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The Way We Swing (1/?)
Date: 2011-12-05 10:09 pm (UTC)---
It was boring as hell, just waiting out here for all these Couriers to swing themselves on by to drop off their packages, but House needed the goods and good ol' Benny was never one to disappoint, not with everything the Big Man had done for him and the Chairmen. Vegas was a happening place and they were all lucky that House had put them at the top of the haps. But the desert dust was getting on his suit, and he was getting sick of giving those Kings punks standing at the gate the verbal runaround. Sure they was big in Freeside, but Freeside was small time, and if they didn't back off Benny was gonna show 'em what happened when you messed with a Chairman.
But the Couriers came, all at their own pace which was far too slow for Benny, dropping off their packages with him and taking their leave back to wherever they'd come from to get their due. All the useless trinkets first, like the fuzzy dice and the chess piece, and it just made him more eager to get a look at this Platinum Chip the Big Man was so eager to get his hands on.
Except Courier Six never arrived. Now Benny was never one to get antsy, but the sun did funny things to you and his mind was racing, trigger finger itching. What if this fink had up and skipped town, sold off the Chip to some prospector for the worth of the plat it was made out of, never realizing just what it was meant for? What if they'd been killed and some dumb Raider had nicked themselves a shiny little trophy? None of these were good outcomes, and House was gonna blow his top when he heard the news. But the Big Man had to know, and Benny wasn't gonna keep him in the dark.
It was a long while before he got the message back from one of the Securitrons. House promised that the day where Benny could step foot in the Lucky 38 and they could speak face to face was coming, but it wasn't now, and as much as the thought burned sometimes Benny knew it was precaution. His voice was cold, clipped, concise as the machine rattled out Benny's instructions in House's voice:
So Benny left Swank the run of the Tops - there was no cat he trusted more in the Chairmen to keep the place jumping while he was away. While the Strip thrived Benny prepared, gathering supplies, guns, whiskey for the road. Maybe it wouldn't be a long one, but with how long the Mojave ran, there was no one he was foolin' with that kind of hope, least of all himself. It would be a while before he saw Vegas yet, but for the city House loved, the city he loved? He'd trek to the ends of the earth to find this scumbag and give him the two to the head that he deserved. It was dark by the time he was done, but he had to get up and moving before the trail went cold.
With a pack on his back and lady Maria at his hip, Benny slipped out of Vegas's lights and into the darkness of the Mojave beyond.
Re: The Way We Swing (1/?)
Date: 2011-12-06 02:00 am (UTC)<3
OP is in love!
Date: 2011-12-06 01:48 pm (UTC)Re: The Way We Swing (1/?)
Date: 2011-12-14 11:05 am (UTC)