After their small run-in with 'Robbing Hood' the group continued on, making their way through Freeside to reach their destination.

"HELP I'M BEING ROBBED!" ​​

...

The group just give deadpan expressions towards the alleyway where the voice is coming from.

"It's a trap right?"

"It's a trap."

"No doubt it's a trap."

All of them mutter simultaneously, they'd dealt with enough shit in the Mojave thus far to recognise an obvious trap when they see one. The only problem was the fact that there was always a chance that it wasn't...

Afton just sighs to himself, "You guys stay here, I'll check it out. Atleast I'll get to try out my new gun." he states, hopping off of Dirt-Bird and walking into the dark alleyway.

The voice continues to shout for help, though, it doesn't seem distressed. Instead, it seems annoyed at the fact that he'd not arrived yet. He walks into a clearing with a single person sitting on the floor covering their face.

It's a dirty woman wearing rags, he hair was matted and slightly grey, her skin wrinkled... Clearly she wasn't in tip-top condition. She rapidly stands as Afton enters the area, lowering her hairs and revealing a smug visage. "HAHA! YOU IDIOT, GUYS HE'S-" *BAAANG!*

Afton had just shifted the Anti-Material rifle and hip-fired it at the woman, the bullet racing towards her at rediculous speeds before hitting them in the chest. Once the .50 Calibre round slams into them they literally explode. Their chest imploding in a spray of blood as a huge hole opens up where their heart and lungs were supposed to be.

She slumps to the floor, obviously dead as he pulls the bolt, making it give a satisfying *Click*.

He glances towards the other entrance to the alleyway where the pattering of feed could be heard... A couple of men wielding machete's run onto the scene, almost shitting themselves when they see the utterly destroyed corpse of the woman.

Afton smirks at them, spitting at the floor before saying, "Feeling lucky punk?"

The duo don't waste any time and dash towards Afton while giving enraged shouts, they must've been on some kind of drug to work up that kind of courage... *BAAANG!*

Another one drops to the floor under the brutal power of his new weapon, their body's shape now resembling a doughnut instead of a human.

He doesn't have enough time to fire another shot as the other man had almost reached him. Afton just drops the gun on the floor and grabs his knife, he easily blocks the machete with it and smacking his fist into their nose, causing them to back away as blood streams down their face.

They charge again but Afton just swipes his knife, causing the man's machete to drop to the floor, as well as most of their fingers. Taking another step forwards the knife flashes again, opening up a deep wound on their throat before they could even realise what was happening.

Afton steps back, sheathes his knife and retrieves his Anti-Material rifle just as the last would-be thief's blood sprays everywhere from the new wound.

Karl and Boone look to him as he leaves the alleyway, "Have fun?"

Afton nods, "Yeah, this thing is a beast." he says. He wasn't lying either, anything that could almost cut a man in half simply by shooting at them was something to be feared in his books. He was probably the only person in the world that could survive one of those shots without Power Armour, and that was only because of his supernatural Perk [Miracle Maker].

With that done the group start moving again and finally make it to the business district of Freeside. The place was only down the street from the entrance that leads to the New Vegas strip, which is probably why the business district was placed here in the first place. The many heavily armoured robots guarding the gate would eliminate any threats they could see. This included anyone making trouble in the business district.

On the street corners were a couple criers shouting for people to go to their respective businesses, the group drove past everyone and parked in front of the Atomic Wrangler.

The place was a casino/brothel, the group were only intending on booking some rooms though. There was no point wasting caps to fuck some disease-ridden prostitute.. Though, the girls standing outside the casino did look quite pretty...

Afton uses VATS and takes a look at them to see if they were worth a shot...

[Prostitute]

Health : 80%

Stamina : 35%

DT : 1

Strength : 3

Perception : 4

Endurance : 4

Charisma : 9

Intelligence : 4

Agility : 6

Luck : 2

Ailments :

[Chlamydia]

[Genital warts]

[Crabs]

[Breast Cancer]

[Low Blood Pressure]

Afton doesn't bother to read the descriptions of the STD's this girl has, all he knows is he won't be sticking his pecker anywhere near her... Aside from that, isn't it poor practise to have someone so afflicted with diseases to still work for you?

He shakes his head, just before they enter inside the establishment Afton looks to Karl and whispers, "The girls here are all more diseased than most Molerats, don't go sticking your dick in one of them if you don't want it to fall off."

Karl just nods at him, "I know that kid, I'm not that bad."

"Bro, you slept with Jeannie." he states, causing Karl's lips to thin.

"I thought we wouldn't talk about that?"

Afton just shrugs, "I'll gladly mock you with it whenever I think you're doing something stupid."

Karl just grumbles in response as the group books some rooms from the owner James Garret. Afton slumps onto the rather dirty mattress and glances over to the radio that was currently playing some song called 'Big Iron', at least that Happy Trails Caravan broadcast had ended. He'd almost just said fuck it and taken the group to join the expedition to earn some caps, he decided against it when Karl warned him that New Canaan wasn't a place you could just enter without putting your life on the line.

He silently laid on the mattress for a while, waiting for his [Mechanicus] Perk to clean and repair it before he takes off his clothing and slips into bed. He wasn't willing to touch the mattress with bare skin until it was completely spotless... For obvious reasons.