As soon as Afton steps out from the prostitute's room, his danger sense gives a mild sensation. And as he turns to look he spots a chubby, balding, gangster standing nearby watching the door... As soon as he spots Afton he begins marching over with a scowl.

"Ey, you there... Yeah, you! You gotta come with me if you know what's good for ya." he threatens as a few other patrons of the club watch. ​​

Afton was tempted to just knock the fat bastard on his ass, but decides to see what's up... He hadn't done anything wrong in the club yet, meaning there was only a couple things it could be... Either he'd somehow disrespected the man, caught the attention of the club owners, or it's something to do with the girl he'd just paid for...

Putting on a meek face, Afton gives a sheepish smile to the man, "Sure, what can I do for you?"

"Shuttin' your mouth and coming with me would be a start." he growls out, beginning to lead Afton out of the guest rooms and up the floors of the club. Eventually they reach one of the top floors where he's led into a large empty hallway, and afterwards an even larger, emptier room.

It certainly looked better than most places in the Mojave, with nice paintings, furniture, and other finery scattered around the room... Though, Afton could vaguely smell the scent of blood, which would've put him on edge if he wasn't already. "Is there something I can do for you, Mr...?"

"The name's Cachino, and you know what you can do... But if you don't, that's just too bad." he says, stepping forwards and punching Afton in the face as hard as he can.

Afton mentally scoffs at the man's 'audacity' and allows the hit to connect. A *CRACK!* sounds out in the room, but it doesn't come from Afton... He struggles not to immediately burst out into laughter at Cachino's pained groan.

The fat gangster was trying to put on a tough front, but it was obvious to both of them that his attack had done more damage to himself than his target.

[Cachino]

Health : 95%

Stamina : 95%

DT : 3

Strength : 5

Perception : 7

Endurance : 6

Charisma : 3

Intelligence : 5

Agility : 4

Luck : 4

Ailments :

[Broken right hand] : Causes pain, and victim is unable to use appendage until healed. -1 Agility.

[Tendonitis] : Causes swelling and joint pain. -1 Agility.

[Sociopath] : Is unable to empathise or understand other's emotions. -1 Charisma.

[HIV] : Damages immune system and eventually develops into AIDS, loss of health and eventual death. -1 Endurance.

Afton just smirks at the man, "What's wrong Cachino? You stub your toe or something?" he asks mockingly.

"You shut you're fuckin' mouth. First, you touch one of my girls and now you break my hand? I'll have your fuckin' head for this!"

Afton just scoffs at the man, "No, you broke your hand. I did literally nothing but let you hit me... That's like shooting me, missing, getting hit by your own bullet, and then blaming me." he shakes his head, "I'd continue mocking your stupid ass, but we're not here for that, are we?... You beat and torture those girls, don't you Cachino?"

[Spies Guise is in effect]

"No, who'd you fuckin' hear that from... Was it Tina!? I'll fuckin'..." he stops and glancing at Afton, "Give her a talk..."

"Yeah, that's believable, you fat, retard." Afton chuckles, "I'm guessing you 'deal' with your girls here, right?" Afton asks, but doesn't need an answer, the scent of blood had already given it away. "That must mean it's soundproof, right?"

...

Cachino begins sweating at Afton's words, it was obvious Afton could destroy Cachino in a fight, and now he was stuck here in a soundproof room with him. "No. People in the hall can still hear what's goin' on inside." he states, though, neither of the men believe those words.

"Then it's good no one seems to be up here... Your doing, no doubt?" Afton asks, knowing that the man probably cleared the floor so he could deal with Afton in peace... Murder wasn't uncommon in the Mojave, but killing anyone in the strip was a big no-no. Mr House knows that one murder usually leads to two others, and then four, and so on. Hence Cachino's attempt to keep it secret.

Plus, Afton was pretty sure harming the women working in the brothel was frowned down on... It was literally shooting yourself in the foot and damaging your own property. He wondered how long Cachino would keep his position if his actions came to light.

Again, Afton's danger sense warns him of something, and he quickly spots Cachino's hand reaches for the revolver in his waistband. Quickly before the gangster can react, he ignites his Proton axe and throws it, the hard-light axe flying through the air and leaving a purple trail as it moves.

Both men watch in fascination and horror as it hits Cachino in the shoulder, easily slicing through it, leaving a cauterized wound and allowing the arm to drop to the floor.

...

Cachino looks at his former-arm for a moment before taking a deep breath. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! OH MY FUCKING GOD!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGHHHHHH!"

The man continues to scream in absolute agony, dropping to the floor and clutching his new stump while screaming as much as his throat will allow. The man eventually devolves into a blubbering mess who just sits on the floor with tears streaming from his face...

"Hmm, I don't remember being like this after cutting my arm off." he mutters while looking unsympathetically at the cowardly gangster.

He walks over and kicks the man onto his back, swiping his revolver as he does so. Afterwards, he rests a foot on the man's chest and glares down at him, "So, here's how this is going to go... You tell me what I want to know, and I won't start cutting other pieces off of you... Capiche?"