Dead Money

Ghost of the past/ Dog and God

The projection box lowered and the hologram of one of the villas ghost shined over the fountain.Victor pulled out what weapons and ammo the Sierra Madre's security left him. He checked his custom .44 Magnum making sure it was still loaded with the SWC rounds, all but one bullet was missing from it, so he opened his ammo pouch and was relieved to still have the hallow points. With his hand gun fully load, and rubbing off the cloud risdue from the heavy frame, he placed the revoler into his left side holster. The Sequoia still had all its rounds loaded in it, and as well as an abundance of ammo as well for it. He had a special holster for that big handcannon, if he pulled that out, then something WILL be shot dead. "Hey babe, I found something of yours over here!" He turned to look at Kaity who had her hair pulled back, in her arms was his Lever action 20 gauge. "Throw it this way, please." He asked her which she grateful did so, Vic caught the shotgun by the barrle, and checked the ammo counter on its side, "5 shots..." he thought to himself, "...if I can't find any shells then I can probly use some of the .44 rounds powder to make some more, but I won't have any shotgun primers..." he thought to himself. He turned to look at his wife, who was covered in dirty with a energy rifle draped over her shoulder. He walked over to her and placed his hands on her cheeks, "My life is tied to yours, and yours to mine, I promise you, we'll both get out of the godforsaken hell hole, and back home.." He kissed her forehead softly. Kaity sniffled a little hugging him, "I know you will, babe." She whisperd burrying her face into his chest. Victor grabed her by the hand, "Come on." The couple started making there way West from the foutain, navigating the maze like corridor of the Old World Villa. Graffiti carved into the walls, "THIS IS A ONE WAY TRIP" with a headless body under it, and similar warning where written all over. Vic felt his wife's hand squeez his as he was at point. As they fallowed his pip boys map, the sound of ringing could be herd echoing throughout the street, but over that was something else....it sounded like music? Everytime they passed a corner, Victor's eyes scaned the surroundings, as they got with in ear shot of the bells, he herd one of the floor boreds creak above them. He stoped and threw himself and Kaity against a wall under the balcony, he placed his hand across her mouth, and brought the shotgun barrle up to his lips, Kaity nodded understanding the meaning, she brought the holorifle up to her side. The couple slowly made there way around, intending to investage the noise. They found a door, with a stair way leading up to the side where they herd the noise, but more importantly they found a fresh set trap, a gas line had been broken with a tripwire attached to the trigger of a shotgun across the table. Kaity coverd her husband as he knelled down and cut the wire. They moved through the buliding as quietly as they could trying not to lose the element of supprise, and slowly made there way up the stairs. Who ever is here, they seem to be relaxing, it was a he. Well at lest at one point in time it was a he, he had kind of a snobish tone in his voice at he sat in an old world chair, looking out to the Villa. "You'd think it was Spring the way tourists keep rolling in. Those two have there heads on their shoulders....For now...Hope those tourist are hurrying, haven't got all day....At least these two seemlike a straight shooters.....Or suckers. Those tourist cross me, they'll regret it.....Even if they don't, they still might.....Should never have set that radio signal on repeat...."
    Victor snuck up from behind him, and pressed the shotgun against his head, "Ahh...Good both 'the Beauty and the Beast' are here now. Please my good man, won't you sit down....we have much to discuss." He was a Ghoul dressed in an old world tux, with aviator sunglasses, like all ghouls, his flesh was burned away from the effects of  radiation after the Great War, along with immortalit he had more then likely been traped in the Villa when the bombs fells nearly 300 years ago. Victor did as he asked.

"Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Dean Domino; entertainer, singer...and 'entrepreneur' so to speak....Now If you get up without my permission, I'll blast your ass so far through your head, it'll turn the moon cherry pie red." Dean informed him, who stayed as still as a statue, Victor looked worried, at the ghoul, "Better be a shaped charge, or you're going to kill all 3 of us." A smile formed around Deans mouth, "Sounds like you've done some blue collar construction work in your life, your Ma must be proud.." the smile quickly faded, "Still...let's keep this sweet and polite, and finish our conversation with no misunderstandings." Victor sat there nodding his head, while he was motioning for Kaity to come near. Dean pulled a pack of pre war cigarettes out and offered Vic and Kaity one each, Kaity refused but Vic accepted the stick, Dean leaned forward with a lighter, after a few puffs he looked at Dean, " I'll save my questions for the end - please, go on." Vic noticed that Dean had a bomb around his neck too, "Just because I work in entertainment, doesn't mean I'm a moron. I heard my necktie beeping, I know what that means - I'm part of this somehow. I want out of this contract And if either of you two put me in it, I'm not going to be too happy. So whatever's going on here, if you're part of all this? You're taking orders from me." Vic sat there continuing listening to him, "I'm not an idiot. I know the reason I'm in here now is because of the old guy - and both of you. And...you're both wearing collars, so I trust both of you a little more than the old guy..He's more controlling than I'd like." Dean paused to puff on his cigarette, "Not to be be rude, but belive me when I say, we are both just as pissed as you are, Mr.Domino. If helping you helps getting me and my wife out of here then, we are both in an agreement, sir." Dean exhaled the smoke, "...And that's what I've missed - a rapt audience. Thing is, here's where being my partner pays off. See, I know how to get into the casino vault. So here's the short of it - piece together Little Miss Vera Keyes' song in the right order? The Sierra Madre opens its legs, we're in business." Kaity looked at Dean, "Who's Vera Keyes?" Dean leaned back rembering "Vera....She was...my other partner, before the Bomb. Took some legwork. Some convincing, made it happen. You best be standing 'partner', I hope you don't expect me to go running arpumd out there alone." Victor stood up looking at Dean, "We seen a hologram of a someone like that at the Fountain." Dean smiled, "Yeah, the woman, the Starlet, Vera - her voice. Didn't realize there was so many holotapes of her still around, otherwise... eh, never mind. Now then where are we heading" Vic looked out the Balcony, the Police station. "According to the old man, theres a mutants there that we need for this plan." After Vic revealed there next way point, Dean growled to himself, "Sinclair, you better appreciate all I do to screw you over."