Steel Waste Chapter 395
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Upon hearing the NCR officers command, Victor slowly turns around and rolls towards the man, towering above him once he arrives before him, "Officer Kirby, husband of Lisa Kirby, formerly Barnard. Father of Bill and Jack Kirby... You understand that your actions have far-reaching implications for the alliance between the NCR and Mr House?" Victor's typical cowboy voice seemingly disappears, in exchange for a more serious business-like one.
Officer Kirby who hears this gapes and audibly gulps in his saliva, "H-how do you know me?"
"We know everything, so you best keep your anger in check, otherwise misfortune might strike." Victor states in a deep, baritone voice. "Mr House has never been known as a forgiving man..."
Victor then spins on his wheel and turns back towards Tamia and her group, "So! Little lady, come with me, Mr House has a lot to discuss with you. Ah, he also gives his gratitude for removing that annoying pest in the Tops." the robot says.
Tamia just stares at Victor for a couple second, occasionally glancing between it and the literal firing line behind it. "Err, if you're sure?" she mutters, slowly following behind Victor as it rolls towards the crowd of NCR soldiers.
The rest of the group look towards Afton for direction, but he just shrugs and follows Tamia, making sure to not give the soldiers any reason to shoot... Fortunately, the threat of Mr House was apparently enough to avoid anything drastic.
The group of soldiers parted like the red sea as Victor rolled through them, somehow also getting up the steps to the Lucky 38 on his single wheel... Tamia follows closely behind as Victor reaches the large locked doors of the ancient casino... Just as a large *click!* rings out through the strip, and the doors start opening.
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The NCR soldiers all lower their weapons and back away at the sight, shocked at the implications of the events before them... Had they just been pointing their weapons at Mr House's emissary?
Officer Kirby imparticular pales and drops his weapon, quickly remembering the robot's words, his families names ringing like tinnitus in his ears. "F-fall back! Our goal has changed, search and rescue the survivors in the Tops." he calls out.
Sure, the NCR might not be able to conduct operations while the casino families were active, but... The Tops didn't exactly have a family controlling it anymore, that, and Officer Kirby needed to do something with his men's time or otherwise risk punishment from his superiors.
Afton crosses his arms with a cocky smirk as he watches the NCR soldiers turn towards the Tops and start dragging out bodies into the strip. Man, it felt good to be powerful... Though, this was all partly because of House...
He wasn't really sure why House wanted Tamia, Victor was the one who originally dug her out of that shallow grave, so the man must've been keeping an eye on her for a while... Whatever the reason, Afton was looking forward to finally meeting the man.
The Lucky 38 doors completely open, revealing the opulent yet slightly dusty interior of the casino. Securitron's were everywhere, making a deadly defence against any who'd seek to breach the casino.
Victor spins around and looks at Afton and his group, "Sorry about this folks, but only the little lady has been invited. You'll all need to wait outside, I don't think it'll take long, so why don't you play dice or something while you wait." the robot says with what could only be a shrug.
Afton sighs, "Yeah, I saw this coming... We'll wait, just get on with it." he says, sitting on one of the steps of the Lucky 38 and beginning to clean his Fallen Ranger Sequoia with a cloth.
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Victor looks at Tamia and gestures inside with their arm, "After you... The boss man has been wanting to speak with you for a while, little lady."
Tamia shakes his head as she walks inside, "I've been on the strip for a week or two now, so he couldn't have been that eager." she states, taking once last glance at the group behind her as the casino doors shut.
"Heh, he's been watching you the entire time you were here. Wanted to make sure he had the right person... Judging by how you off'd Benny, I'd say we're in the clear."
Tamia raises a brow at his words, "Wait, he's been watching the 'entire' time? That is really fucking creepy. You're telling me he watches me in the shower too?"
Victor gives a low chuckle, "I'm not aware of that, you would have to ask him..." the robot says as they reach the single elevator in the centre of the large room. He presses one of the many buttons and gestures towards the door as it opens. "That's your stop, I'll be waiting down here if you need me."
Tamia slowly nods and steps inside as the elevator starts moving upwards... It travels for a relatively long time before stopping, opening to reveal almost eye-searingly bright light. Before her were large windows where she could see the rest of the Mojave, the view was incredible, however, as she's admiring it, another Securitrons rolls up beside her. Insead of the police officer face or Victor's cowboy one, the face was of a simple woman with curly black hair and white skin.
"I'm Jane, one of Mr House's girls. We keep him... entertained. We don't get many guests lately, perhaps we can entertain you as well." 'Jane' explains, causing a shiver to go down Tamia's spine.
"I'm not even going to ask what you mean by 'entertain'... Nor am I going to think about whether or not a two-hundred-year-old man can 'get it up'..." she sighs, "Where next?"
"I'd give you a tour, but, Mr House wants to get to business. He's a very busy man you know?" Jane says, rolling down some stairs and through some other rooms, eventually reaching a room with a humungous computer... It has a huge control panel with a screen that's a few times larger than Tamia.
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