Authors Note: Sorry these chapters are taking so long to put up but ill try to keep them going I have most of the story planned out now. Most of the reason they are taking soo long is because im horrible at dialogue and this story has a lot of it.
Boone looked down at himself, he was wearing a black suit which as it happened was the only one he owned, "fuck, this is gonna be awkward" Boone said as he summoned his courage and banged on the onyx cathedral doors of the lucky 38.
John whales heard the securitron trundling towards him before he saw it, "Yes senator so, no just tell him to leave the crime blank, and just in case leave the name blank too, so if you send that with the shipment I asked for we'll be even, and tell Kimball that when I get the paper he only owes me two more favors…you got that im gonna have to let you go say hi to your grand kids, bye Hanlon." Turning towards the waiting securitron, "Yes, what's up yes man?" The courier said getting up from the Ham radio and smoothing out his black suit.
"Well sir there is a man banging on the front of the tower he says he knows you, he says his name is Boone." The securitron replied with its typical, comical smile plastered across its display screen.
"Oh fuck, damn I was hoping to avoid doing this again but one has to keep appearances up." The courier said stripping off his pristine black suit and picking up a wrinkled and stained checkered one from the corner of his wardrobe.
"Yes man could you bring me two bottles of the cheapest whiskey we have? Thanks" the courier said as the machine trundled over to the kitchen as he finished buttoning the last two buttons of the suit leaving the last one undone.
"Ahh thank you yes man and please get me my handgun, you know Maria?" He said as he dumped some whiskey into his hands and rubbed it onto his neck. Then as he started to down the other bottle yes man came trundling back.
"Here you are sir, and is there anything else you'll be needing?" The securitron said handing the weapon to the courier with its metal claw like hand.
"No not really just have some fixer and a pack of cigarettes ready for me after this" the courier said ruffling up his hair and taking the gun. He headed towards the elevator as the whiskey stated to take effect. After he got in he pressed the casino floor button and slipped the gun into the back of his waist.
Boone had been hammering on the doors of the casino for 5 minutes straight and was about to give up when one of the massive doors shifted and then started to slide open. Boone was shocked into silence for a moment at the sight that greeted his eyes, and nose, the figure slumping in the door way was not the courier who Boone remembered and smelled of cheap whiskey, He was dressed in a stained and wrinkled checkered suit. The figure squinted at the bright lights of the Vegas night life before looking at Boone
The figure looked at him with hazed eyes then Boone saw a fire start one that he hadn't seen in a while, but as the figure spoke it was extinguished.
"What do youuuu wants you fuckin traitor" The courier slurred motioning Boone inside and shutting the door.
Across the street one of the many men and women who walked the street picked a strange looking green box out of his button and began speaking into it. "Sir we have a sighting" The dark skinned man said letting go of a button on the side.
"Thank you private continue monitoring till midnight watch change then come back to the lake and make your report." A voice said from a tiny speaker in the strange olive rectangle.
"WHAT sir gives you the right to come back here, after everything you've taken, what did you forget something, huh need to take anything else?" The courier shouted with alcohol infused rage at Boone as he walked over to one of the many tables that filled the first floor of the lucky 38.
"I'm sorry about what happened but you have to know it wasn't my fault, and what happened to you I didn't figure you as a roll over and die type, you know what this was a bad idea, I'm gonna go, and remember this things may seem bad here in your gilded ivory tower but out in the wastes here its ten times worse. These people looked up to you, they believed in you and yeah you busted on the first hand but you got to go back to the table, because eventually the house will bust. Just remember this John you used to stand for something, you used to be a symbol of hope and justice, now look at you, Just another washed up drunk in Vegas." Boone finished as he opened one of the massive doors.
"Fuck you Boone this is your fault not mine I tried and I lost" The courier replied throwing an empty shot glass at the door as Boone walked away from the tower.
"oh fuck , YES MAN, YES MAN?" The courier said as he got out of his seat and got into the elevator quickly pressing the button to his penthouse room.