There was little sound coming from her room in the suite. The occasional metal pieces clicking together, a stiff brush scraping inside the barrel of a rifle, or the sound of something moving against carpet as Six adjusted her position on the floor. She was methodically cleaning her guns, first her pistols, the weathered 10mm she carried with her almost always, the silenced .22 holdout she kept for the Strip's casinos, and her .357 she used when she wanted to be intimidating. Next came her assault carbine, a fairly common companion on her travels when she needed some good mid-range firepower. Last came the biggest of her weapons, the anti-materiel rifle she had coveted since she first spotted it at the Gun Runner's shop. When she could finally afford the hefty price, she purchased it and almost more ammo than she could carry. It took her the longest to clean, although whether it was because it was the largest or because it was her favorite, no one ever figured out.
It was almost time. Time to take the fight to them, to make them pay for every family broken, every mother captured and enslaved, every child killed, every brother murdered. And there was no doubt in Six's mind as to who would come with her on this suicide mission.
In the other rooms, activity could be heard. Lily was in the kitchen, cooking something for her grandchildren. No one ever complained, as the food was mostly good and always edible. Raul kept her company, the two of them getting along better than anyone would have expected, although Six figured it was because they were similar in both age and situation, although Raul did seem to still be playing with a full deck of cards.
Outside the door, ED-E hovered quietly, although no one ever did know what the eyebot did in its spare time. Six adored the thing and had cleaned and polished the metal to a gleaming finish every time they returned from an adventure, and had done so just yesterday. It waited patiently for Six to call on it again.
In the spare room, Veronica and Arcade could be heard, although their discussion wasn't clear to Six. It was likely they were keeping quiet, as Cass tended to sleep after returning from whatever bar she felt like going to that particular day. To Six's knowledge, Cass had been at the Atomic Wrangler today and was sleeping off the undoubtedly immense amount of alcohol she consumed.
Rex entered Six's room just as she finished cleaning her anti-materiel rifle and moved to lay down at her side, resting his head on his paws. Six glanced over at the cyberdog and studied the bull painted on his side for a moment. Rex lifted his head and looked at her and then pulled her out of her thoughts with a soft bark. She patted the dog briefly, who wagged his tail happily, and then turned back to her rifle and began to reassemble it.
As she finished putting the rifle out, she called to her last companion. While she waited for him to arrive, she loaded rounds into a magazine for the rifle, eight large .50 MG rounds. She knew she wouldn't hear him as he approached from wherever he was in the suite, but still she managed to look up just as he appeared in the doorway. She loaded the magazine into the rifle and set it across her lap.
"Is it time?" Boone asked, his own rifle slung across his back, ready for action. She met his eyes behind the sunglasses he wore and nodded.
"It's time."