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

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

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

[Spies Guise is in effect]

[Intimidation succeeded]

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

...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you know where he is now?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"WAIT!"

*Bzzztch!*

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

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

Elsewhere :

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

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

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

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

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