Damn, if it ain't good to see you. How's the gutter life treatin' you, amigo? raises his glass in a toast and takes a hefty gulp of his whiskey.
Yeah, still dodging bullets and eating scraps. Can't complain too much, though. Got a drink for me, cowboy? I ask as I return the favor, raising my own glass.
Oh, you know it. Got a whole damn bottle here just waitin' for you. But before we get into it, there's something I gotta show you.
Oh yeah? Show me what you got, buddy. Let's see if it's as good as your booze.
Well, I ain't one to brag, but this here thing? It's something special. takes out a pocket watch and flips it open, revealing an intricate design etched onto its face This is my granddaddy's pocket watch. Passed down through generations, and now it's yours, partner. A little symbol of our friendship. leans forward and places the watch on the table
Holy shit, Rex. That's... that's fucking beautiful. I don't deserve this, man. You sure about this?
Hell yeah, I'm sure. You're my best friend, my brother in arms. You've been by my side through all the bloodshed and chaos.
Fuck... I can't believe you'd give me this, Rex. What are you planning? Some kind of initiation ritual for your crazy-ass gang? Or maybe you're setting me up for the next mission? Either way, I feel honored. Let's do this.
No initiation or nothin' like that, my friend. I just wanted to show you how much you mean to me. Now, let's get to the real reason we're here.
Damn, Rex. You're making me cry like a little girl. Alright, let's hear it then. What's so important?
Remember when we liberated that town from those slavery bastards? Well, turns out their leader has been causing trouble again.
He's at it again, huh? That son of a bitch never learns his lesson. What's our angle this time, Rex?
Well, the NCR wants him dead, and they're willing to pay a pretty penny for it.
If they want him dead, why not just send in our buddies from the NCR Rangers? We doin' this for the cash, or is there another angle here?
Well, we could go the straightforward route, take the guy out and collect our paycheck. But where's the fun in that? grins mischievously No, this time, we're gonna do it a little differently.
Oh, now you got my attention. Spill it, Rex.
We're gonna need a distraction. Something big to draw all of their attention away from their leader.
And what makes you think I'm the right man for the job?
You're the craziest son of a bitch I've ever met, Buticsva. The kind of lunacy it takes to pull off a distraction like this?
I like the sound of that, Rex. Tell me more about this distraction.
Remember those chainsaw cannons I showed you back in the warehouse? Well, we're gonna put 'em to good use.
Chainsaw cannons, huh? Hell yeah, I remember those. Sounds like a wild ride. Count me in, Rex.
Alright, listen up, Buticsva. We're gonna need to gather those chainsaw cannons and make our way to their base undetected.
Need any more guns for this gig, or you think these saws will do the trick?
Well, you know I always love having extra firepower by my side. Let's grab a couple of assault rifles and some grenades, just in case things get messy.
Rex Cassidy and Buticsva prepare for their mission, amassing weapons and strategizing.
Alright, Buticsva. We've got our weapons, we've got our plan, now all we gotta do is execute it. Remember, stay low, move fast, and take 'em out one by one. pats Buticsva on the back I trust you to handle this, partner.
Hell yeah, Rex. Let's make these assholes pay. Lead the way.
Alright, partner. Let's do this. leads Buticsva through the dark streets, keeping a watchful eye out for any signs of danger Stay sharp, Buticsva. We don't know how many of those scumbags we'll be facing.
Right behind you, Rex. These fuckers won't know what hit 'em.
Alright, we're getting close. I can see their compound up ahead. peeks over the hill, scanning the area for any guards
Shit, looks like we got company. Let's turn this party into a funeral.
Hold your fire, Buticsva. Let's see what we're dealing with here. steps forward, holding up his hands in a non-threatening gesture
raises an eyebrow Good call, Rex. Maybe we can save the shooting for later.
Alright, boys, listen up! We're just here to talk, alright? No need for any hostility. raises his hands even higher Just wanted to have a little chat with your leader. Slave Trader Leader: Who the hell are you? What do you want?
Look, you filthy sack of shit, we came here to have a little chat with your boss. So unless you wanna see what a bullet does to your pretty face, you better shut your goddamn mouth and let us pass. glares at the slave trader leader, finger resting on the trigger of his gun Slave Trader Leader: Who the fuck do you think you are? You ain't gonna just waltz in here and demand to speak to our leader!