Risky Business 3

[size=4]Chapter 3: High Times[/size]

[i]One day later....[/i]

[i]Freeside[/i]

After Cetea had been forced by Arcade Ganon to rest for at least one day, she was eager to get back to the mission. Walking alongside Azumi down the the street that led to the New Vegas strip gate. Along the way, she decided to talk to Azumi about Gomorrah, and more importantly, the Omertas.

"I should tell you how Gomorrah works. The casino earns it's name, I must assure you. Criminal vice, chemical drugs, and... Er... The 'services' of their women all fuel Gomorrah's lifestyle. Another thing you should know, the owners, two men by the names of Big Sal and Nero. They are not fond of the Followers, so I would suggest keeping our true negotiations... Secret. We must find a way to get them into a deal they cannot refuse." Explained Cetea, and she paused for a moment, "So, any questions?"

"Any muscle we have to deal with? Any... forced vices, as it were?" Azumi walked calmly, helmet on, polarized. She would only take it off to talk in the last one. Benny seemed more likely to listen if he saw a face. ...or just her face. Either way, she didn't care. "Anything in particular to deal with out of the ordinary aside from...every Wasteland vice under the sun save...?"  She didn't want to say "cannibalism." She had standards.

"We won't have to worry too much about getting shot, if that is what you mean. Although Nero and Big Sal are infamous for killing those who displease them. Do not worry though, I have a rough idea of how to do things. Your armor is enough to intimidate even those two, or at least make then cautious. I will be the one to negotiate," Cetea left out the fact that she still felt partially weak from her brush with death, which was part of the reason why she wore her casual attire, she did not want to get into a fight if she could help it, "I know that if we work together as well as we usually do, this will go smoothly." Said Cetea, before activating her human disguise.

Azumi nodded. She assumed that part of why she was playing essentially the dumb muscle here (or at least the strong, silent type) was because she tended toward Bad Cop methods. Couldn't be helped, she supposed. Still, she walked up to the door. "After you."

Cetea nodded, and as she approached the giant gates to the strip, she held up her and Azumi's passes for a securitron robot to scan. After staring at the two, the normal police man face on the securitron's screen changed into a thumbs up, and the giant gates slowly slid open.

As the two passed into the strip, the giant neon sign of a woman sitting marked the Gomorrah casino, which was only a few feet down the road, as the two approached the door, Cetea faced Azumi, "I promise that I will not be a hindrance." She said, her tone calm, but serious.

Azumi put a hand on her shoulder, depolarizing her visor momentarily. "Listen to me, PFC. You are [i]not[/i] a hindrance. You help keep me grounded. I need your help a lot of the time. Alright? You're not a hindrance, you're on my squad." She clapped her on the shoulder, polarizing again. "Just try to... look like anyone else here."