"Eh, Freeside ain't so bad; s'long's you haven't got anything someone else wants." Harland said as they walked past Mickey & Ralph's. He made sure to have his hunting rifle handy; he almost always got attacked by jetheads when he came down this road...
Jenny: (Shouts out) Good thing we don't have anything that anyone could want right guys? John: you always gotta mess things up for us dontcha? Will: Actually, you've messed things up more than any of us have while you've been here. John: Oh yeah how so? Will: Gosh where to start! Well there's- At that moment a thug in rags came around the corner armed with a kitchen knife and the desire to come out a few caps richer than before. Thug: you ready to die?! Jenny: Ugh, this again?! (equips a .308 battle rifle and shoots the guy in the chest) The thug felt the shot go straight into him and soon after he collapsed to the ground. Jenny: Dang...
(Huh. Sorry, not ignoring you, just didn't see this for some reason ) "Without fail." Harland said, looking at the deceased would-be mugger. "Gotta wonder where they keep coming from..."
Will: wherever they're coming from, they're sure giving freeside residents a tough time. Pity a lot of the other residents are too drunk or high off their ass to care.
"True," Harland said, nodding. "The Followers of the Apocalypse do what they can, but they're fighting fires all over." He thought for a second. "Maybe once our business on the strip is concluded, we could lend them a hand?"
Jenny: Good idea Harland! Will: Yeah man, absolutely. John: If we must. ONLY after we find my daughter though. Abbey: Harland said about that already you old fool. John: who you callin' an ol' fool!? Abbey: You you decrepit b******! You've had us going all over the place looking for her and I for one am getting pretty sick of it! Will: will you two shut up? you're causing a scene. Dixon: You guys look like you could use something to calm yourselves down with. How's about some jet or whiskey to calm your nerves? Jenny: From what I hear your whiskey tastes like paint thinner mixed with sewage and your jet's got less brahmin poop in it than something with not much bramin poop in it. Will: that was a cheap joke Jen. Jenny: I'm saving up so we can get on the strip. Dixon: Is that a yes or a no then? Will: we'll pass, thanks.
As they continued on through Freeside, Harland looked at the King's school of impersonation. "Ya know, I tried to join the Kings once." He rasped. "They said I didn't have the hair for it."
Jenny: Badum Tiss! Abbey: Please stop. Yes... well with that out of the way the gang made it to the strip gate. As they approached the gate a huge securitron rolled up to them and asked them to submit to a credit check or show it their passports.
As the others dug through their packs, Harland found the counterfeit passport Ralph had made for him and presented it to the securitron, silently praying it would hold up to inspection once more.
The securitron beeped and whirred while it was processing harland's passport and the caps that the others had presented. Securitron: Thank you, you may all proceed. Have a nice time on the strip. As the gang was getting ready to go, a freeside vagrant pushed past them. Rushing towards the gate in the hopes of getting in, he met with a violent and bloody end when the nearby gate guards opened fire with their grenades and machine guns.
"I am the Law," Said one of the securitrons, in a surprisingly gruff voice. "Poor bastard," Harland rasped, as another securitron set about clearing the remains of the vagrant away from the gate. He'd seen that happen a few times too; he'd always thought it strange that they hadn't built an entrance to the strip that didn't involve travelling through Freeside. He shrugged. There was nothing they could do for him now, so they headed on through the gate.
Abbey: Ew... I think I stepped in that vagrant's spleen back there. Jenny: There's Gomorrah! C'mon gang! Abbey: -_- (inner monologue: why doesn't anyone care about me?) The gang heads inside Gomorrah only to be stopped by security who asks them to hand over all arms before entering. Jenny: hey! this violates the second amendment! Gomorrah guard: What? look just give me your guns before I get the securitrons to come in and make a meal outta ya! Jenny: Ever heard of a sense of humor?
"Err, the Chairmen aren't really known for their affinity for jokes..." Harland said quietly to Jenny, handing his weapons over.
Jenny: Aww :c Everyone handed over their weapons and proceeded to go through into the main area of Gomorrah Jenny: Smells funny in here. Will: Does it? Abbey: If you took that helmet off maybe you'd know John: smells like booze & sex... I love it
"Been a while since I've smelt anything," Harland said, lamenting his lack of a nose. "Ok, well assuming she is here against her will, the Chairmen aren't just going to hand her over because we asked nicely; we'll have to look for her, then come up with a plan if we find her. Lets split into groups; and remember, we don't want to appear suspicious, so ogle as lecherously as you can."
Harland thought for a minute. "Well, the girls working here might have some useful info, and they'd probably be more likely to talk to you and Abbey if there are no men around, so I guess I'll go with the guys."
Jenny: Okee dokee. C'mon Abs, let's hit the bar! And with that the gang split up to search for clues. Will: If I remember correctly there's an outside area around back where we could have a look around for... what's her name again? John: Elizabeth. Elizabeth Smith. Will: Right. Harland, Will and John go outside while Jenny and Abbey go to the bar to get some info (and a few drinks).
"Uh, I want to find her and all, but I hope for your sake we don't find your daughter in this part of the casino," Harland said. They'd never touch the likes of him, but he knew this is where the Chairmen kept their 'adult companions'. Still, maybe someone around here would have some information...
