Don't Get Around Much Anymore

(Wait, I think you got confused. Lacarix is supposed to go after Steel, but considering he doesn't even have an account over here, it's probably safe to skip him. But then before you is still Sal. He'll go before me this time.)

(Just so you know, Liana, if that elderly woman you mentioned was Lady Luck, if I remember correctly, she was only in her late 20s. )

Spencer was speechless. He was splattered by the blood of his assailants, but he had hardly noticed that. He slid down to the wall and buried his brow into his hands. He stayed there for a moment, only muttering to himself "Oh, God," every few seconds. He regained his composure, and with a very shaky hand, lit a cigarette. He took a deep inhale before wiping his face with a handkerchief.

"I need to get out of here. I can't stay here. Oh, God, I almost died. Holy shit, I need to leave," he said weakly. He turned to Nadia and sighed deeply.

"We won't be spending the night together. If you get me back to the Fort safely, I'll explain what is going on. Help me walk, my legs are still shaking."

(Wait, hold on...weren't those three Kings important? They were working for whomever has this planned, so I'm assuming that they shouldn't be dispatched so easily. I was going to have Clarissa investigate by going to the King himself, but it would be sort of hard to do that with the three of them down as the King can't really get anything out of 'em...)

(I feel like we've waited long enough, I want to get this thread started again. Steel, could Lady Luck loot the bodies and find something useful or something like that?)

(Still here, just waiting on Sal. I've got business out of town so I'll be gone a few days)

Nadia blinked, feeling as if the situation was something out of a bad dream. As soon as it happened, it was over. "Well..." Holstering the .44 she shrugged casually. "That was...a thing. God Vegas has excellent nightlife." Nudging one of the corpses, she gnawed her bottom lip as her companion on the mysterious woman conversed. "Hey..." Nodding toward the dumpster, she glanced at the two. "Seemed that fella dropped something. Seeing as how they were your buddies, Spencer, I'll give you the honors." Extending her hand to the woman, she grinned after making a show of trying to dust herself off. "Nadia Schultz...Crimson Caravan associate and partner. Pleasure to meet you."

"You can just call me Lady Luck," Clarissa said, smiling, shaking Nadia's hand. She wasn't about to give up her real name. No, she still had a reputation to uphold, and this lady wasn't known well enough. The only ones who knew her name were the Chairmen, which Spencer was one of. Other than them, only a select few were in on that secret: One of them was The Freeside Fox, and the other was the King.

"Don't worry, Mr. Evans," Clarissa winked at him. "You know that this cat has claws as sharp as her luck! I'll see the two of you later. Try not to get YOURSELVES killed."

With that, Clarissa, twirling her cane, walked off.
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Not far from the incident, literally just a block from Spencer and Nadia, a "sale" was going down.

"Fifteen caps," The druggie said. "Notta cap over."

"Come on!" Elizabeth Sherwood exclaimed. She was holding a syringe of Med-X in her hand. She had managed, thanks to Nadia, to get her hands on some of the stuff and now was selling to the lowlifes of Freeside, which there were plenty. "That's a rip-off and you know it!"

"Fifteen caps," The druggie repeated harshly. He patted his pocket. "Gotta knife, lady. Ah could kill ya in five seconds. In fact...let's make it ten caps...."

"No!" Elizabeth cried, frustrated. She reached into her pocket and brought out her father's pistol and pointed it at the man. "How about thirty five caps!"

The druggie took a step back, but other than that didn't seem very fazed.

"Women shouldn't carry weapons," He rasped. "Any man could rush ya and twist that thing outta your hand and then you'da be the one with a barrel in ya face. Ah coulda done it..."

"Forty caps!" Elizabeth said. "Because you threatened me first."

"How about zero caps?" The druggie growled. "How about I take the stuff after I make you eat that gu..."

BAM!

Elizabeth shot so close to the man's head that he actually felt the bullet go over his shoulder. He flinched. There had been the reports of Sierra's rifle earlier, but they hadn't paid much attention to those. There were gunshots in Freeside constantly.

"Awight awight!" The druggie exclaimed. "Fine! Forty caps! Jeezum Christ!"

"Thank you," Elizabeth muttered bitterly.