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, revealing the New Vegas strip.

As the two passed into the strip, the giant neon sign of two women sitting seductively marked the Gomorrah casino, a large, dark red building that cast an imposing shadow compared to every other building in New Vegas. As the two approached the front doors, Cetea faced Azumi and took a breath, "I promise that I will not be a hindrance." She said, her tone calm, but serious. The vague memories of Azumi rescuing her still lingered in her mind, and she felt guilty for having to even be rescued in the first place.

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."

Hesitantly nodding, Cetea activated her omni-tool. A few seconds of setting modification led her spiked hair to go flat and change from black to brown, and her green eyes to change blue. She then opened the front door for the two of them and entered.

The inside of Gomorrah was spacious, with only a few torches along the walls to illuminate the rooms. Past the reception area was the large, heavily occupied gambling area, where men and women in expensive looking clothing rolled the slots, tried their hand at blackjack and poker, or rolled the dice at the craps tables, all in the hopes that their luck would make them rich.

As the two approached the reception counter, a man in a gray striped suit, fedora, and sunglasses pointed to a storage container beside him. "Weapons in the case lady.... And other." He said in a bored tone as he examined Azumi's armor, which was built in a way that would disguise her gender. Shrugging, he didn't bother to look up as Cetea complied by drawing her two weapons, a Shuriken sub-machine gun and Predator heavy pistol into the case. She didn't worry about being defenseless, having confidence that her biotic abilities would be enough to defend herself should the need arise.

Azumi was completely silent as she drew her gun from her hip holster, putting it in the container. She then drew her knife from the chest sheath, the nasty-looking shortsword of a Brute knife from her hip sheath, and put them in as well. Willing to play the "Cetea's muscle" role, she said nothing, letting her go ahead.

As the two made their way past the casino area, they came into a room that held a stage, where women garbed in a various sets of revealing attire performed before a gleefully shouting crowd, Cetea turned away from the scene, making note of the bar across from the room as she walked down a hallway that lead to a lone door guarded by another man in a grey suit.

The man stared at Cetea as she approached him, his sunglasses hiding all emotion from his face. "We are requesting an audience with Nero and Big Sal, it is a matter of business." Said Cetea, staring at the man to make it clear that any attempt he might make to intimidate her would be futile.

Staring at Cetea for a moment, the man drew a cigar from his coat and lit it, "They ain't expectin' anyone." He said, and he drew from his cigar and slowly blew the smoke into her face. Coughing, Cetea swiped the smoke away and glared at the man.

"You are unwise to prohibit me entry, do you think your employer would discuss his planned meetings to someone such as you? Our arrival, information well above your pay grade, had a set date, today, to be precise. I am quite sure that if I leave and inform those of whom I work for of Gomorrah's offensive hired hands, your two employers would find a suitable way to [i]punish[/i] you." Said Cetea, her voice deathly quiet.

The man was quiet for a few moments, he then stepped aside, opening the door. "They're in the lounge. You better not be lying to me." He said, trying to act as if Cetea's words had not affected him, when he she had in fact reminded him why he feared those he worked for.

Cetea nodded, walking through the door and up a flight of stairs. "That went well. I think I am starting to like the entire intimidation through speech process." Said Cetea, smiling slightly.