By the Tops reception desk, Swank was admiring a customer's Light Machinery Gun. The customer was a traveller who mentioned something about touring around the Mojave wasteland. Swank wasn't listening to the man speak; he was more interested in the weapon strapped to his back. After handing over weapons, the traveller headed off to play some Blackjack, while Swank could have a chance of taking a closer look at the Light Machinery Gun.

The weapon had certainly brought Swank back to the good old days when he was known as a Boot Raider. Those were the days! When you could just shoot someone in the face and have no excuse. Sure in the Strip he could get free booze, gambling and easy access to women. But the freedom to do whatever the hell you want! Nothing could replace that in Swank's book.

His reminiscence was cut short when he heard the Tops entrance doors open loudly. Swank quickly put the Light Machinery Gun back with the traveller's other weapons. He was about to recite his introduction speech to the customer, until he saw their face.

"Well look what the cat dragged in!"

The customer was, of course, the Courier. Still slightly in shock over the past events in the Ultra-Luxe, the Courier was breathing fast and red in the face. She breathlessly replied,

"Hi Swank." Swank grinned at her.

"You like you're in a hurry doll. Maybe because … oh I don't know … you have some news about the big cat himself?" he asked, trying his best to make the question sound innocent.

The Courier didn't buy it. She rolled her eyes and frowned,

"No I do not any news about Benny. I'm working on it okay? For all I know, he's probably lying in a ditch dead." Swank replied,

"Okay, okay I get the point. So then what brings you to the Tops beautiful?"

"I need a room for the night. You do rent out rooms right?" the Courier asked.

Swank shook his head,

"We're all booked for the night baby."

The Courier sighed. Swank folded his arms and added,

"However, you can get a free room." The Courier looked at him with hopeful eyes.

"Really?" Swank replied with a smirk,

"Yea. Seeing as you're Benny's gal now, it's only fitting you get his suite." The Courier glared at Swank.

"I am not Benny's 'gal' nor I will ever be," she retorted back. Swank winked

"Whatever you say baby doll. Now do you want the room or not?" The Courier had to think about it. The room was free and nicely furnished. But it would have that damn robot Yes Man in it. Weighing the pros and cons, the Courier decided it would have to do.

"Okay, I'll have the room," she decided. Swank gave her a copy of Benny's suite key. The Courier then made her way to a elevator which took her up to the 13th floor. Benny's suite wasn't hard to find and surprisingly there were no bodyguards at his room. The Courier was sure there was at one standing guard the last time she was here. Although, she was a bit intoxicated the last time she was here.

Opening the doors, she was greeted by Yes Man.

"Oh hi again!" his optimistic voice rang through the room. The Courier grumbled,

"Hello." She plonked herself down the nearest sofa and stretched her arms. Today had been a long day. And she still needed to sort out what to do next. However Yes Man continued to speak to her, not registering that she was tired.

"Are you any closer to getting rid of Mr. House yet? Sorry if I seem like an annoying pest, but the plan can't really work out well unless he's out of the picture. If you want, I can see whether Benny had any files on where Mr. House resides in the Lucky 38 and how to access that area. It shouldn't take-"

"Yes Man?" The Courier interrupted, her head in her hands. Yes Man looked at her with his permanent smile and replied,

"Yes?"

"Please shut up. I'm working on something else and the last thing I need is another person telling me to do this and to do that. So, for your sake, please shut up." Yes Man, taking no offence to her bluntness, whispered cheerily,

"Okay, no problem." The robot headed back to the bedroom to enter the hidden part of the suite.

The Courier laid back on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling. Even though the robot had no feelings, she shouldn't have took her anger out on Yes Man. It wasn't his fault that the whole Ultra-Luxe drama was brain aching. Benny had programmed the robot to be helpful and resourceful. It was in Yes Man's nature. Heck, knowing Benny, he probably programmed Yes Man to access every casino's computer data. It wouldn't surprise the Courier no bit.

Suddenly, an idea popped into the Courier's head. She literally ran to find Yes Man entering the hidden workshop by Benny's bedroom. She called out,

"Hey Yes Man. Do you know if you can access to other casinos apart from the Lucky 38?" Yes Man turned around to face her and replied,

"Of course! Benny liked to know what was going on behind the scenes in all the casinos. Lucky 38, Gomorrah, you name it." The Courier smiled wickedly,

"What about the Ultra-Luxe?" Yea Man answered,

"Oh yes. Why after Lucky 38, Benny went about accessing all of the Ultra-Luxe data. Don't ask me why though."

The Courier's grin widened.

"Oh Benny, you can be a freaking genius sometimes," she thought. The Courier ordered Yes Man,

"Okay, I want you to give me all the data on the Ultra-Luxe. I want every possible bit of information." Yes Man nodded (well what could count as a 'nod') and went into to the workshop, typing rapidly on the computer. Meanwhile, the Courier leaned against one of the machinery.

Within less than a minute, Yes Man announced,

"Done! I've got all the data loaded up. Now, is there anything precisely you wanted or do you want to look at everything?" The Courier mused,

"Hmm, how much data is there on Ultra-Luxe?" Yes Man answered,

"Let me put it this way; a lot is too much of an understatement." The Courier gasped,

"That much? Yikes. Well, alright then, I'm looking for data involving investigators, missing people and 'consuming human flesh'." Yes Man went back to his rigorous typing.

Quick enough, the data on the computer narrowed down to a good few files. The Courier joined Yes Man and looked at the computer screen, deciding which files would be best to use. Scanning the screen, the Courier found one file mentioning the word 'investigator' in the title. Bingo!

"Open up that file," she requested, pointing at the particular file she wanted. Yes Man obeyed and soon enough the file popped up.

The file read:

'I really cannot believe the drivel people will spread about our fine society. First of all, that quiet man who checked in yesterday (who I thought was a Tops spy) turns out to be an investigator. Then next he explains how someone apparently goes missing. A bride-to-be to be exact. And then to put the icing on the cake, he's heard rumours of cannibalism within the Ultra-Luxe. Honestly, people will believe anything these days! Naturally I told him those rumours were false and the bride had probably ran off. He didn't seem to believe me for some reason and walked off. I was infuriated. When I find the people who have spread these rumours, I'll make sure they're six feet under the ground.'

"Interesting," the Courier thought. The language in the file suggested that this belonged to Marjorie. This file was basically repeating what Marjorie had said earlier. But it sounded as though the cannibalism rumours had been going around for some time. And Marjorie was desperate to get rid of them. Desperate enough to kill the investigator? No, the Courier was certain that if Marjorie had bunked off the investigator, she wouldn't have done so messily.

The Courier looked at the other files. Looking at the data associated with them, she noticed these files belonged to a different computer than the first. She pointed to those and Yes Man clicked on them. There were four in total and all short.

Starting with the first file they read:

'First night at Ultra-Luxe. Unsurprisingly, I had to give in 'all' of my weapons. Thank God for my silenced pistol! So far nothing looks suspicious. No hints of cannibalism, but my contact did say the cannibalism was kept top secret. Must question the receptionist tomorrow.'

'Just got back from questioning the receptionist. From the moment I told her why I had been sent here, she had the face of an irritated bloatfly! The weird thing is, I didn't even ask about cannibalism, she just blurted it out. However she denied any cannibalism activity. If there is anything odd going around here, it's happening under her nose. Interesting. Maybe something is happening under the covers? Must interrogate more members.'

'Been two days since my last report. Either some really don't a clue about the rumoured cannibalism or they're playing dumb. However I did have one interesting conservation. With a certain member named Mortimer. Now I'm no psychologist but I'm pretty sure something is up when a person acts shifty, sweating on their fore brow and can't keep their eyes on you. From now on, I'd best keep my profile down low.'

'Just got a note from my contact. Found it under my hotel door. Hopefully, he's asking to meet up. I'm getting seriously concerned with this investigation. During the whole day I've had looks from White Glove members. At first, I wasn't bothered. But now … it's worrying. My cover may have been blown. I'm thinking that Marjorie may have- Damn that's the door.'

The entries stopped. The Courier pondered in thought. Well, it seemed obvious that the investigator was killed by the White Gloves. But which White Glove member exactly? Marjorie was still out the of the question. Mortimer however was a different story. When the investigator questioned him, he practically turned into a wreck. This could suggest he got scared or worried. All the worry and fear may had turned into despair. And then desperation to stop the worry?

All this could suggest Mortimer as the murderer. A man, racked with worry that the cannibalism might be made public because of one investigator. Desperate to get rid of the one cause of his worry, he would have gone to great lengths, e.g. murder. Mortimer was a wreck when being questioned by the investigator, and even starting to act weird when being questioned by the Courier.

But there was one problem the Courier still couldn't find the answer to. If Mortimer was the killer, why did he sent her straight to the crime scene? The Courier narrowed her eyes, deep in thought. Was she forgetting one major point?

Yes Man meanwhile was staring at the Courier. He could tell she was focused on something important. Analysing her appearance, the robot thought out loud,

"Were you in a fight before you got here? You look dishevelled." The Courier looked at the robot and replied,

"Oh yea. Two guys just ambushed me in the-" She stopped. The two White Glove members! Could they complete the puzzle?

They could! The Courier grabbed Yes Man and kissed his monitor.

"You are amazing Yes Man! Just fucking amazing!" Yes Man still smiled but replied confusingly,

"Thank you, but could you explain please?" The Courier let go of the robot and beamed at him. She explained,

"Well, it's obvious isn't it? Mortimer killed the investigator. I mean, sure I can't be exact here. But it all fits. Mortimer got questioned by the investigator, which got him scared and worried. Worried that the cannibalism will be found out. Now this worry would turn into desperation. Desperation to get rid of the investigator so he wouldn't squeal. And by 'get rid' I mean murder in cold blood!

"Now of course this doesn't explain why he sent me to the investigator's room if he left the body in there. But I remember that Mortimer only gave me the key until I mention cannibalism. Again he got scared. So he must have decided to send me up to the room where I also would be killed. Think about it, he sends me up to the room, I find the body while he sends up two men after me and order them to kill me. God I'm brilliant!" She finished with a dramatic pose by putting her hands on her hips and looking up to the ceiling, smiling.

Of course, Yes Man hadn't a clue what the Courier was going on about. But he decided to play along with it for now.

"In this room, did you find anything useful?" he asked for no particular reason. Only to humour her. The Courier gasped and quickly searched through her pockets. In her jacket pocket she found the note that was on the investigator's body. Yes Man was curious and asked,

"What does it say?" She replied,

"4pm. Steam room." Yes Man, even more puzzled, again questioned,

"What does it mean?"

"It means," The Courier began, folding up the note and putting it back in her pocket,

"I'm gonna find out what the hell is going on."


Is it good? Is it crap? Let me now cause' I'm not sure with it XD Also, the next chapter will be delayed to a fortnight. Stuff has come up (*cough*EXAMS*cough*) that just can't be avoided. Hope you enjoyed :)