Who are you?" the man on the other end of the rifle said
"I'm Jasmine, I've been staying here for a few days. I was looking for Manny actually." She said as he lowered his rifle and she got a good look at him. "Wow" she said to herself, he was a very handsome man. He had a chiseled jaw line and from what she could see from behind his sunglasses he had blue eyes. He was taller then she was, she stood around 5'5 so she guessed he was maybe 6'1, he had broad set of shoulders and strong arms. It sent chills down her spine just to look at him. He was older than her that was for sure, but pretty much everyone she met was. She felt like a child compared to him.
" You should go." He said in a harsh tone.
"I'm just trying to make friendly conversation." She said with an equally harsh tone
"I don't have any friends here"
Jasmine paused
"Well I'm not from here." She said as she crossed her arms over her chest with a slight smirk
"No. No you're not, are you? Maybe you shouldn't go. Not just yet." Jasmine gave the man a perplexed look "Why not?"
"I need someone I can trust. You're a stranger. That's a start." He said
Jasmine still perplexed continued to listen to the man's proposition.
"I need you to find out something for me. I don't know if there is anything to find, but I need someone to try. My wife was taken our home by Legion slavers one night while I was on watch. They knew when to come and what route to take, and they only took Carla. Someone set it up. I don't know who." He said clenching his jaw
"You're trying to track down your wife?" she said.
From the way he reacted after he had said her name, Jasmine knew he must have loved her a lot. He didn't sound sad just angry over her loss, maybe because he hadn't been there to save her.
"No, my wife is dead. I want the son of a bitch that sold her. If you find out who did it, bring him in front of the nest here while I'm on duty. I'll give you my NCR beret to put on. It'll be our signal. An I'll take care of the rest." He sounded cold as he handed her an extra red beret from his pocket.
Jasmine agreed, she wanted to help this man, she couldn't bare the thought of having a loved one sold like a piece of equipment. She made a promise to herself that she would find whoever did this, and that she would start tomorrow morning. But for now she needed some sleep, so she left the man to his thoughts and went back to her room. She undressed from her still very clean cloths and put on her nightshirt that was a white button down that was many sizes to big. It fell just below her hips.
She flopped down onto the bed and pulled out the book she had bought in the gift shop. Well, it wasn't really a book, more of a comic. To be specifically a Grognack the Barbarian comic, she read threw its once colorful pages that had now faded into a dingy form of the vibrant colors it once was. Once she had finished the comic she set it down on the night side table.
Then picked up the red beret that the man had given her, come to think of it, she had never gotten his name. she placed the beret on her head and went into the bathroom to see how it looked, "cute." She thought aloud. She began to think of the man again, his broad muscular shoulders, his chiseled features, the soft stubble that had covered his cheeks and his blue eyes. She took the beret from her head and began to examine it, the patch on the beret was clearly NCR but what she hadn't noticed was the writing on the small patch, it said "The last thing you never see". She wondered what that meant as she brought the beret to her nose and smelt it.
"It smells like him" she thought. She couldn't help but think of what he might have looked like shirtless. She began kneading her breast with her left hand, still holding the beret to her nose with the other. She moved her hand up and under her shirt and rolled her nipple in between her thumb and forefinger a moan escaping her parted lips. She was trying not to be so loud as she knew there were people in the two rooms on ether side of hers. She felt warm in between her thighs as her hand traced its way down her flat stomach and into her warn panties. She rubbed circles around her sensitive clit as she slid down the wall and onto the tile floor, now holding back loud moans of pleasure as she continued to smell the beret. She slipped a finger inside herself while still circling her clit with her thumb. Her paced quickened as she felt the tension rising, she bit down on the beret to keep herself from being too loud. Her climax was fast and hard leaving her panting and out of breathe as she withdrew her hand from her panties. She began to feel tired, she exited the bathroom and crawled into the bed that she had come to know and love then feel straight to sleep.
The next morning she woke up feeling better then ever, she had asked some of the people around town about Carla. But all she got was a whole lot of nothing, but she got a feeling that there was something Jeannie May wasn't telling her when Ranger Andy had said she wasn't to fond of Carla. Jasmine decided to snoop around in the lobby after Jeannie had left to see if she could find anything. She bought bobby pins from the gift shop so she could pick the lock; she got a very odd look from the man behind the counter, considering she had no hair. But she didn't think much of it, she went back to her room to wait until after it got dark. After she was almost certain that Jeannie had left the lobby she descended the stairs and began to pick the lock. She had broken about four bobby pins and had cursed more times then she could count before she was able to get the door open.
She closed it behind her, she surveyed to make sure no one was there. Once she was sure she was alone she got to work, looking in filling cabinets, through papers that cluttered the front counter and finally the computer. She hacked it rather easily, yet another skill to add to the list of things she didn't know she knew how to do. She read through some of the logs on the computer and unlocked the floor safe just below her feet. She went through its contents and found a small piece of paper she unfolded it and read it. She was shocked, it was a bill of sale, with Carla's name on it.
Jasmine looked up from the paper, according to what she had just read Carla was sold by Jeannie May to the legion and to make matters even worse Carla was pregnant. Jasmine thought this was more then enough proof to prove it was Jeannie. She made her way to Jeannie's house. All the way thinking about how heartless someone has to be to sell a person, a living, breathing, human being. She was angry. It showed as she let her fist collide with the door three times. The door opened and she was greeted with a smile "well hello Miss Jasmine! What can I help you with? Everything alright with the room?"
"Hi Jeannie, yes everything with the room is great. But I need to you come with me there is someone outside the hotel that had asked for you!" Jasmine said with an over sized grin trying to hide her devious intentions.
"Oh, well alright why don't you take me to them then sweetie! Did they mention what they might of needed?" she said coming outside and closing the door behind her. "No they didn't but they asked for you specifically." They arrived just below the nest, just were he told her to go.
"Where are they dear?" she said sounding confused
"I lied" Jasmine said in a serious tone pulling the beret out of her pocket and placing it onto her head.
"Well sweetie, why would you do that to old Jeannie?"
"Because you're a greedy heartless old hag who gets her jollies by selling people to the legion."
"Well you little Bitch I…" She was silenced with a bullet that entered the back of her head. Jasmine was now spattered with her blood, she hadn't even flinched, I guess taking a bullet to the head can do that to you. She headed up to see the man to show him her findings.
"How did you know?" he asked her as soon as she opened the door.
"I found this, here." She said handing him the bill of sale. She wondered if he knew his wife was pregnant, but knew it wasn't her place to ask.
"Thank you, here it's the least I could do." He said handing her a pouch of caps. Her heart felt heavy as he placed the caps into her hand, she couldn't take this. She wanted to help this man. She empathized with his pain.
"No, I don't need them, you keep them." She said handing them back. There was silence between them for a minute or so
"What will you do now?" Jasmine asked breaking the uncomfortable silence
"What I've always done." He responded in a monotone voice
"Why don't you come with me?" She asked "I mean I don't think anyone else here would be to happy with us now that we've killed Jeannie."
"Fine, lets go" He said standing. His quick decision making surprised jasmine, they made there way down the stairs and out of Dinky before he spoke once more
"I should go and take care of the body, before anyone else finds it. I'll be back"
Jasmine nodded and he began to walk off. She went up to her room regretting having to leave in the middle of the night as she folded her cloths and placed them into her pack. Along with her food, remaining ammo and books, She had plenty of ammo for her pistol and enough food to last them a few days on the road.
Jasmine went into the bathroom to wipe the blood off her face, she just stared at herself for a moment. "she got what she deserved" she said to herself nodding affirmatively before heading back into the room. She finished packing up, making sure to take anything of value.
Though she really didn't want to leave Novak before she had found out where the man in the checkered suit had went but she didn't really have much of a choice. As she was doing one final sweep of the room she picked up her journal and the bottle of whisky and left. She made her way down the stairs only to find him waiting for her.
"Don't you want to get anything from your room?" she asked
"I have what I need." He said pointing to small bag on his back, it didn't look like it held much. They set out into the dead of night along the road heading east towards the lights of the new Vegas strip.
End ofchapter two
