Six men sit in a parlor. They are all well dressed in suits and each have a shot glass and bottle of Whisky. A radio playing a rather cheerful toon." The great cons are pushing out the Fiends, from... here to... here. We cant simply wait until only one, weakened gang remains..." The man is interrupted by a knock on the wooden door, the wooden pannel gently opened. Standing in the hall way were two people, a petite woman dressed in a maids atire leading an imposing figure wearing armor and a helmet.
" Excuse me Mr. Thompson, a bounty hunter has arrived to discuss the job." Mr. Thompson eyed the man questioning his attire. " Yes I can see that, please." He gestured at the remaining open chair, his guest accepted. " I didn't expect a sell sword to reply so quickly. The job is one of dire importance to my business. I need the Great Kahns removed as a threat. I require you to meet with Papa Khan, as my informents have told me he is discussing a peace treaty with the NCR. Kill the diplomat, you will be paid 20,000 caps after the contract is complete."
The men uneasily drank the whiskey, all accept for their guest. The stranger unholstered a revolver. The men now feeling the effects of the whiskey fumbled for their own weapons, only to receive a bullet in the chest in response. The only exception was for Thompson who was shot in the right collarbone. " Ahh... hach cough, shit!" The stranger surveyed the room before removing his helme revealing his face. " Weez, what do you want?.. Money!?" Tompson asked as the gun was placed over his heart and fired.
Geoff exited the mansion whipping the blood away with an Abraxo cleaner. It was time to meet his real contractor.
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