AN: Wow! So much time has passed! (Between Fallout 4 and the holidays I'm surprise anyone remembered this fanfic!) I do apologize for the wait so let's get back to the story.
The Courier walked into the auditorium filled with empty tables and chairs with the exception of one. An charismatic individual sat there welcoming him pushing a chair out for him with his foot.
"Have a seat, take a load off." The King offered.
The Courier took King's offer and sat across the table from him, he could see King trying to 'read' him in order to get a better understanding before beginning.
"Well isn't this a pleasant surprise." King started.
"Cut the Brahmin shit and get to why I'm here." The Courier interrupted.
The King took a few seconds to recompose himself before getting to the matter at hand. "Well straight to the point. It's one of the few things I can actually say I like about you, but as you say let's get to the matter at hand. The Kings would like to request your *ahem* services." He proposed.
"Besides a waste of my time, what would I be getting in return for these services?" the Courier asked.
"In return besides a considerable amount of caps, I have information pertaining to a certain individual wanted by the NCR." King offered.
The Courier sighed as he considered his options. After a few moments of silence he eyed King suspiciously. "What 'services' would I be rendering?" he asked.
"A new gang has seen fit to settle in Freeside, there a bunch of ragtag upstarts so they're not that much of a threat." King answered.
"Then why not wipe them out and be done with it. And save yourself some caps?" the Courier asked pointing out the obvious.
"We could, but I feel my men's time could be better suited doing… eh 'constructive' things." King retorted.
"You mean have an alibi." The Courier corrected.
"The Kings can't be wasting time dealing with undesirables when the people of Freeside need them." King retorted.
"You mean you can't risk your reputation in case these 'undesirables' hand your men their collective asses." The Courier translated.
"You have such a way with words, you know that." The King mockingly complimented.
'and that makes 417.' The Courier thought.
"If you're interested in taking this job, they're holed up in the old Cerulean Robotics factory." King informed him.
"Well, it seems these people are about have a very horrible incident happen to them. Courtesy of me." The Courier smirked as he stood from the table. Before he turned to leave he slid a small knife out of his boot and stabbed the table in front of King.
"Your men missed one." He noted before leaving the auditorium.
The sun was reaching its peak for the day as Amata walked Rex around Freeside, she wondered how a place like this could even function with the amount of trash and addicts that littered the streets.
'Well this isn't so bad, probably the easiest job you ever had.' She thought as they past the Mormon fort. She paid no mind to a bigger than normal rat scurrying across the street but Rex however did.
*Growl*
"What is it?" Amata asked, but she soon she put two and two together.
"Aww no, no, no. Don't you even-" before she could even finish her warning Rex had taken off after his prey.
"Bad dog! Bad robo- doggy thingy. Get back here!" she yelled as she gave chase.
The rat scurried zipping across lots and through ruined building remains all the while Rex gave chase with Amata in tow.
'Why didn't I asked King for a damn leash!' Amata thought as she tried to keep up. The rat darted to the right then left zig zagging down the road as Rex tried to keep up. It was quite the spectacle for those who caught sight of the chase and it had the Kings rolling on the ground watching Amata trying to catch the hound.
'Well at least I can see why the Courier hates these assholes.' She thought.
The rat made a quick turn to the left and soon darted through a hole into a nearby building with Rex close in tow. Amata stopped just outside catching her breath.
"I'm going to kill this dog." She panted exhausted.
She pushed open the nearby door and could see Rex sniffing the ground looking for the rat he lost sight off.
"You can't get them every time boy. Let's get you back home." Amata offered.
"Well, well, look at what the rat dragged in." A gruff individual observed eyeing Amata and Rex.
"Oh no, the dog was just chasing some rodent, we were just leaving." She said as she grabbed Rex by his collar.
"Mr. Nibbles isn't just 'some rodent' he's part of the Rat pack!" the individual retorted as several other men joined him.
"Oh, that was your pet. I apologize for the mishap." Amata quickly excused as she grabbed Rex's collar and began half walking half pulling Rex towards the door, her instincts telling her she shouldn't linger here.
"Isn't that King's mutt?" one of the men recognized Rex.
"Yeah it is isn't it." The gruff individual agreed.
"We should really get back, He-." Amata was cut off with the sound of a shotgun slug being chambered.
"The mutt stays." The gruff individual who was obviously the leader of the group demanded.
'Well this is just great, you walk a dog and get dognapped all within a day. Setting records for ourselves are we?' Amata mentally bemoaned.
"You would think she could handle walking a dog." A voice said out of nowhere.
"Who's there? Come out and show yourself!" the Rat Pack leader demanded.
Amata felt a metal encased hand clasp her shoulder. She turned and saw Veronica behind her motioning her to step back.
"Wait if you're here does that mean?" Amata asked.
"He's using a Stealthboy." Veronica answered in a hushed voice.
"And who the hell are you?" the leader demanded noticing Veronica.
"No one you should concern yourself about, however it seems you've drawn the worst kind of attention to yourself and your group. The Kings hired someone to wipe you all off the face of this wasteland." Veronica answered with a smirk.
"Oh and who would have the balls to tangle with us?" the leader laughed, his men joining along in the laughter.
"That would be me." The Courier answered as his Stealthboy wore off in front of the Rat Pack leader. Amata could see the color drain from the leader's face and the face of his men as the Courier stood before them with his Ranger Sequoia trained on their leader's face.
"It's times like these I wish I could take a picture." The Courier noted before pulling the trigger. The resulting bloody mess scattered bits and pieces of the leader's skull all over the room leaving a headless body teetering before collapsing to the factory floor.
"I'll just let that moment sink in for a bit. Take the time to realize what is about to happen to you and just accept it." The Courier cruelly mocked. Several seconds ticked by when the first poor sap decided to bolt for the door, soon there was a .45 gov't round in his neck and his body careening into the ground next to Amata. Everything seem to snap at once as one man fired his pistol. The round went wild and the Courier rewarded his 'courage' with a round to the chest putting him on his back dead. The remaining members of the Rat Pack quickly got into cover but not before the Courier put down two more as they leap for cover.
Amata still couldn't believe how fast the Courier was with his revolver but she didn't get to admire his handy work for long as Veronica quickly pulled her and Rex out the door.
"Shouldn't we help him?" Amata asked.
"Oh, I'm sure he got that covered." Veronica answered as sounds of a gunfight erupted inside the factory.
The sun was past its peak and was slowly starting its decent towards the horizon when Amata and Veronica walked Rex back to the Kings headquarters. Amata was about to open the door to the building when she noticed an individual walking through the gates and into New Vegas. She was about to dismiss the image when her mind mentally slapped her and made her look again. She caught a glimpse of a Pip-boy 3000 on the individual's arm before the gates of New Vegas closed. Before she knew what she was doing she was running towards the gates and the lethal group of Securitrons that guarded it.
"Haul. All visitors must submit to a credit check." The lead Securitron informed her.
"Whatever just let me the hell in!" Amata exclaimed.
"Insufficient funds. Please leave the immediate area. Or we shall proceed with lethal force." The Securitron warned.
"Look you bucket of-" Amata was cut off when Veronica grabbed her and began pulling her away.
"Sorry my friend had too much to drink at the Atomic Wrangler." She excused.
"Let go, I got to get in there!" Amata demanded.
"Well you sure as hell aren't going to force your way in. So just calm down and tell me what's gotten into you?" Veronica asked as she let go.
"I saw him, I've finally caught up to him." Amata exclaimed.
"Him? Him who?" Veronica asked a bit confused.
"The Lone Wanderer." Amata answered with a smirk.
AN: sorry for the long wait! Yes it has been a long time since the last update. I lose track of time easily and tend to put things off till tomorrow but I'm happy still wanting to know what happens next. So I'll be seeing you next chapter.