takeover than our ragtag bunch here."
"I can try" he responded, trying to remember the very little he knew about House "though if he don't do anything, i gotta be honest with you guys, i'm out. I'm gonna go into the Tops, get a meal and then crash out in my room. I'm not trying to get caught up in some political murder plot, which i'm sure would not make the NCR look to good."
"Hold on, who said anything about some big murder plot?" said Aaron. "This is about stopping whatever the families are doing and keeping them in the Strip and out of Freeside."
(I think this ought to be discussed among us. Obviously, we shouldn't go and affect canon by killing off the Omerta hierarchy. Why don't we just call the whole thing with the White Gloves and Omertas under the eyes of the top brass and make it more of an isolated partnership? White Gloves get their human meat and Omertas get slave-prostitutes from the partnership.)
"We need to know who exactly is in charge of this operation," said Aaron. "For all we know, their top brasses might not even know.
"We spread out in two groups. Lachlan, we both have PIP-Boys, so we can radio each other. He goes with one, I go with the other. Once one of us catches a suspicious Omerta or White Glove, we radio it and we met by the Kings' place."
Monty nodded to the group as the plan got sorted out. "If we doin' a stakeout, I need to have overwatch on the gate. I've never been much of an interrogator anyway... I'll go back to the King again, see if I can dig in on his roof. Worth a shot, at least."
He turned and took a few steps toward the School of Impersonation before turning on his heel and began backpedaling, addressing Bayaraq, "You can still back out Frank, go to The Tops instead. I'm not one to tell my customers what to do."
With that he resumed his dash to the King, leaving the group behind. "I'll check back with you guys in 10, let you know my position. If shit goes south... you'll hear it."
"Hide in plain sight, I should think," answered Aaron. "Just look like small mercenary groups, just loitering with food and drink, having a good time after finishing a job. They'll pay us no mind and we have the element of surprise and superior observation."
George adjusts his belt and then retrives a wallet from his back pocket, "Also when we get into the strip I'm gonna but us some .22s, were not gonna be doing this Goodfellas style but I prefer some protection"
"Also find a place you can hide it where the guards won't find it, don't ask where I putting mine"
"I Have an empty space in my Pip-boy I usually keep a knife and some lockpicks in it incase I get locked up but I might be able to fit a gun in it."
Lachlan pulls a small screwdriver off his belt and unscrewed the four screws opening the compartment showing the guts off the Pip-Boy and a space for hiding small weapons and tools, A fairly small piece of C4 with wires connected to it can be seen as well.
"Oh I forgot I had that in there...thats for uhh emergencies."
(Since this post covers post about ten minutes, skip my next two turns while you guys get ready. I apologize for the long post, but I want to make sure Monty did everything I wanted him to before you guys were all ready.)
Monty strode the 75 meters back to the King's School of Impersonation and poked his head into the main lobby. The King was still there, scritching Rex under his chin, whose slobbering tongue flopped out as he panted. Because Monty wasn't wearing a hat, Rex simply put his tongue back in his mouth and turned his head in curiosity when he saw Monty come through the door. This caught The Kings attention.
"Back already? I already told you once: I'm not lettin' NCR in and I'll be postin' more men at the entrances. Why, it's only been twenty minutes since you were houndin' me..." The King said with a furrowed brow. Robbie, who was standing nearby, perked from the wall he was leaning against and rested his hand on his sidearm, an N99.
Monty raised his hands to show he meant no harm. "No, you've got me wrong. My men and I are trying to take care of the problem ourselves, like you said. Problem is, I need a vantage point so I can have eyes on the stakeout where my friends are at. Since you own the tallest building that far away from the gate into Vegas, your roof would be my best option."
The King looked at Robbie with a blinking stare and began chuckling; Robbie also started chortling. They laughed for a moment, but when the King saw that Monty wasn't even cracking a smile, he spoke up, "Oh, you were serious? No. No, you cannot use my roof for your stakeout. If the Family's find out that I had any part in what you're doing, they're gonna take the fight to me an' I just can't risk that. Find some other roof."
Monty sighed out of disappointment, but went to push his luck. "Can I at least use the roof to scope out another vantage point? Por favor, señor. I swear on my mother's life, if you help me here, Freeside will be much safer than it is now.... please."
The King bit his lip and sighed in resignation. "Fine, Brian will escort you to the roof, but I want you outta here in five. You got that?" Monty nodded and hurried off to the roof where he scouted out possible roosts. After three minutes, Monty was out the door and thanked the King for his cooperation.
Monty hustled over to a building across the way from the School of Impersonation. He inspected the interior and found that the only stairway up had crumbled decades ago. He returned outside and turned his gaze to the roof. With a sigh, he grumbled, "Parece que estoy escalar.."
Strapping his pack and rifle flush to his back, he searched around the side of the building and found an old Dumpster, which was just the thing to give him a boost. However, three raggedy looking thugs emerged from around a corner brandishing a sledgehammer, baseball bat and knife. Monty knew the type and instinctively drew his M&A 9mm and took aim, shouting, "Salir de aquí! Muévete! Muévete!" Realizing the thugs wouldn't understand his Spanish, he rephrased in English. "Get out of here! Move it!"
The thugs must have been on something because they didn't bat an eye and kept creeping up on Monty in silence. Monty backed out into the street with his handgun still poised at the thugs with the sledgehammer. Monty shouted to a nearby King, "Ey vato! We got some trouble!" looking for backup. When it became obvious the thugs weren't going to be deterred, Monty opened fire on them, plugging the sledgehammer thug twice in the chest. The force made him stumble back but his Psycho pumped frame still stood up as blood spurted from his torso.
The other two thugs must have been a softer drug because they hightailed it out of there when they saw a black coiffed gangster enter the fray with a 10mm SMG. The sledgehammer wielding hulk kept advancing though. Both Monty and the King unleashed a hail of gunfire on him but he kept coming. Monty dogded a savage jab meant for his chest, but still took the hit to his shoulder, which popped out of socket with a wet crunch. The hulk fell to the ground after that on account of missing literally half his torso.
Robbie came out of the School of Impersonation seeing what the hubbub was. "Hey slick, you OK? Need help?" he asked as Monty held his shoulder.
"Oh, never better," Monty groaned as he twisted and stuffed his limp humerus back into socket. He growled as he moved his shoulder around to tested his range of motion. "Now that you mention it, though, I could use some help getting on top of that roof," he said pointing. "If we stand on all stand on this Dumpster, you think you guys can boost me up there?"
The Kings shrugged, situated themselves on the Dumpster and boosted Monty up to where he could hold himself up and swing himself onto the roof. Monty thanked the two and pulled out the binoculars from his pack, and went prone on the roof. Looking through, he had a clear line of sight on the gate, seeing the others mill around as they talked strategy. Hopefully they heard that exchange and they'll come to me. I don't wanna climb this thing again, he thought as he slung his rife from his back and dialed in his telescopic sight.
"Well fellas, these guys have to keep it subtle right?" He asked, gesturing vaguely with his hands. "They probably won't send another crew out for a while. We should find an empty spot and camp there and take shifts watching the gate."
"Alright so Frank and Aaron will camp outside, Lachlan you and me will search the strip, lets go"
George approached the securitrons and after a quick san of him the Securitrons backed off, NCR were allowed through no problem.
"Hey listen tin man this guy right here" George points to Lachlan, "He's with me, official NCR business"
"What sort of business?" the securitron returned,
George chose his words carefully knowing that House was likely listening, "Criminal investigation, we have information of a gun running ring within the MP force here now roll aside before I get your boss on the line and have your ass shut down!"
The securitron slowly rolls backwards, "Come on Lachlan"
Bayaraq woke from the brief nap he had taken on the roof, and looked over towards the gate. Seeing the same few robots as always, he got up to stretch his legs and talk to Aaron. "How long have they been inside there?"
As George approached the man, he spotted George's NCR uniform and went rigid.
"Easy there pal, I ain't here to arrest you"
The salemen's composure slackened,
"Now its no secret around here that you are involved in some shady business, trust me I know the commander of the MPs and everyone of 'em are just waiting to nab ya when they catch ya making a sale, so I offer you this, you give me and my friend here the finest, silenced pea-shooters you got in your stock and I'll tell my MP friends to look the other way for a whole week, now waddya say?"
The salemen opened his mouth to protest,
"Or I could have those MPs arrest your sorry ass right now you good for nothing dimestore hood!"
The salemen reluctanlty agreed and soon both Lachlan and George were armed with two small .22 Silenced pistols.
"Its a good thing I dated Marie back in the day eh Lachlan?"
Monty rested prone on the rooftop, massaging his shoulder. It was then he remembered he scavenged a syringe of Med-X from the Vipers that morning. He extracted if from his pack, flicked any air that might be inside the syringe, and poked the needle into the acromioclavicular joint. Relief was instant as the chemical cocktail washed over his joint and muscles, shutting up the nociceptors that kept pinching Monty. Nothing worse than a flinching sniper...
He spotted Aaron and Bayaraq on the roof and immediately realized his error. "Mierda!" he blurted. They've got the only radios; I'm in the dark... at least I can still see in the dark. Thank you, gecko eyes.
He tried to contact Aaron and Bayaraq with his binoculars. Using a binocular lens as a mirror, he attempted to use the glare off the Lucky 38 to attract their attention.
Bayaraq heard the gunshots but came to another conclusion about who got it. Well, there goes Monty he looked over to Aaron "hey I'll be back in a second, gotta get a few more smokes." He walked off towards where some kid said Mick and Ralph's was.
With his .22 securly "hidden" George walked up to the door of the Gomorrah and opened the door.
"Welcome to the Gomorrah, before you enter I'll have to search ya' soldier boy" the guard said,
"Alright but don't be getting any ideas here pal" after a brief search he entered looking around at the strippers and various hookers, gamblers and bouncers patrolling the casino floor, George muttered a quick prayer and entered the casino.
Lachlan quickly walked behind the Gomorrah sign and unscrewed the panel on his pip-boy put the 22 and it's ammo in the small space and screwed the panel back on, Then Lachlan walked to the door and entered.
"Welcome to Gromorrah, I'll have to searh ya' before you can go in kid." the guard said,
"Yeah yeah I know I've been to the strip before." After the search he entered looking around to get a sense of the place then catched up with George.
"I Don't like this place guards are armed better than all the other places."
(We should decide who the GM for this section of the RP is. Who wants to dictate what happens during the stakeout? I already did the Viper encounter, so I think it should be someone else's turn.)
Monty accepted that he was without communication at the moment and resigned to remaining motionless and not attraction attention... y'know, sniper stuff. Fresside wasn't immediately hostile territory, so the situation was already better than Monty had had in the past.
(sorry about how long its been taking me to reply lately, college is busier than i recalled)
After getting the smokes, Bayaraq slipped into a nearby alley and headed towards where he thought monty had been shot at See if he's gone, then go from there. He asked one of the kings what had happened, and thanked him when he found monty was still alive.
With that he headed back to Aaron. "long line in there."
Monty overheard Bayaraq's familiarly smooth voice from below. However, before Monty could attract his attention and voice his need for a connection to the rest of the group, Bayaraq was already gone, finding his way back to Aaron. Monty let out a sigh and returned to his prone position and shouldered his rifle again, grumbling under his breath.
Aaron also noticed the masked men walk through the gate and kept his sights on them.
"That's okay," he told Lachlan through their radios. "We've got two White Gloves coming into Freeside. We're gonna keep eyes on them. How is it on your end?"
The Omertas trying to avoid the gaze of George and Lachlan were starting to get antsy, looking at their watches impatiently. They were late for a rendezvous and tapped their feet against the ground. They whispered to the other men at their table and the other two stood up and walked over to George.
"'Scuse me," he began, reaching a hand into his inner suit pocket.. "'Fraid it's time you left."
"You better be going for a smoke pal" George replied, "And in case you haven't noticed I'm an NCR officer on the strip, one more crack like that and I'll have a whole platoon of MPs drag you and your greaseball friends off to prison"
"So unless you feel like playing hot potato with soap in the showers I suggest you step outta the way before i get angry"
"I see you pendejos: you can't sneak past a ghost. Those masks ain't gonna help against a bullet going Mach 2-5 either. Just gimme a reason..." Monty mumbled as he spied the White Glove walking in the vicinity of Aaron and Bayaraq.
He estimated the distance between him and his target to be 75 meters, so he dialed the appropriate drop compensation into his cross hairs. He looked for a piece of trash that could be blowing in the wind to estimate wind compensation, but the streets of Freeside seemed to be perfectly calm at the moment. Monty took aim for reals after that, focusing on regulating his heartbeat and respiration.
Aaron looked towards the Kings' roof and then back down at the White Gloves. At least he didn't have a bad feeling about what he said next.
"Let's see where they're going first," he answered, discreetly starting to climb down the fire escape.
"That implies you could move two feet without lead in your skull," the Omerta threatened, a few more gangsters joining him. "And I don't think your MPs'll be keen on busting this place."
He of course referred to the NCR troops being avid customers of Gomorrah; their debauched soldiers dancing with Gomorrah prostitutes outside, whilst walking drunken along the street. And as the Omertas confronted George and Lachlan, the two at the table started getting up and moving towards the door, hopefully without George or Lachlan noticing.
"Listen you fucking hood either you get the hell outta my way or I'm gonna do it for ya, I'm not here to play fucking games get the FUCK outta my way or I'll have you singing soprano for the remainder of your short worthless life you catch my drift scum"
"I don't care how much the troops like this place or what house thinks, if you so much as breath one more goddamned word I'll level this place and drive you thugs off the strip for good!"
Bayaraq was leaning back against the wall, enjoying the sunset over the city as he awaited Aaron's confirmation, and debated mentally about wheter to use hollow-points or P+. Looking over to where the strip's hotels towered above him, he counted down the time till he could enter.
"Lachlan? What's going on?" Aaron kept asking, but realized he needn't any more info. "Scrud..."
The White Gloves made their way toward the Atomic Wrangler, taking their masks and gloves off. The two Omertas made their way out of the gate and in the same direction, but Aaron had his attention on the White Gloves thus far.
"I'd listen to your friend here, soldier-boy," the lead Omerta advised as he and his entourage started backing away, enlarging their circle, keeping their weapons trained on them. They left an opening for them to go out of towards the door out.
Seeing the White Gloves heading toward the Atomic Wrangler, and thus toward himself, Monty slacked the barrel of his rifle, drew the M&A from his holster and set it down on the ground next to him for quick access.
He immediately remembered that he used a considerable amount of ammunition on the hulking junkie earlier and needed to reload. So as to not alert the White Gloves in the street, Monty snuck backwards, still prone, until he was sure the White Gloves could no longer see him. He withdrew the partial magazine from the handun, pulled the slide back and slid the bullet that popped out back into the magazine. Pulling a magazine containing hollow point rounds out from his belt, Monty replaced the partially filled magazine.
Deliberating on every move, Monty chambering the hollow point rounds as quietly as he could and snuck back to his sniping position, laying the M&A down in reach of his rifle again. Looking back down over the streets, the White Gloves had gotten closer and were fast approaching his nest.
Aaron maintained a casual gait and continued following the White Gloves, Omertas not too far behind. But Aaron didn't notice the Omertas. The White Gloves entered the casino, but Aaron kept walking and turned the corner and leaned on the wall.
"White Gloves have gone in the Wrangler," he radioed Lachlan.
The White Gloves made their way to the balcony to wait for the rendezvous with the tardy Omertas.
George hustled through the gate on the strip and continued to follow the two Omertas,
"Lachlan, we should find Aaron and Frank, I need to grab my guns if were gonna keep after these two"
George took one last look at the two Omertas, just as one looked back at him, needing to look conspicious George turned to one of the drunk NCR troopers sitting outside the gate and began to chew him out for being drunk and not showing the kind of discilpline a soldier should show. The soldier returned with a slurred "Fuck off" but seeign that the two omertas were moving off he decided against blowing up on the trooper.
Contented that the White Gloves had not yet seen him, Monty kept an auditory tab on them as he switched his focus on the Omertas who just appeared.
The White Gloves were already on Wrangler balcony, so it stood to reason that the Omertas would join them there, in perfect view of the sniper across the way. Although, at this point, Monty would be more of a rifleman than a sniper. So long as he could stay hidden from them, Monty saw no problem with that.
Glancing over the edge of the building again, Bayaraq saw Aaron following the white gloves, but he also saw the Omerta's behind him. "shit." he said as he hurried down the building and started following the group to the Wrangler.
Now that both the White Gloves and the Omertas were inside the Wrangler, Monty quit his sedentary position and crawled across the roof, setting up a new nest behind a derelict air conditioning unit. To Monty, there was nothing except him, his targets and the short space in between them.
Monty remained behind the air conditioning unit, waiting for the Omertas and White Gloves to present themselves. He hoped the rest of his team could investigate this without things getting messy, but he knew that probably wouldn't be the case.
George watched as the two Omertas continued along towards the casino.
"Hey Lachlan come here, when we get into the casino and corner these guys we take our little pea-shooters and we leg 'em" hearing his comment about his wounds, "Yeah well I said the docs could help ya, never said they were great at what they did just be glad you weren't around when Golf was the center of the Legion's attention you'd be lucky if you got pain killers bofre they opened ya up"
(sorry about the wait, school is a pain, and just in case you don't know Leg 'em means shoot the person in the calf or knee)
Aaron nodded at the others and entered the Wrangler with a casual gait and an eye at the second story. He took a moment and tipped his hat at one of the Garretts before starting up the stairs towards the balcony.
"We'll only be ten minutes," he said to the first Garrett.
Scott reached the door to the outside balcony, out of the Garretts' line of sight, and put a hand on his shock machete, ready to breach the door. He waited for the others to be ready as well.
(Spock's right; $200 NCR is about 80 caps. Monty's got nothing else to do at the moment, so I'm going to DM the Wrangler employees.)
Francine Garret transparently mocked George's bribe, "Whoa-ho, James! Check out the big spender and all his NCR paper. Now we can afford to pay for half of the night rush!"
She turned to George and got down to brass tacks, "If you think that much keeps is gonna keep us quiet, you're either stupid, pushing your luck, or both. 200 more NCR, or we might, uh... "accidentally" not hold our tongue." She raised her eyebrows as to say, "You understand?"
Aaron heard the commotion and groaned. The gangsters were not going anywhere anyway, so he took his hand off of his weapon and started down the stairs. He had a feeling that George's temper would get the better of him again.
"Holler if they come down the stairs," he told Frank.
"James, Francine, it's important we nab those guys from the Strip. People are disappearing and they probably know why. Just think of the patrons you'll lose if we let them slide.
(For the sake of brevity, the Garrets will respond now. It's been two weeks real time since we've even gotten inside the Wrangler.)
James saw the sincerity in Aaron's face and told his sister to quit her solicitation for a bribe. "There have been some regulars that haven't shown up in a few days, and that's enough cause for me. Hell, if you can get to the bottom of it, you'll all get a drink on the house," he mentioned.
"Now get out of here. Do what you gotta do, but don't mess the place up," he ordered, as he slid the NCR bills back to George.
"I'll try" he said with an evil smile, "But I make no promises"
Leading the way up the steps he peered onto the landing spying the two Omertas, pulling back the hammer slowly to lessen the noise he looked down at him compatriots, holding up two fingers he signaled that he would take them.
Lunging from his cover on the stairwell, George charged across the landing grabbing the two Omertas and pulling them forcefully into the backhallway slamming the two against each other. The two omertas slumped to the ground, out cold.
"Come on you two we gotta get the other two" George said,
Monty's military training proved to be useful; had he been a civilian, he would have lost his patience in this operation a while ago. He refocused his mind when he saw the Omertas disappear from the landing. "Bueno George, pulcro. But where are our masked friends?" Monty mused.
George's approach may not have as clean as Monty thought, because the White Gloves came into view through the window. Brandishing .22 caliber submachine guns and fast approaching the doorway, they must have heard the Omertas flop onto the ground. As a precaution, Monty kept the leading White Glove in his cross hairs.
This guy is as subtle as a jethead begging for another hit Bayaraq thought as the Omertas dropped to the floor. He drew a pistol as noise approached and two White gloves came through the door, machine guns in hand.
As the second one cleared the door, Bayaraq gave him a hollow point, covering the front of his suit with blood. "Drop it" he told the other gangster as he moved his gun over.
The remaining White Glove ignored Bayaraq and was somewhat stunned out of shock at the sight of his comrade's blood as he was sprawled on the floor.
"Shimata, Frank!" Aaron swore and charged at the last combatant. He pushed the current switch of his shock machete on and swiped it at the White Glove's gun. The current went through the gun and into his arm. Aaron struck the White Glove in the jaw and sheathed his sword to tend to the shot one.
"I said no fatalities, Frank, jeez!" he shouted as he tried finding a pulse through his wrist, then neck before sticking a stimpack into the gunshot, then a Med-X into the artery in the arm.
"Hey lookie here Frank's finally learning something, shoot first ask questions later, nice gut shot but I would've gone for the lungs or throat make the bastard suffer and you scare the shit outta his buddies"
"You need help with him" pointing to the fallen White Glove, George leveled his magnum with the White Glove.
Seeing the immediate threat neutralized in the Wrangler, Monty slung his rifle over his back and holstered his pistol. From atop the roof, he had an impeccable view of the neighborhood below. Aside from the few turned heads that just heard gunfire ring out from the local watering hole, Monty didn't see any suspicious people heading toward him.
Accordingly, he lowered himself into the building through a busted skylight, rushed his way to the crumbled staircase and hopped the ten feet down to the ground floor. "Shit, shit, shit, shit..." he sputtered as he raced to the rest of his entourage.
Swinging wide the door, he entered the Wrangler in a rush, noticing that everyone on the floor who had a gun, had it drawn. Desperately trying to downplay the situation, Monty scrambled across the floor and up the stairway, spewing things like, "No need to worry, just a citizens arrest in progress!" and "Just some vigilante justice; go back to your drinks!"
He finally met his entourage atop the landing and saw Aaron patching up a White Glove. "Cristo mío, who gutted the target!? Was it George? Is he at least stable Aaron?" Monty exclaimed when he saw the blood speckled door.
"Not funny..." Aaron muttered as he pulled the round out with a pair of tweezers, allowing the stimpack to seal the wound. "He'll live. Now let's find someplace to stow these guys and question them. George? Suggestions?"
Lachlan cut some rope and starting tieing the White Gloves hands behind thier backs.
"I've heard of way worser methods like some mutagen getting modified into an extreamly deadly gas that was supposed to kill mutants turned out it killed pure humans too just a lot slower total organ failure."
"Oh... so the usual for the Enclave, then?" Monty jeered at Lachlan. "But seriously, we don't hafta go straight to zapping them or feeding them their fingers. How 'bout we talk to them first? I'm sure Frank can talk some sense into the guys. Right, Frank?"
"I can talk to them yeah, let 'em know where they stand" Bayaraq looked from the now restrained gangsters to the interior of the room. "though if that doesn't work you guys can keep trading war stories."
"Good your awake" George said, "I'm Captain George Taylor and you're going to answer a few questions for me and my friends or I'll make you feel pain in ways that make Vulpes himself cringe...understood?"
"So first off just what are the Omertas and the White Glove freaks doing meeting at shady places like Freeside?"
The Omertas immediately started sweating where they were bound and looked nervously at each other. Since neither of them were telepathic, one spastically nodded to the other to get him to say something.
"Just a... a joint business deal, NCR. That's all! Need quiet neutral territory to talk is all... Yeah..."
"And you can bet our bosses won't be happy to know we've been abducted by the NCR!" the other spontaneously threatened.
Monty chimed in from the corner, addressing the second Omerta. "Can it, mafioso! We didn't ask you about your bosses' feeeelings."
After a second of pondering, he squatted down in front of the Omertas and grilled them further. "Speaking of bosses though, if it's just business, why aren't the family heads discussing terms? Why send a couple of mooks like you to do the talking for 'em?"
"You'll have to forgive me, amigo, but I'm gonna have to corroborate this story with your fancy friends. L, help me move these guys to the other room." Monty arranged one of the White Gloves over his shoulder in a fireman carry and nodded for Lachlan to do the same as he moved through the building. He settled on a room that was far enough away to make the belligerent Omertas sounded only like murmurs.
(Spoilers are alright as long as it doesn't lead to meta-thinking. Are non-admins able to view the code of a post? If so, we could use the <!-- --> code to hide spoilers until people look at the code itself.)
"Oh no! Your friends please god no! Not more of your greaseball thug friends oh whatever will I do! Aaron it was nice knownin' ya buddy!" quitting the act, "I don't give a fuck if they send their entire crew and half of Caesar's boys, if they kill me, which trust me they'll have a hard time with all that'll happen is the NCR will descend upon this city like an avalanche on a skier"
"Now just what were your bosses up too hmm?" Looking at the two George decided to try a little technique he had used in the past, "You know what hold that thought, I'm gonna go ask your white glove friends"
Stepping outside the room George pulled his pistol and faced the door, "Alright up and at it you cannibal basterd! Now tell me what you and your friends were meeting here for eh?" Pulling the hammer back on his gun, "Whats the matter can't ya talk with a gun in your mouth? Now I'm gonna count two three...one...two...three" George squeezed the trigger on his .44 sending a bullet through the thin wall and into the ceiling of the room with the Omertas.
walking back in, "The basterd wouldn't talk, so he's god's problem now"
He looked over the Omertas, hoping the ruse had worked in unnerving them.
The Omertas looked at each other in terror at the sound of the gunshot, swearing under their breaths. They tried their hardest to regain their composure, but they knew if they kept dodging questions the NCR maniac would shoot them dead.
The second Omerta screamed. "Were nabbing Freesiders to bring in caps! We and the Gloves help each other out! We get the hot stuff and they keep the rest! Oh damn, Vernon'll kill us!"
The first Omerta looked to his companion in shock. "You idiot! You gave them his name?! If V finds out, he'll get us crucified!"
"Crucified you say?" George said pulling up a chair, "Tell me more about Vernon or perhaps you'd like to join your friend out there"
Holstering his .44, "So you pick people off for caps, targeting the poor vagrants, you two are fucking disgusting, I've done some fucked up shit but never have I ever willingly targeted civilians, if vernon don't getcha I will"
They both swallowed, but the first continued. "He runs a little group of the guys, ya know? You were yelling at him earlier. But he ex-Legion. Thought it'd bring in more caps without our top banana finding out. He told us if he didn't square the deal, he'd turn us into profit. If anybody went to tell the boss, he'd know and skip town."
Hearing this Bayaraq walked into the other room and stood in front of the White Gloves "Well fellas, you can relax now. Your buddies in there gave you up, told us all about your side project here." Bayaraq looked between the two of them "You know this puts you in a bad spot, Taylor in there, straight ram-rod in the ass type, and the other fella's a Mormon, real uptight bunch seems like."
He looked up from the pair to wink at Monty. "This might be your lucky day though. You see, my friends and I in here are regular working stiffs, we know how hard it is to make a cap these days...So how bout you tell us a bit more about your side of it, and cut us in on the action and we will get you out of here and take care of those Rats to boot." He offered, pulling out his switchblade.
"I did, but you know how it goes, following orders and all." He pulled three cigarettes from his jacket, offering the White Gloves one each "Plus, I'm not really that interested in your biz anyway, I'm just trying to get on the strip for a while. Those guys in there though" he nodded to the other room "One of 'em wants to put you guys in some NCR shithole, the other wants to turn you back to your bosses, I'd take some help in your shoes."
"Oh so some ex-legion scumbag is runnin with your crew, working an off the books slaving operation?" George said, "Interesting...very interesting, well gents thats all I need to know and with what you just spilled well it looks like you'll be doing some serious time in old San Gabriel Prison"
George leaned in close to the two Omertas,
"Ever heard of San Gabriel? I was the warden there a ways back...its where we keep the real fuckin psychos, serial killers, ex-enclave war criminals, sodomites...but trust me you'll get to know them real quick...the whole place is irradiated to high hell also, you have to wear a suit just to save yourself from getting even mild radiation sickness, as for the convicts well I hope you like growing a third arm, or losing all your skin"
George looked at the both of them, "And you thought the Correctional Facility was bad...you won't know what hit ya when you get to San Gabriel, but what am I doing wasting my time hmm? Aaron keep an eye on these two I'm gonna go see what Monty and Lachlan have gotten out of the survivor"
Once George entered the room, Monty took him aside and reported Bayaraq's progress.
"Frank got them talking a bit; they're working independent from the family heads, and the Omertas approached the White Gloves about the op, not the other way around. The White Gloves convened at the Wrangler to pass info onto the Omertas. Frank's convinced them that me and him on their side, so keep that in mind," he whispered to George.
"Good...sly on Frank's part anyway, keep 'em talking" George peered over at the two White Gloves, "The Omertas told us the same thing, the whole operation is some kind of slave trading ring or some shit, its all run by an ex-legionnaire named Vernon"
Hearing noise from the bar below, "We might want to make this fast or the local enablers might toss us out, oh and they think one of the gloves is dead...see to it that its done"
Seeing George and Monty behind the still tied White Gloves, Bayaraq said "hold on, I'm gonna see what's happening in there. While I'm doing that, think of where we are gonna meet who ever is high up so we can get paid please."
He walked over to Monty and George and when he reached them said "these guys are pretty low on the food chain, I have one thinking of where to meet someone high up, but they're pretty much useless." He looked over to Monty. "Don't walk in front of them anymore, I'm about to try and make them show their last cards."
Monty briefly raised his eyebrows to acknowledge Bayaraq's request and turned to the White Gloves. "I'm terribly sorry gentlemen, but you'll have to excuse me. I must speak with Captain Taylor and decide what to do with you two," he said with a less-than-inconspicuous wink to them.
"Come, my fine sir, onto the landing where we can discuss our next course of action," he mocked as he rolled his eyes, slipped his arm around George's and led him away from the room, leaving Bayaraq alone to do his thing.
After seeing them out, Bayaraq turned to Lachlan. "That's the sign, Me and Monty are gonna make our move, make sure these guys are okay if we don't come through the door." He winked to him, the White gloves unable to see since Bayaraq's back was to them. He then pulled his switchblade back out and cut the rope binding them. "Alright, sit here for a second." He said as he made his way through the door.
Once he reached Aaron and the others, he explained the plan. "Alright I got them ready to give up the last useful thing they probably know in there? You guys finished with these guys in here?"
"Alright, I'm about to borrow a trick from George here, I'm gonna fire a few shots off in, make it look like me and Monty got all four of you. When I get back in there I'm gonna have them tell me where to meet someone high up in the ring..." Bayaraq looked at all of them then. "The question is what to do with them afterword, cause we can't let them go, and I don't really trust these guys if I was to plug ya."
"Hand 'em over to The Kings?" Monty suggested in a hushed tone. "NCR can't nab 'em; they don't have jurisdiction and can't hold 'em without a shitstorm erupting from the other Families. We surround 'em with guns though... either they stand down or get put down."
Looking over his shoulders as a precaution, he continued, "When we go to the embassy or McCarran to clue them in on Searchlight, we drop Vernon's name and extract intel on him – see what NCR MIC has on him."
"Bull" George said, "handing these guys over to the Kings is essentially asking them to be sent back to their masters, no it ain't happening these guys are gonna be spending some nice hard time in a cold NCR slammer. You people wait here, when Frank 'kills us' I'm making a run to a local outpost in the squatter area and having them send a squad of guys over...plainclothes of course, we'll take out the back door and they'll disappear forever"
Turning to Monty, "I've heard the name only once, this Vernon guy...apparently he was a real coward and Caesar couldn't stand having him as a field commander so he essentially had him running their slaving operations, pretty damned good at it from what I've heard"
"George," Aaron began sternly. "You're not seriously going to have them sent to San Gabriel, are you? What these men planned to do is more than deplorable, but a death by irradiation sentence is just cruel."
"I am serious and if you'll excuse me I have to go see to that they spend the rest of their dirtbag lives in a cold, irradiated place ethics be damned" George responded and promptly headed for the staircase,
"George!" Aaron followed him to the staircase. "Honestly man! These men were following orders! If there's one person in this whole mess who ought to be thrown in an irradiated, it's Vernon! You saw those Omertas nearly crapping their pants over all this."
He took a step up further than George and stopped to look at him, hands leaned up on the stair rails.
"Think about it, George, really think! You're making rash decisions because of your temper. That is not a godly virtue and you know it!"
"They go free after we catch Vernon," Aaron specified. "Now if we're all agreed, we need somebody to go ask King if he and his boys can keep an eye on these men while we go after Vernon."
"H-he's gonna be on the outskirts of Freeside," stuttered one of the Omertas. "Inspecting merchandise. To see who gets sent to the White Gloves, the whorehouse, or to the Legion... Two days from now. He'll only have a few guys with him... If any of that helps..."
"It's best if you went to talk to The Kings, Aaron. Frank's still grilling the Gloves, George is downright pissed, L's our muscle and frankly, I think The King is tired of talking to me," Monty admitted. "No worries, I'll make sure the Capitán doesn't fly off the handle."
("Alright, I'm about to borrow a trick from George here, I'm gonna fire a few shots off in, make it look like me and Monty got all four of you. When I get back in there I'm gonna have them tell me where to meet someone high up in the ring..." Bayaraq looked at all of them then. "The question is what to do with them afterword, cause we can't let them go, and I don't really trust these guys if I was to plug ya."
i agree with the skipping but are we giving them to the kings?)
With two days to prepare, the entourage was ready to take on Vernon.
Aaron had scouted the area beforehand and located an Omerta guarding a door in an abandoned building, in the abandoned, crumbling district, and returned to the group. They were all hidden in another building.
"It's exactly where those Omertas said it would be. He should be here within the hour."
(Anybody against Kas deleting loose chat posts? If not, we should have those kinds of posts deleted after at most two full posting turn rotations.)
In the two days time, Lachlan had received word from General Henderson and was requested to return to Phoenix Military Base in Utah.
Monty turned to George and chuckled, "No offense, Capitan, but from what I've seen, you're about as subtle as a deathclaw. I, on the other hand, have specifically been trained to not be seen."
He turned to Bayaraq and continued setting up his plan. "Frank, I'll trade you my machete for that switch in your pocket; I take out the guard, give you guys the green light an' we all stack up on the door. Something tells me snipers will be less than optimal in this situation. Goes without saying to keep your pistols fully loaded. Any other suggestions?"
Monty accepted Aaron's .45 Auto and inspected it, familiarizing himself with the weapon. Meanwhile, he countered George's offer, "But who's to say it'll be just Vernon inside? He could have an entire entourage waiting for some soldier playing hero that they can fill with holes. Going in alone sounds like a risk I wouldn't take."
Monty sped though his brain to come up with an agreeable plan before Vernon and his crew were in and out. He observed the bombed out storefront with his binoculars before admitting, "I still like the part that includes me an' Aaron taking them out together. Looks like he's got two guys taking up guard, one on each side of the entrance. Me an' Aaron get the drop on 'em, you an' Frank are lagging behind a ways. Once the guards are out of the picture, we all stack up and George leads the breach. Sound good to everyone?"
Concluding his idea, he handed the handgun back to Aaron and flicked the blade out of the switch instead. "I'm not in this alone, so I'm not in need to a handgun for insurance. Knife'll do fine."
Aaron took his handgun back and nodded. "We won't have to be so quiet once the guards are taken out. Looks like Vernon's in now. Two guards at the door now. He should have one other man with him. Hang tight, George, Frank. Monty:"
He vaulted over his position of cover and sneakily made his way to the outside of the Omerta guarded building. Two Omertas were outside the door, lighting cigarettes.
Monty followed Aaron toward the building and stashed his rifle in a burned out car on the highway along the way; it would only get in his way, swaying around on his back. He pulled the switchblade from his belt and flipped it open as he maintained a low profile in his approach toward the building. He skirted around to the side opposite of where Aaron was heading and waited for a signal to take the guards down at once.
Meanwhile, the Omertas were shooting the shit beside the entrance to the building. One Omerta, a lanky man with a scar across this cheekbone and a hand on his holster inquired to his partner in crime, "So who is this Vernon guy? I ain't ever heard of him..."
The other Omerta, with a stocky build and greased back hair, responded curtly. "He makes it his business ta stay off the grid. You remembah Sammy, worked security in Brimstone? He musta had loose lips 'cause they found 'im in his room with a garrote line 'round his neck. How do you think you got this job in the first place?" The lanky Omerta remained speechless as his comrade lit up a cigarette.
Aaron signaled to take out the Omertas, looked up from his cover position, and fired at the Omerta with his back to him with a quiet snick and whistle leaving his silenced .45. He promptly ducked back into cover to avoid the other's gaze as his comrade fell and let Monty take out the one with his back facing him.
"I'm a Captain Frank my job is usually either at a Headquarters or staring down over a map" George whsipered back, "Anyway we're going to need to move quick when they take those two out"
George unholstered his .44, seeing Monty and Aaron take out the guards George jumped to his feet, "Come on Frank!"
He took off running half crouched to a car where he scanned the building to make sure he hadn't been spotted. Feeling secure he moved again moving to the left of the door, waiting for Frank to follow suit.
Monty lurched toward the remaining Omerta and covered his mouth, dragging him backward and taking him off balance. As the Omerta tried to regain his footing, Monty pierced his neck with the switchblade and dug in deep, mangling the vertebral arteries.
"This is better than you deserve, cabrón!" Monty hissed in the Omerta's ear as the warm blood gushed onto his hand and down the Omerta's chest. If Bayaraq was here, he would would have considered it to be a waste of a good suit...
The Omerta stopped gurgling and drooped into Monty's arms. Monty set him down against the side of the building, where he slumped to the ground. Monty rounded the corner to find Aaron and withdrew his 9mm pistol from his belt. As he waved George and Bayaraq over to the building, he muttered a quick prayer to San Adrián de Nicomedia to aid in his safety before they breached the door and took Vernon, either dead or alive.
Aaron stood up and stepped over his cover and padded his way to the door.
Behind the door, a stairway went down into a room full of people; bound citizens of Freeside. Standing above them was Vernon, inspecting their looks, their strength, and making either an X, a G, or an O on their cheeks with red paint.
Four guards, all armed with sub machine guns, stood on all four corners of the room, fairly relaxed.
George kicked in the door and leveling his .44 with the guard in the far right corner, he squeezes the trigger killing him. Turning on the next in the nearer corner he again splatters the man's insides on the wall. Bullets began to dance around his feet and George ducks back out the door.
The screams and whimpers of the startled and bound Freeside residents echoed throughout the room like the gunshots of George's Magnum. With that, Monty announced flatly that "No one's fragging no one."
An anecdote from sergeant in basic training immediately came to mind: "No battle plan ever survives ten seconds past first contact with an enemy." This was a prime example. He popped his head around the corner as briefly as he could, attempting to take inventory of the source of the rounds peppering and splintering the wooden walls around the between the slavers and his entourage. He ducked back as quickly as he had exposed his head, quickly and methodically removed the hollow point filled magazine from his pistol, and switched to regular ammunition.
Following a deep breath a moment of clenched teeth, Monty stuck his weapon in the doorframe and let off three shots. Despite the screaming, Monty picked up a distinct thump and groan, the result of a bullet ripping into a body. More to himself than anyone else, he muttered, "Oh-ho damn, I hope that wasn't a hostage..."
Bayaraq used one of the bullet holes to look through the wall into the room, he could only see one Omerta and a few hostages, but it was enough for him. aiming his P+ filled pistol at the spot the gangster was through the wall, he fired six times before taking a step back in case of return fire.
He looked back through the hole, and saw the gangster dead, and a hostage try to go for his gun. Before he could take a two steps toward the body however, he was cut down. "poor bastard." Bayaraq muttered to himself
Aaron leaped down the staircase and activated VATS by the time he landed on both feet. In a split second, the computer on his wrist took command of his nervous system and motion area of his brain and helped him fire a round into the shooting hands of the last two Omertas, making the one in the corner drop his weapon and grip his hand in pain to slow the bleeding, and Vernon himself drop to his knee in pain driven adrenalin. With his good hand, he held up his sword and charged at Aaron, who barely had time to draw his own shock machete into a blade block, pinning him to the corner.
George walked into the building. Seeing the two wounded Omertas George aimed his .44 at one of them and pulled the trigger, sending a slug into the man's chest. Looking over at Vernon he gave him a kick in the gut.
"Raider scum!" he said angrily, "if you survive this I don't care what these guys say your ass is gonna be rotting in San Gabriel until your intestines seal up from radiation sickness!"
hearing the other wounded Omerta groan, George starts toward him, his .44 held at the ready.
Monty followed George down the stairway. After George delivered a swift kick to Vernon's gut, he focused his attention on another Omerta, leaving Vernon open for Monty.
He swiftly grabbed Vernon's sword arm with his right before constricting his left around Vernon's neck. In attempt to knock him off balance, Monty drove his knee into the small of Vernon's back. However, this action allowed Vernon's sword arm to break free and swing wildly. The sword barely missed Aaron, nicking the lapel of his duster, and etched a mark in the cement wall before coming full swing and gouging Monty's hip.
Wincing in pain, Monty kicked Vernon in his wounded knee, bringing him to the ground. For good measure, Monty delivered a hook to Vernon's ear which distracted Vernon long enough to Monty to regain control of his sword arm. "Get the sword!" he yelled at Aaron, struggling to keep the enraged Vernon under control.
Seeing Monty struggling with Vernon, George aimed the .44 at the crumpled Omerta and sent another .44 round into him. Turning towards Monty and Vernon, George turned his .44 around in his hand. Grabbing Vernon by the shoulder, he spun him around and delivered a savage blow to his jaw. Sending him towards the ground, again twisting the gun in his hand he aimed it at Vernon's other leg and squeezed the trigger sending his last round into his knee. Followed by a hard kick to his face, followed by a kick to his stomach.
"If that don't take the fire out of that bastard nothing will!" George shouted, "You good Monty?"
While the others were busy fighting, Bayaraq was going around and untying the hostages, having freed two by the time George shot Vernon. "You guys done? He looks worse than a Golgatha cross." Bayaraq took one of the sub-machine guns and stuck it in the waistband of his pants as he made his way around the room.
"Oh, I'm sure cowboy, I'm sure. It's not as if I've escaped from every prison I've been placed into. Sometimes I make even it interesting and escape custody before the sentence," Vernon mocked as he mirrored George's evil grin.
Monty approached the other side of the room and untied another hostage, and returned to Vernon with the rope. Vernon put up a fight at first, but soon realized he was staring down a .44 Magnum and quickly settled down. There's no chance to escape custody if you're already dead.
"Not this time, amigo," Monty said plainly, trying not to egg Vernon and his power trip on any further as he tied Vernon's wrists and ankles together. Vernon kept silent after that, simply sitting in the corner with a sneer wrinkled across his face.
Monty then addressed the hostages with an authoritative tone, "Are any of you hurt?"
"I for one am fine," Aaron answered. "Let's cut these hostages loose. As for Vernon..."
"No telling how many people have already been subjugated to this operation. Something could be done for the ones cycled into Omerta prostitution. We could use him to find them. Some persuasion from the NCR ought to help with that."
The other hostages didn't complain; they were all a little sore and pretty frazzled, but otherwise medically fine. Monty noticed a grime covered child, a young boy no more than six, huddled in the corner of the room.
He approached and knelt down near the child, immediately remembering the slash across his hip as his jeans scraped across them. He winced slightly, but kept it together as he dug through his pack and extracted the Dinky the T-Rex souvenir he bartered for in Novac earlier in the week.
"Hey kid, everything's okay now, we nabbed the bad guy who did all this. Aaaand... I've got a new friend for you," he said as he revealed the souvenir from behind his back. He shook it around mimicking dinosaur movement and gently roared, "Raaawr! My name is Dinky!"
He looked over his shoulder, listening to Aaron. "How about you play with Dinky a bit and the grownups'll talk about how to get you back home? OK?" The kid wasn't smiling (who can blame him?), but nodded and started making Dinky walk around and made some growling noises. Monty stood up and pulled the hip of jeans down and stabbed himself with his remaining stimpak, letting out a deep breath.
"Human trafficking sounds like something NCR would be interested in. I say we take him to the embassy see if that carajo ambassador can do something about it. Maybe take him to see Pappas..."
Bayaraq glanced over to Monty giving the toy to the kid, and nodded towards him in approval. "Why don't we let George here go over him with his knive." He glanced behind him "or let these folks at him for a while. To make sure he's telling the truth first."
"You know what Frank? Were not going to do that. You wanna know why? because those people will kill this guy, no no I have something very special planned for our friend here" Looking at his two leg wounds, "Uh oh, Vernon those wounds look infected" George bent over and sniffed it, "Yep this is definetly gangrene...sorry mi amigo but those legs are coming off"
The crowd of people began to murmur their apporval, "And due to all the trouble your Legion friends are causing us here in the Mojave, Morphine is a bit short, and don't you worry I'll make sure to secure you a nice spot in San Gabriel my friend! Right down with all the sodomites and hard core rapists and since you won't have any legs...I figure you'll get along with them just fine"
George grinned, a slight psychotic edge to it.
"And I'll kill the man who tries to stop me, this fucker is getting what he deserves"
(When you deliver an ultimatum like that, one must tread lightly. Fortunately, I may have figured out a solution.)
The kid in the corner playing with the Dinky toy listened to George's mad rhetoric and turned white as a sheet. Monty noticed the kid's expression, and while he agreed that Vernon was a scumbag of the highest order, he saw dismemberment and rape as going overboard.
Being careful not to anger a raging Captain Taylor, Monty tried to reason with the man and appeal to his sadistic side, "Capitan, I don't mean to put a damper on your new found love for surgery, but if you want him to suffer in San Grabiel, it's best he keeps his legs. By the time you were halfway into the first leg, he'd have died of shock. If you've discovered an immediate and life saving surgery for femoral trauma, by all means go for it –– I would love to learn all about that –– but if not, it's best we just haul him into the embassy and get him to San Gabriel in one piece, where he'll... erm, "frolic" with his limp-wristed centurion buddies."
"I do have a solution Monty its called a blow torch..." George looked down at Vernon, "Then again, I'd take pleasure in seeing your ass running from a pack of sex starved prisoners so why don't we forego the amputation and we'll just let those wounds get infected hmm?"
Turning to Bayarq, "Come on Frank lets get this asshole to the embassy shall we"
Slowly George's red hot rage began to simmer down as he realized Vernon's fate, a life sentence in an irradiated prison full of the hardest criminals in all the NCR, Vernon was in for a rough life.
With Vernon in custody if the NCR, Aaron sighed a breath of relief before enjoying his Sunset Sarsaparilla. But he soon picked up a signal from his town. His wife was calling him home to help deal with a backlog of transport requests.
"Oh man. Guys, it's been an experience, but I've got to go back west. I need an early start tomorrow, so I'm heading off to bed. I wish I could see this through, but my wife needs me. I'll be sure to keep in touch."
With that, Aaron made his way to an inn from the NCR base.
Monty slapped his favorite Latter-Day courier on the back out of solidarity. "You ever back in the Mojave and need a scout, I'll be at the outpost nine times outta ten. See you on the other side..."
He turned to Bayaraq and George, suggesting their next action. "I'm gonna go back an' grab my rifle. You guys get everybody up and outside; we'll lead them back into Freeside, tell The King and have his gang sort everyone out. Oh, and Frank: catch!" he said, tossing Bayaraq's switchblade back to him.
Catching it with both hands, Bayaraq turned to Aaron. "I believe this was the correct amount." He said as he put the knife away and pulled out his money. He peeled off what he had promised and held it out. "Even though you said ya didn't want it, food might be easier to come by with it."
"Aaron...its been a hell of a ride buddy, next time your running around Primm look me up"
Turning to the group of prisoners, "Monty I'm afraid that ain't gonna happen, The King is a good guy and I can see that no, but I don't trust that Pacer character" Looking to Bayaraq, "Frank I hate to do this to ya but I need to run to a little outpost not far from here and get some extra muscle, I'll be right back"
George turned and began to jog off towards the NCR store and Major Kieran, "Don't let that bastard move a muscle!"
Vernon looked up Bayaraq up and down, sizing his up. The thought of taking this high roller out and escaping crossed his mind; it wouldn't a problem now that his friends all left at the same time. However, the dozen of released would-be slaves looking upon him with disgust and anger made him reconsider.
Monty returned about a minute later with his rifle and waited with Bayaraq for George to return. "Good to see you all got along without me," he muttered, kicking at Vernon's feet. Vernon brought his legs in closer to himself and spat out insults of 'half-breed' and 'worm' at Monty, but they were largely ignored.
George was back a minute later with a squad of NCR troopers, They quickly placed Vernon is shackles and hauled him off.
"Have fun in San Gabriel! Don't drop the soap!" George shouted after mockingly,
"So as four you people" he said to the slaves, "There is a store around here with food for squatters and then we'll have you all taken to the Embassy and have you all sorted out and sent somewhere safe"
A woman from Freeside spoke up, "But Freeside is our home; it's not much, but it's ours. We're grateful for the food an' everything, and we'll definitely testify against that fucker, but the Mexican is right: with him gone, Freeside doesn't have to worry about abductions anymore. We'll just go check in with The King and we'll be fine. Trust me."
"Like Hell he isn't!" Monty hissed at George. "If he's being thrown into an NCR prison, he will be tried under the full extent of NCR law. You seem to think that you're above the law, Capitan. The guy's a snake, but he will receive proper justice. No jury's gonna find him innocent anyway, but if there's a mistrial, that's grounds for an appeal and he will walk free, and I'm not having that piece of shit fucking over more people because the arresting officer blatantly violated civil protocol!"
He took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose before apologizing for his outburst. "Sorry, sorry... I just... get passionate about justice, y'know? When you have two months to read about how your trial should've gone, you get a little loco when you see it not happening again. And we can't let Vernon go free; if we want him gone for good, we've got to do this by the book, OK Capitan Taylor?"
"C'mon, we've gotta get to the Embassy and submit our statements for the tribunal," he sighed as he motioned everybody in the room to stand up and get the hell out of this place.
The three of them led the captives to the ruined store outside of Freeside and then split, keen on getting onto The Strip before 9:00 PM. They headed through Frreside's North Gate and passed by a couple of Kings talking about nothing in particular. As they went by, Monty got their attention and gave them an update, "Hey, fellas: let The King know to expect the Freesiders that disappeared to pay him a visit. Tell him that the group that wanted to use his roof were true to their word and figured out what was going on. I'm sure the Freesiders will tell him more."
They continued on and got to the gate of The Strip. A Securitron approached and ordered, "Please submit a credit report or proper credentials for admittance to the New Vegas Strip. Deadly forces is authorized for trespassers."
Monty looked at George expectantly, "You're the only one with clearance, Capitan."
"And then get to some steaks." Bayaraq said as he lit up another cigarette "and maybe a few beers as well." He looked around the strip, taking in the neon lights and the people moving. "So this is Vegas huh? This might be a fun stay after all."
"Yeah, just keep an eye on your wallet and don't trust the whores" George replied, walking up to the embassy gate they found the embassy was about to close down for the night. As George apporached the MP at the gate gave a quick salute, which George returned. "Where is Captain Pappas?"
"In the barracks sir, chewing out Private Erwin again"
"Thought I told her to send that guy to the brig?" Before the MP could respond George charged off.
"We'll be gorging ourselves within the hour, max. George, you can find Pappas, given that you two... know each other..." Monty yelled, catching himself before saying something might might get him decked. "...and I'll go talk to Crocker. Bring Pappas around to his office and we can all officially provide our reports!"
Following George as he made his way into a one of the buildings, Bayaraq was careful not to draw attention to himself. "This looks like the type of place you'd put someone you didn't want to see again." he commented.
Monty approached the front desk and addressed the ambassador's secretary Ms. O'Malley, "Good evening, señorita. I need to speak to Ambassador Crocker immediately. Some NCR troopers recently brought in a captured slaver and me and my friends need to provide our testimony."
O'Malley stopped typing on her terminal and gave a skeptical look. She buzzed into Crocker's office and let him know about these visitors. "Uhhh, sure... Ambassador, there's a man out here who says he needs to..." she paused and looked Monty up and down again, "umm, testify against a recently captured slaver that troopers brought in."
Crocker buzzed back, "Liza, it's late – I can't be entertaining visitors, especially if it's legal matters. Unless the commanding officer of the troopers that brought him in comes in in the next five minutes, I'm turning for the night."
George walked through the front doors of the barracks with Frank. He turned and headed down the hallway to the MP's rec room, coming down the hall he could already hear Marie shouting at Private Erwin, the in house prankster. As he entered the room Pappas spotted him.
"Hello Marie" George said, Pappas seemed a little taken aback by George's arrival
"Hello Captain Taylor" Pappas replied after her brief pause,
"Hey Pappas, ain't that the guy you fucked?" Erwin asked, a grin on his face.
George glared at the young private, "You goddamned peice of shit! I'll have you court martialed for that little crack!"
Pappas, the color returning to her face; "Thats a superior officer your talking to! Thats gonna be some time back at the outpost you here me!?" Then turning to George, "Its nice to see you George, how's Alice?"
"I'll tell ya later Marie, right now I'm trying to get in and see the Ambassador, is he in?"
"Yes he is" Pappas replied, "Come on I'll take ya to him"
Behind the officers, Bayaraq tossed one of his smokes at the private, putting his finger over his lips when he looked up at him. Stepping out into the hall, Bayaraq began to make his way back to the ambassador's office.
Monty bit his lip when he heard Crocker's declination. "I'll, uhhh... I'll just take a seat over here; my friends should be bringing in the CO any minute now," he said prior to clicking his tongue at O'Malley and pointing over to a couple chairs.
He plopped down in a chair, set a foot on his knee and crossed his arms as he kept any eye on the clock. A minute passed and Monty muttered again, "Aaaany minute now..."
Monty stood up and mouthed a 'thank you' to Ms. O'Malley as she buzzed the ambassador. "Don't know if you were serious Mr. Crocker, but the commanding officer *and* Captain Pappas just walked in wanting to see you." Ten seconds passed without her hearing a peep from Crocker.
"Sir?" Liza buzzed again. Crocker responded immediately after, sounding flustered, "Yes, yes! Send them in, I suppose." Liza looked at the group and gave a brief shrug and a sheepish smile, "Sorry 'bout that."
Captain Pappas opened the door for everyone and they filed into Crocker's office, as he shuffled some papers around in a folder. "Captain Pappas, Taylor, what pleasure do I have to be seeing you two... and your friends? I wasa bout to turn in," he yawned as he rubbed his eyes.
"My apologies sir but we have to make a report on some slavers we ambushed in Freeside" George replied, "Oh excuse sir, this is Monty he was 3rd recon before he was uhhhh discharged, and that sketchy looking fella is Frank, local high roller"
"Should we start from square one with our report or do you want the abridged version?"
Crocker set a form and ballpoint pen out on his desk and rummaged in a drawer, uncovering a holotape recorder. "That's alright Captain, at least you didn't come and see me in my pajamas. All I need from you three is to sign this piece of paper ensuring that your testimony is truthful and then we'll do a collective statement on tape. Marie and I will act as witness and notary."
He handed the form on a clipboard to George and began recording, "Alright. This is Ambassador Dennis Crocker, presiding over citizen testimony concerning the capture of an alleged slaver, dated October 14, 2281. We'll start with Captain George Taylor, New California Republic Army. Provide what happened, who was present, when and where this was, and so forth. Go ahead, Captain."
Monty took the clipboard and signed before passing it on to Bayaraq. He muttered as he concentrated on George's story "Let's see, The King, the Wrangler, Omertas 'n White Gloves..."
He was interrupted by Crocker, who reminded Monty, "You'll have to speak up, son. The tape doesn't pick up your mumblings."
Monty sighed and started over again, reinforcing George's testimony, "Oop, sorry. The Capitan said basically everything. We talked to The King about missing Freesiders after saving some from a gang of White Gloves; staked out the Atomic Wrangler, uncovered information on Vernon, Lachlan left, two day stakeout in the desert a couple miles east-northeast of the Freeside North Gate, bit of a firefight after Vernon showed, Vernon got bound and hauled off by some NCR troopers Taylor found, freed... eleven captured Freesiders, sent them to Major Kieran's post, Aaron left and then we came here. The King might contact you in the next few days to provide the testimony of the slaves. I think that's it, sir."
Crocker took the clipboard back from Bayaraq after he signed it and gave his signature himself before passing it to Captain Pappas. "Nope, that should do. That will conclude this audio testimony. You may all go now," Crocker said flatly.
Crocker stretched and amorously praised the entourage, "Thank you so much for taking the time and risking your asses to help put Vernon where he belongs. The General Oliver will be glad to hear at least something went well; if you know the general, he's not happy about much these day. I don't endorse vigilante justice, but I have to admit: when it works, it works. If that's here anything else I can help you, say it now; I've been up since 4:00 and I need some sleep."
Monty opened his mouth and signaled 'one moment' with his finger, but then furrowed his brow. "Mierda, there was something we were gonna tell you... I swear it's on the tip of my tongue! Oooh, yeah! Two days ago, we were passing through Viper territory and we saw a green haze surrounding what we think is Camp Searchlight. Don't know if..."
Monty was interrupted by Crocker who unprofessionally blurted, "Fucking what?!"
"Camp Searchlight. Don't know what happened but it looked suspiciously like the fallout from a small radiation trap."
Eyes still wide, Crocker slouched into his chair and let out a deep sigh. "Well... nothing I can do about that now. Marie, radio Hsu, Polatli and Hanlon and relay this information to them. They'll do more than I can here in this office. Thanks again for your testimony; I'll make sure you're rewarded appropriately."
Monty stood up and stretched and addressed Bayaraq and George opening the door, "Let's go get those steaks, amigos!"
Monty led the way and noticed Liza putting on her coat and shutting down the reception terminal. "Heading home for the night, señorita?" She ruffled her coat and looked at Monty and smirked, "Well... it's the weekend – I might go to The Tops, try a couple hands, see a show..."
Monty raised his brow and turned his head to acknowledge her. "Oh, my friends and I were gonna head to The Tops too. Do you... wanna, maybe, accompany us or... just me?" he chuckled with a wondering grin.
She pursed her lips and pondered a moment, blushing a little, "Yyyyyeah... OK. We can do that, I guess. C'mon, let's go."
As Liza interlocked with his arm and was practically dragging him out of the Embassy, Monty gave George a sly look.
"I hope you find your girl, George, but... probably best if you keep that exchange under your hat. Now c'mon, I haven't had a day off in weeks! Frank's paying!" he exclaimed with a giddy smile as he finally let his date yank him out the door and across the street to The Tops.
(alright guys I have an idea for plot we could follow)
The gang walked out onto the strip, The strip was alive with activity as gamblers walked the streets, drunks puked in the corners and street vendors hawked their goods. Inter-mixed with the crowd were a few NCR MPs and the more noticeable securitrons, their staticy tele-screens glowing in the night.
"So Frank where is this steak house you were refering to?" he asked,
"I just saud the best on the strip, I never said i found it." he replied as he stopped and looked around. "Though our trip up here has me thinking The Tops might be a bit more friendly than the others."
"Yeah, the Ultra-Luxe is kinda creepy and Gomorrah smells like stale sex and booze. I wouldn't go anywhere but The Tops," Liza confirmed. Monty simply tapped his nose with a finger and pointed to her, signifying she was 'on the nose'.
As the crossed the neon drenched overhang, Monty opened the door for everyone and followed them in. They were greeted by the Tops greeter, a real charmer with a greased pompadour and grey pinstripe suit. "Hey, hey cool cats, welcome to The Tops Hotel and Casino! I don't wanna keep ya from the games, but I need you to hand over any weapons you might be carrying," he warned, looking in particular at the rifles that peaked out from behind George and Monty's backs.
Monty too removed his rifle and laid it on the table and detached the machete dangling from his hip. He also upholstered his 9mm pistol and laid it out in front of the Chairmen, thinking, "I knew I should've tucked it into my waistband..." Monty was sneaky, but when your pistol is blatantly present on your hip, there's not much you can do.
Liza hadn't noticed how armed this group was and was surprised by the amount of iron being placed on the table. The Chairman looked at her expectantly. "What? You think I can carry anything in this little dress?" she replied as she twirled and ruffled her dress. "You can hang up my coat if it makes you feel better..." she said, tossing her brown leather coat to him.
"For a highrolling fella like you, anything. The Tops Restaurant is right through the door in the middle of the game hall; it's on the left just before you hit the staircase," the greeter instructed. "If that's all, I'll just lock these puppies up and you cats have fun!" he said as he wrapped the bundle of guns in a sheet of canvas.
"Great! I'm starved" George set off quickly for the door, "A nice brahmin steak would hit the spot"
George was eager to get a seat, down a few beers and get his mind off his missing wife. He headed ahead of the group and pushed through the doors, looking to the greeter
"Table for four"
Scanning the room he notice a particular ghoul sitting in a booth, eagerly eating a slice of Gecko. He couldn't put his finger on it but something seemed familar about the Ghoul, he wracked his brain for the ghoul's face and realised. The ghoul was wanted by the NCR for illegally selling Jet near the Aerotech Office complex.
"Sorry pallie, all our tables are filled at the moment. If you don't feel like waitin', there's still room over at the bar and we can break out some more stools," the maître d' disclosed with a genuine look of remorse. He snapped his fingers at a pair of busboys who nodded left into the kitchen to grab some chairs.
Monty noticed the look of puzzlement on George's face and recognized the look when George zeroed in on the dealer. "Whaddya got, Capitan?" Monty asked nonchalantly, sticking his hands in his pockets and looking around at the scenery.
"Thanks pal" Bayaraq told the maître d', slipping by George and Monty as he headed for the bar. Finding a gap between a group of tourists telling each other how much fun they were having, and a group of suits drinking quietly.
"I'll take a steak medium-rare, two packs of smokes, and how about a whiskey?" He told the bartender, emphasizing his order by slapping a 20$ NCR bill on the bartop.
"That ghoul over there is a wanted, he runs an illegal jet pushing operation out around the Aerotech office, Guy was supposedly dead, strung up by a lynch mob of angry addicts when he ran outta stock" George replied, "If he ain't dead that means he's still in business and I'm not willing to tolerate that"
George turned to Liza, "Ma'am I need you to go back to the embassy and get me a squad of MPs, hell I'll even take a few of those robot bastards if thats what it'll take, but I'm apprehending this asshole"
--Across the room the lone ghoul, named Torres noticed the NCR officer and his friend looking at him, he stayed calm. Finish your drink and then leave the fucker can't make a move here and if he do my little friend here will make life real difficult for him. He smiled inwardly, thinking of the 12.7mm SMG he had tucked away in his briefcase.
"A guy with gusto, I like it!" the bartender chuckled, as he slipped the bill into the register and wired the steak order into the kitchen. He poured Bayaraq a lowball glass of whiskey over ice and slid over a pack of cigarettes. "Sorry, but if you want that other pack, I'll need another 10 NCR. And I assume you're paying for that steak after you've eaten it? That'll be another 15."
(Conversion rates are a bitch, aren't they?)
Meanwhile, Liza looked at George with an obviously distressed look and was about to protest when Monty shushed her and started talking to her hoping the ghoul wouldn't called the bluff, "Damn! I forgot my coat at the embassy and you're the only one with the key. Could you be a dear and grab it for me?" He grabbed her lightly by the shoulders and went in for a mock kiss on the cheek, and instructed her, "Could get dangerous: get the MPs and wait in the lobby until I come for you."
She nodded and responded uneasily, "Uhh, sure thing, sweetie. Be back in few." Monty mouth "Really sorry..." to her and patted her on the back before grabbing George aroudn the shoulder and leading him toward the bar. He intentionally stopped looking at Torres as he settled down next to Bayaraq. "If you've got it, I'll take a bighorner Marsala, and... a beer, preferably cold."
The bartender uncapped the beer and slid it Monty's way as he plugged his order into the kitchen. Monty slid a $10 bill his way in exchange.
Monty saluted George and his troopers, bidding them farewell, "Go get 'em guys. Seems like you have everything under control and I have little I can offer to help. Plus, I have other business to attend to. I'll keep your food safe for when you come back though."
He turned back to Liza and coaxed her into at seat the bar, apologizing profusely, "Again, I'm really, really sorry you had to go fetch the MPs. What can I do to make it up to you?"
Liza rubbed her temple in frustration and growled, "Well, you can start off by buying me dinner and maybe I'll forget about it."
"I owe you at least that..." he admitted prior to her ordering, "Gecko kebabs with a glass of wine... actually just leave the bottle." The bartender smirked as he uncorked the bottle and presented her with a full glass.
"Hey Frank, could I get my payment now?" Monty suggested. "By my count, a days travel into Vegas with a hostile Viper encounter brings you to $75 NCR. I ain't charging you for the two day stakeout," he said nudging Bayaraq.
"A deal is a deal my man" he replied, pulling his cash and peeling off the merc's payment. "And here is a little extra for keeping a level head all the time" he peeled off a 50$ and put it on the other bills on the Bartop, then tapped his head for emphasis.
"Aaron and George are good guys but..." He shook his head "they aren't the coolest when it counts."
Out in the alleyway George and the MPs took after Torres, the ghoul had already slipped through gate.
"Damn, come on we gotta catch the bastard before he slips out of New Vegas" George said, they pushed through the thick door and out into the outter ring of New Vegas.
--Torres had known he was being followed, turning back to the group of MPs he whipped the 12.7mm SMG out of his briefcase in one fluid movement. As the unarmed MPs apporached he took aim, halfway out the New Vegas door. He squeezed the trigger.
George saw the muzzle flash, going for his revolver he was met by nothing but empty air. He'd forgotten to get his weapons from the front desk, that was his final thought before three 12.7mm bullets tore into his torso. George collapsed alongside his fellow MPs as they became victims of the ghouls gunfire themselves.
--Torres sprinted out the New Vegas door and with bullets dancing around his feet he disappeared into a alley on the right side of the road.
(Sorry Cain, but my aversion to meta-gaming prevents Monty from helping George, but it doesn't prevent me from posting dramatic irony.)
Monty slid the bills into his jeans pocket and nodded to Bayaraq's sentiment just as everyone's food arrived. "Sí, something tells me he works more than not – one day it's gonna kill him. If he's not back in ten, I suppose I'll go look for him... and get another bottle of wine for the lady."
Liza glowered at Monty as she ripped into a kebab. It was obvious that the date was going poorly and to make matters worse, they hadn't even formally introduced each other. With a widening blank stare of this realization, he just looked at the bar a moment before turning away from Liza and biting his knuckle. He spun back around in his stool and put on his best smile, offering his hand in introduction. "Lo siento, I ask your forgiveness; everything went so fast we didn't introduce each other. I am César Montero-Dominguez, but you can call me Monty," he said with his native Spanish enunciation. "I was a soldier before I became a bodyguard and guide. Who are you?"
She dabbed kebab marinade off the corner of her mouth before shaking sighing and shaking his hand, "I guess you can't control what happens with your friends... I'm Liza O'Malley, but you can call me Liza. I've been the embassy receptionist for a few years and it's as boring as you'd expect. I tell visitors about the embassy at least ten times a day, everyday."
After taking another bite of kebab, she asked, "So who's your friend? He doesn't look like a body guard, that's for sure."
"I'm Frank" Bayaraq told her, also smiling "I hired monty and a few others to escort me from the Mjoave Outpost to here." he went back to his steak, cutting it into cubes before ordering a refill of his glass.
The staccato of automatic weapon fire sent most of the patrons outside the casinos to the ground. Several MPs pulled out their cattle prods and the securitrons within the gate, armed themslves and appraoched the knot of bloody, and wounded NCR MPs. The securitrons raced out the gate and opened fire on Torres as he ran but their programming prevented them from pursing the murderous ghoul, yet this didn't stop a few MPs from racing after Torres with their cattle prods drawn. In the strip a few MPs were now bent over the writhering and moaning group of MPs as they performed first aid.
George lay on the ground in a pool of blood as an MP applied pressure to his wounds, another injected him with a stimpak.
Damnit George, you fucking idiot you forgot to grab your guns! The Guns George! You fucking jackass! God-
He collapsed as the stimpaks anesthetic set in.
--Torres sprinted along the side street of Freeside as the small group of MPs tailed him. They weren't an issue, with no firearms they would have to catch him to arrest him, and damn if he wasn't fast! Up ahead a couple of Kings seeing him running moved in a way to intercept him. As they dove at him he did a quick step to the side, sending both Kings colliding to the ground. Another King decided to take a more direct route and plug away with his 10mm, good thing the bastard was a bad shot.
Monty, Liza and Bayaraq continued to talk as they enjoyed their dinner and drinks, but Monty eventually noticed the clock and ten minutes had passed. According to his deal, he had to go out and look for George. He sighed and rubbed Liza's shoulder, saying plainly, "Time for me to check on the Capitan; soldiers gotta stick together."
He slid the remaining third of his bighorner Marsala toward Bayaraq and left through the restaurant door and stopped by the front desk. "Hey-hey pallie, everything up to snuff?" the greeter asked cheerfully.
"You could say that, though I need to leave for about 15 minutes and I need my 9-mill back. Keep my other weapons as a sign of good faith that I'll come back and gamble a few games."
"Don't gotta sweet talk me, buddy," the greeter said, sliding over Monty's pistol. "Oh, speaking of leaving, that guy you came in with rushed outta here with some MPs and he left his weapons here too. You see him, let him know we got his things."
Monty's eyes widened in shock; he grabbed his pistol and ran out the doors, shouting, "Mierda!" There were already several Chairmen brandishing pistols and focusing their attention on the gate. Monty asked a nearby Chairman what had happened.
"You didn't hear? Some fink just rat-a-tat-tatted his way into Freeside, shot a couple MPs on his way out," the Chairman uttered, still a little on edge.
Monty looked around and saw several uniformed men on the ground, most of them dead or on their way. Then there was George's stern face, gone limp from the stimpak. Monty rushed over to his body and addressed the MP administering first aid. Monty pulled out his NCR dogtags as identification and interrogated the MP, "It was that fucking ghoul, wasn't it?" The MP simply nodded his continued applying pressure to the wound as the stimpak gradually closed up the wound.
"Well, I get the feeling that army business is going to keep them busy for whatever reason." Bayaraq said as he push his plate away and pulled out a cigarette. "So why don't we play a few games until they get back?" he asked Liza as he offered her a smoke.
They left the resturant and headed to the main floor, gravitating towards a Blackjack table. Bayaraq pulled out some bills and handed them to the secratary. "here, warm up the good luck for me huh? i'm just gonna see if they're gonna be back anytime soon."
Before she could protest, he walked off towards the greeter. "hey pal, you see those guys i came in with? soldier types?"
"Yeah, one ran out a while ago, and that cat with the bird from the embassy just picked up his pistol and walked out as well." he man replied.
"Thanks." Bayaraq replied before heading outside to try and find them. He didn't have to look long, seeing the crowd as soon as he stepped outside. Pushing his way through to the center, he saw Monty standing over George, who laid in a pool of blood. "well, shit."
The MPs hauled the incouncious George onto a stretcher and began to move him back towards the embassy. Several of the Securitrons present formed a perimeter around the MPs as they cleaned up the corpses of those who had died and helped move the woundedones back to the embassy.
"This guy gonna live?" An MP asked, as he ran alongside George
"Yeah he'll make it" The other replied,
--Torres had finally lost those damned MPs in the ruins that was Freeside, but the relief proved to be temporary as NCR MPs and Kings were now swarming all over Freeside in search of him. He checked his ammo for the 12.7mm, he could fight his way past a few of the greaser bastards and their jack booted friends but he'd have to move quick to not get caught in the hordes of reinforcements.
As the recent adrenaline surge wore off, Monty watched as the MPs hauled George off to the barracks for recuperation. He looked out on that field of soldiers laying in pooling blood, and froze in his place; his heart thumped within his chest and he began to tremble, breathing quickly and sharply.
His mouth gaped and brow furrowed as his senses took in the ferrous scent of blood as it blended with the unmistakable nose-curling bite of spent gunpowder. He lost grip of his pistol and dropped to his ass as his pistol clattered to the ground, trying to hold back tears.
In his mind, scenes of the Siege of Nelson raced: his spotter and best friend, Sgt. Ben Holt, losing his melee skirmish with a legionary as a gladius digs through a kink in his armor and spills his entrails; some kid not in his unit, barely old enough to be even be in the army having his head dashed in by a machete; a captain on his third tour holding off an onslaught of legionaries on only to be rammed through by a spearman from behind.
Monty effectively shut down, clutching his head in his hands as he wept, "Querido Dios, Dios, no, no, no, no, Dios no..."
Bayaraq watched George get carried off until he heard something hit the ground, and then saw Monty breakdown. He lit a cigarette and took a deep drag, holding it in a little longer before blowing it out.
The sniper seemed to have many scars from the war, and this wasn't the time or place to try and ram him through some of them. Crouching down and grabbing the pistol, he put it into his pocket, and made his way to the nearest MP, being careful not to look to closely at the bodies. "Hey pal, you think you can help my friend out over there?" he nodded back to Monty as he slid the soldier $300 NCR.
Going back into the casino, he put the pistol on the counter and walked onto the game floor, to find LIza now playing for a crowd. "I'm actually doing pretty good." she said smiling widely as she lifted up the corners of her cards to show him her 19. "Hey-hey look at you! The others will be back in a little bit, apperantly some ranger showed up and wanted another report." She nodded in reply "Well that's alright I suppose."
He left the table and walked back to the greet, finding the man upbeat as always. "I need my Iron back." Putting the pistols in the pockets of his jacket, he carried the sub-machine gun as he walked out of the casino
--The Kings and MPs were better shots then Torres had expected. One had spotted him in his hiding place and the next thing he knew there were bullets dancing around his feet and one lucky bastard had landed a round squarley in his calf. Now hobbling along the street he traded shots with the Kings as the NCR MPs, now armed, followed suit. He didn't realize that the bullet he'd thought was in his calf had actually buried itself in his thigh, and had cut the femoral artery.
The NCR doctors and Medic went to work on George the minute he arrived, five hours later they had pulled the bullets out of him and had bandaged the wounds. Marie was there, although George didn't know it, staying right next to her friend the whole time.
The trooper readily took Bayaraq's money; it was more than half of his monthly wage and he would be crazy to turn that down. He knelt down and placed his arm around Monty's shoulder in a uneducated effort to console him, "Hey man... c'mon, let's get you outta here. We'll take you to the barracks on the embassy, get you a bed. You've had a long day and you need to rest."
Monty stood as the trooper dragged him up under his armpits and began leading toward the embassy. The trooper introduced himself, "I'm Corporal Alex Dunn, you got a name?"
"Second lieutenant César Montero-Dominguez, 3rd Reconnaissance Battalion, serial number 401-11-9622," he said vacantly, still hyperventilating.
"Good, good, you still know who you are..." Dunn mumbled under his breath. "Maybe when you wake up, we can get you someone you can talk with."
Entering Freeside, Bayaraq saw a group of Kings talking excitedly, and asked what happened. "this Ghoul plugged some NCR officer and a few MPs. The bad part is that he shot at a few of the boys as well." Bayaraq thanked them and ran deeper into freeside, looking for the ghoul.
--Torres took cover behind the sleek wreck of an old Highwaymen, his 12.7mm cradled in his arm as he reloaded the magazine. Peering over the top he could see the three Kings he'd cut down, and their compatriots scurrying to cover in an attempt to not end up like their comrades. Bastards Torres thought, Couldn't just leave me alone could ya? He carefully tucked the new magazine into the SMG, peering over the top again he sprayed a burst of fire at the Kings' positions. Damn that pain in my leg is bad!
"They can blow a raider gang away, but a few soldiers get hit and 'oh no!" Bayaraq muttered about his companions as he walked through the ruins of free side, following the sounds of gunfire and shouts.
Suddenly, Bayaraq saw a figure run by, so he started to shadow them
--Torres spied the oncomin onslaught of Kings and NCR troopers, spraying off the last bit of his clip, he took off running, determined to make it to the Squatter side of town and get out of Freeside and into the wilds of Outer Vegas, maybe North Vegas Square he thought. Limping he pushed through the junk gate and onwards before his leg gave out, falling to the ground with bullets dancing around him a sharp pain shot through his leg and he collapsed.
The three Kings and two troopers dove for cover against the pinging ricochet of bullets but continued their pursuit. "Hopin' North Square's bodyguard's in today – takes this bastard down..." a King gasped in full sprint.
--Torres lay on the ground, bleeding from his leg and out of ammo. Oh Shit Oh Shit! He thought, shoving his hand into his pocket, extracting a stimpak and shoving it into his leg. Feeling the relief of the stimpak's chems. Heaving himself onto his feet he began to hobble towards the freeside door.
(Honestly, I'm getting pretty tired of this thread. We can finish this thing with Torres if everyone wants, but that should be it. At least for me, that is.)
Having heard the racket from behind the door, the North Vegas residents already had their eye on the door when Torres stumbled in. In full sprint, his gangly frame surprisingly knocked a "wasteland warrior" to the ground. He picked himself up with a grunt and put two and two together, drawing his Magnum.
He squeezed off two shots; despite Torres' squirrelly evasion, one found itself in Torres' lower back and the other impacted squarely in his ass. Torres fell to the ground, grasping at his backside and dragging himself forward, growling.