Chapter 3

One week later…..

He was close to what was now called New Vegas. Filled with lowlifes and prostitutes New Vegas was the place to be if you wanted to get information and gun for hire. Some came for the pleasure and reminisce about the good old Las Vegas with the lights and the sound of slot machines and some came for the main events. The pits.

The pits was a round cage were two men or women came inside and one came out. A fight to the death. The crowd would chant the name of their favorite fighter and place bets. Diamonds was the currency and people wanted plenty of it. Men would sell their souls in New Vegas for a chance of a bag full of the tinny shinny things.

There was one man who ruled this so called Kingdom. His name even slimier than his demeanor.

Gould. An average height, greasy hair, and pail faced man with an army of low life gunmen he pays with diamonds and hore's he enslaves.

Today, he was his target. Well-his diamonds were. Bass scoped the area from a distance for the past two days. His plan was formed and ready to be executed so he packed up his gear and headed into the city.

A man stood outside one of the tents announcing a special exhibition inside that was a "must see". On the other end a man with a guitar was sitting on a stool singing for change with a small crowd surrounding him as he sang something Bass recognized from a time that felt like it never existed.

Bass entered one of the tents that had a sign that said "sunset casino" on it.

The place was filled with various types of people that were trying their luck on the different tables.

"No more bets!" yelled a dealer from one of the tables.

Bass stood next to the bar and watched. The roulette span and span until it stopped on a number.

"21" He said himself.

The dealer yelled out the winning number. "31!"

"Obviously" He said to himself sarcastically.

Bass took a sip of his drink and placed the cup on the bar. He looked around scoping the place out making mental notes on the dealers, security guards and most important, the diamond trail. One of Gould's men was tall and muscular and you definitely did not want to run into him in a dark alley. He was holding a metal box with a lock on it and it had a small hole on top of it and into it he poured the diamonds. Taking that box away from him seemed simple enough but Bass knew it was far less than that. Gould made sure of it. The man had a gun in his waist band and was always accompanied by 2 men to and from the casino to Gould's caravan where he kept all the diamonds in a huge safe guarded 24hours a day.

Bass got up from his chair and followed the man and the guards outside the tent. He tried to make himself invisible and got close as much as he could.

The men passed the other event tents and walked towards the caravans at the far end of the camp ground and walked inside Gould's trailer. The area was deserted since everyone was at the casino or the fight tents. This was his one and only chance to make his move.

Bass hid behind the caravan and took out a pair of binoculars from his backpack.

He looked at the window and saw Gould open the safe and pour in the diamonds into a sack.

"It's now or never" He thought to himself.

Bass took a flair from his backpack and lit it with a match. He then threw it in the direction of the caravan opposite Gould's. The caravan quickly caught fire and caught the attention of the men. They ran out and left the safe and the door open.

Bass used this distraction to run into the caravan and collect the diamonds from the open safe. He kept looking behind him making sure that nobody saw him and no one was coming back. He was almost done when he heard a click.

"Lose something?" a voice said behind him.

Bass's heart sank as he knew not only his plan went down the toilet but he was now in serious danger.

Bass slowly got up and turned around. It was one of Gould's men standing and pointing a gun to his head. A million thoughts rushed through his head as he was trying to think of ways to get out of this situation.

"Look. I'm sure we can work something out."

"I'm sure the Boss i'll think of something." The man said with a sleazy smile on his face.

"Well what do we have here?" Gould said as he was entering

"This guy was trying to steal the diamonds."

Gould took one look at Bass and said "Well, this isn't just any guy"

Bass knew Gould recognized him.

"This is the Sebastian Monroe" "The General himself" He said like a kid who just saw Santa clause

"Maybe this will work to my advantage" Bass thought to himself.

"If you know who I am, I'm sure we can work something out"

"Oh we definitely are." Gould said as he was rubbing his hands together with excitement.

"See you General, are going to fight for me." and because you tried to steal my diamonds, it'll be to the death"

"Look, you still have the diamonds. You don't have to do this."

"Oh yes I do. Nobody steals from me.""Oh yes I do. Nobody steals from me."

2 hours later….

One of the men shoved him inside the cage. Bass turned and looked around. There was a huge crowd tonight and people were calling out his name and holding up signs as if this was a regular fighting event.

2 swords were thrown in front of him. Bass bent down and picked them up. He was scared and confident at the same time. Whoever his opponent was, he knew he could take him down. His military experience alone was enough to give him the advantage.

Bass heard the crowd roaring. He must have missed the announcer saying who his opponent was but it must be someone good to get them going like that.

He decided to ready himself and positioned the swords in his hands getting ready for the attack.

All of a sudden the world stopped. Basses mouth dropped and his eyes opened in horror at the sight of who his opponent was.

"This must be a nightmare" he thought because of the person entering the cage

"Charlotte"