Fallout: NV Time to get a move along

A full house, Baby

Since being arrested, I had been in this cell for over three days. I pressed my body against the wall once again in weakness. I hadn't gotten anything to eat since my little reconnaissance mission to the Tops hotel. I huffed out a giant breath that seemed to deflate my delicate body as I slid down the wall and flopped onto my side. Eyes dim of their natural light. The cell was small, damp, dirty and dark as hell, my arms tied stiffly behind my back, straight jacket style. Outside the cell's rusty bars sat an old guard dog, to make sure I wasn't going to be up to something fishy. But it looked as if it risked even farting, it would drop dead on the spot. "Let me see the little black bitch!" Someone bellowed from outside the doors of the small holding cells. I forced myself up again, preparing for the worst again. Not only was I starved but also beaten and interrogated as well. My hopes of surviving were less than 2% now. Suddenly the doors flew open and in walked a very attractive gentleman in a charcoal colored suit. His hair was slicked back and his face twisted into an angry expression. "You LITTLE BITCH! OPEN THE DOORS RIGHT NOW FUC-DAMN IT!!" His voice shook my figure with fear. Here comes the abuse again. As soon as the bars screeched back far enough for him to enter, he stalked in grabbing me up from the dusty ground. "You asshole! Do you realize what you've done!? To the Tops? To the Strip?" Before he could finish I interrupted lowly. "Does taking your anger or sadness out on me really make anything change? He's gone. Get the fuck over it pal!" In a split second my face burned with the aftermath of his heavy handed slap. "You don't know shit!" Just as I thiught I'd had enough the relentless beating started once again. He punched me across the face several times. I couldn't defend myself because of my bound state, but tried to keep my seemingly strong composure. I moaned and grunted in pain as a barrage of random attacks shook my poor frame. Blood drained from my mouth and I felt as if my insides were about to fail. Somewhere in the beating I ended back on the ground coughing violently and attempting squirm further away from the abusive figure. "W-what good does b-b-beating.." Another series of violent coughing overtook me. "Me..do for you or him? He's dead. Not coming back like I did. His head exploded." He didn't even hit me that time just pulled me up by my hair. "And what good did killing him do? It wasn't gonna renew the time you had before you were dead!? You are just a selfish, maggot of a bitch and I will kill you for sure." Before he smashed another fist into my bloodied and bruised face a commotion rushed into the room. "STOP RIGHT THERE! MR. HOUSE REQUESTS THE GIRL UNHARMED! WE WERE ORDERED TO BRING HER TO THE LUCKY 38! HAND HER OVER!" These were robots, quite like the ones we destroyed in Freeside earlier on in the night.
I coughed again, head lolling back like a ragdoll in the man's tight hold. "W-well it's a lot too late for the unharmed thing, my face probably looks like a failed experiment." I huffed, was thrown again to the ground and winced with the sting of pain. "Thank you! Now make your exit." The robot's loud voice chimed and briefly after Swank left huffing and grunting in dissatisfaction. I had just turned my head toward my mechanical savior, examining him. "Who do you work for?" I said, lowly but loud enough for it to hear. The soft hum of the cranks and faint beeping alerted me. He was moving closer. "Someone of high power requests your presence at the Lucky 38." With that he picked my beaten body up and made his way to the building in question. He didn't even have the decency to untie me.

We entered a lavishly decorated casino hall. It was dark and the air was contaminated with particles of dust. I coughed violently after inhaling something that most likely wasn't dust. The robot ontonued on it's trek to the elevator and soon we were to the destination I so desperately questioned. "Aah! I see you've made it Lady 6! I have been looking for you!" The smooth but booming disembodied voice said. I frantically looked around from the spot in the machine's arms. There was no one standing at the elevator's entrance when the doors opened. "H-hello?" I said and suddenly my savior put me down onto the cold metal flooring. Then promtly left leaving me to wonder through the huge Penthouse. Where the hell is this guy?