Sin City: A broken dream, and a handful of bullets. (Closed for scarlettnuit)

[CoSurvivor]

At the squeeze of Viv's hand and the kiss upon his, Wyatt could feel himself stirring. Viv had this way of making him boil on the inside with little effort. It was crazy how she did it. Wyatt exchanged a knowing glace with her, they were both crazy..

Uncle Charlie simply nodded, looked over at Stephen and could see the weight of the situation on his nephew's shoulders. He took a deep breath, and then spoke in a gravely voice.

"Well, if anyone deserves a first class ticket to hell it's him. I'm only sorry I can't be there to watch you do it. Is there anything you need?"

Wyatt spoke, "An extra gas can if you can spare it. I'd like to get back there non stop, without having to divert to any place where they, they meaning his people could possibly find us. And, it might be best if you Uncle Charlie, got Stephen out of the state."

With a bit of a laugh, the old man gave him a grin. "Oh.. you humble me young man, I'm not going anywhere. and if Stephen's father decides to send anyone out here he's crazier than I am. No, he'll stick to his little fiefdom, try as he might his power only extends so far, and City Council isn't the same as say 'Senator' if you understand what I'm saying."

Wyatt nodded, he knew exactly what the old man was referring to, 'Senator Roark' and his family have their fingers in everything, like black roots of a tree extending underground, polluting and corrupting everything in reach. Wyatt was thankful that Stephen wasn't related to that particular family. Otherwise, they'd truly be dead by now.

"I do. probably better than most. If you have any fresh clothes I'd be in your debt. I've been wearing the same clothes for the last 3 days now."

"I think I can find something. Let's get all of you settled."

The rest of the evening was relaxed. The old man had some lounge pants and a t-shirt he could change into while his clothes were washed. While that was happening, Wyatt had Viv help him pull out all the cases from the trunk of the Pontiac onto a worktable in the garage. With the cases spread out, they took inventory of their toys.

2 pistols one with a silencer besides Wyatt's personal sidearm, 2 rifles, one scoped, and lastly, a short 10" 12 gauge shotgun. Wyatt went through everything, made sure they were all in working order, and reviewed one of the rifles with Viv. It was the same long range rifle they'd used to spy on Stephen's house not long ago. He made sure she was familiar with the optic, and was quite impressed that she knew far more than she'd let on. When they'd gotten into their previous scrapes, he'd been too busy to watch what she was doing, but as they went through everything, she corrected him, which gave him the opportunity to tease her, and give her a hip bump. "Just making sure you knew more than I do..that's all." he quipped and gave her a wry smile. When they were done, he reviewed what was left in the range bag, they'd used one of the grenades earlier, but still had two flash bang grenades which might come in handy.

VIv was going to cover him this time, he had a plan and if it went well, it would be all over, no unnecessary bloodshed, but if it didn't, Wyatt was taking a chance that he could end up getting killed. They checked in with Stephen and Uncle Charlie once they were done, and found the two had packed them a 'care package' of sorts, snacks, at least two meals and drinks for the road trip back, when the care package had been placed in the back seat, Wyatt returned to the house to where Viv, Uncle Charlie and Stephen were and got changed back into his own clothes. Quietly he came out of the bathroom holding his boots in hand. He watched from a far as Viv interacted with the two men, she'd grown to be his other half the last few days. They were inseparable, and they'd grown to rely on each other more than he thought was possible. Leaning against the wall a he put his boots on the floor and started putting them on, he thought back to the sight of her, the first time he'd pulled over and caught a glimpse of Viv. No way did he think they'd end up here. If anything he thought they'd end up in a tangle of fishnet on her bedroom floor. And, if they'd gone straight home like he thought they might, neither of them would be here right now. He was glad they were. the risk was worth the reward, The reward, being Viv.

When he rejoined them, Wyatt made his own goodbye shorter than it probably could have been, but he didn't want to stay too much longer, they had a long road back, and he wanted to cross back under the cover of darkness for quite a bit of it. If all the timing went right, they'd be back in Basin City after dark tomorrow night. perfect time to pay a visit to Mr. O'Rourke.

Pulling back on to the highway, Wyatt took the first turn behind the wheel, he was jazzed and amped. Giving Viv an opportunity to sleep first he let her stretch and get comfortable under a soft blanket Uncle Charlie had given them. Speeding off into the darkness Wyatt set his thoughts on the night to come.

 

[scarlettnuit]

Vivien had found it harder to say good bye to Stephen than she thought she would. He was the only thing she had left of the one friendship that had changed her life. He was like a brother to her, and she felt the need to protect him. As she hugged him one last time, she knew that she would do just that. One way or another, when they got back to Basin City, she would make sure that no one fucked with that kind soul ever again.

She waited as Wyatt said his speedy good byes, understanding the urgency to get back and take care of business. It was strange how well she understood him, how well they understood each other, and for all that she had, she hoped that she would get to live and learn more about her knight in shining armor, to do the simple things most people did when they were together. Who knew that she would manage to find one of the last decent men in Basin City.

When they got in the car it was clear that Wyatt was taking the first shift. She got under the blanket and leaned back the seat to get some sleep, but not before she wrapped her arm through his, resting her hand on his forearm. She then drifted off and slept as best she could so that she would be prepared for whatever the rest of the night would bring her.

She woke up a few hours later and stretched in her seat. She then moved it back up so she could look around. It was still dark and she had no idea where they were.

“Where are we baby?” she asked as she ran her hand over his shoulder and bicep, leaning over to kiss and then snuggle the latter.

 

[CoSurvivor]

The drive was quiet, with the Pontiac in 5th gear, and the speedometer easily resting at 90, he was double-timing it back to the city. Viv had fallen asleep not long after they'd started driving and he loved watching her sleep. She'd been asleep for a while now, they'd passed the gas station they'd last filled up at, and he thought they were possibly getting close to the small house they'd spent a night at. He honestly wasn't paying as much attention to the landmarks, he was simply trying to keep between the white and the yellow broken line.

It was hours later when Viv finally stirred, leaned over and kissed him.

“Where are we baby?”

"We are maybe an hour till the motel, the one we nearly blew up. Lay back babe, get some more sleep... I'll wake you when it's time to switch."

When Viv relaxed, he admired her sleeping form, occasionally sneaking a look over at her quietly imagining that she was completely naked under the blanket. He knew that wasn't the case, but the thought was still there.

About 40 minutes later, when they passed the motel, he could see the place was still open, neither of the black SUV's were in the lot, so someone must have either towed them away, or they were off somewhere in the darkness. He couldn't help but let a half smile cross his face. Wyatt had been so into Viv at the motel, he'd finally gotten to peel her pants off, finally had an up-close look at the tiny black thong that hid Viv's treasures. It tormented him, it had been part of his first visions of Viv, surely it was just part of the fishnet outfit that she'd worn that day, but it was still etched in his brain, a tease, a dare to think fo what was beneath.

Setting the old Pontiac on cruise control, Wyatt leaned back in his seat, settling in and listening to the big V8 rumble as they drove. Relaxed, he rested his right elbow on the console. Looking at Viv he stirred inside, should he mess with her? Part of him desperately wanted to, another part of him screamed at him for thinking about it and advised.... not to screw with a sleeping woman. Especially one that could kill him.

Ignoring his own advice, Wyatt quietly reached over, settled his hand on her left thigh, leaving it there for a moment he gauged if she'd move, or if she cared. Slowly his hand moved to her inner thigh, would she let him touch her? Maybe? But for the first time, they were alone together, and he couldn't 'not' touch her. Slowly he made his way to her crotch, unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped them slowly..God he could taste her on his lips, in his mind's eye he could taste her pussy, but he didn't want to be rough, he lightly rubbed through her thong, gauging her response...

The thought of making her cum while they were driving was risky... but god damn if he didn't want her bad enough to try...

 

[scarlettnuit]

She had managed to fall back asleep, feeling completely safe with Wyatt. As she slept, she dreamt about him taking her out into the middle of a forest and stripping her naked. She smiled in her sleep as she dreamed of licking him, the memory of his taste fueling her desire even further. Then, in her dream, she started to touch herself, her fingers moving down to her pussy, now glistening in the late afternoon light, her honey seeping from between her lips.

She moaned in her sleep as Wyatt touched her in the car, slowly waking as his fingers moved over her delightfully. She licked her lips and ran her hand through her hair as she looked up at him, a wicked grin playing across her lips.

“Mmmmmm, you sure know how to make a car trip go more quickly,” she found herself quickly sucking in her breath as Wyatt moved his fingers in a particularly delightful way.

Though she couldn’t reach his cock from the position she was in, she wanted him to enjoy a little entertainment as well. She lifted her shirt over her bra and then lifted her breasts out of the bra cups and over the bra, the constraint of the bra pushing her breasts together. Her nipples stood proud and hard from the way he teased her pussy. She put her left arm behind her head and moved the hand of her opposite arm to her breasts. She caressed her right breast and then teased the peak of her nipples.

“Mmm…they’re s sensitive,” she cooed and then rolled her right nipple between her fingers gently. “I dreamt that I was doing very naughty things to you in the woods….we should definitely go camping when this is all….” She gasped in pleasure, interrupting herself as her hips moved towards his hand.

“Fuck Wyatt…It’s not fair to tease me like this when I can’t fuck you the way I want to,” she pouted before letting out another delighted gasp.

“Mmmmm….do you like playing with my pussy?” she purred.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Wyatt tried not to take his eyes off the road, He could feel viv start to move, and twitch her hips under his fingers. But when she woke, it was as if he'd started a small fire that eventually became a raging inferno. An inferno of desire....

Watching Viv tease herself drawing out her breasts then teasing her own nipples made him hard, if they weren't pressed for time, he'd pull over right now and fuck her crazy.

"I know you can't fuck me like you want to Viv... but I want you to imagine that... Tell me what how you'd fuck me... "

Wyatt stressed his point by slipping his fingers under her thong and into the folds of her pussy, First one, then two... God he wanted to fuck her till they both went mad.

"Do you know that this tiny thong of yours has been taunting me since we met? beyond that little fishnet number you were wearing I could spy this.. " Wyatt pulled on the small piece of fabric tugging it lightly between the folds of her pussy "My god if it didn't tease me. As if saying "you know the hidden treasures beneath is what you 'really' want... but you can't have me..."

Moving his hand again under the tiny fabric he rubbed again at her clit, slipping a finger inside and delightfully opening her folds teasing, playing and eventually fucking into her pussy with two fingers. Wyatt listened to her breathing, desiring to bring her off right there.

"Cum for me Viv.. drench this car in the smell of sex and desire.."

 

[scarlettnuit]

She had been desired before but never in the way that Wyatt described it. While her mind was filled with worry about their upcoming battle, she was more than happy to give over to the pleasure of his touch and the dinge of his mind.

“I want to fuck you in every way possible,” she started as she moved her hips slightly to allow Wyatt to slide his fingers in more easily.

“I want that big juicy cock of your stretching me out…” She paused and moaned as he slipped in a second finger, “I want you to cover my body and take possession of it…” she whimpered as he started to move his fingers in and out of her.

She moved one hand to her breast, her fingers caressing and teasing her nipple as her right hand moved down to her panties. She was wet beyond belief, his fingers making wet sounds moving in and out of her as she started to play with her clit, their fingers working together in harmony.

“I want you to fuck me so hard and fast…I want to feel your balls slapping against my ass as you piston deep inside my sweet pussy as it milks your cock…” She groaned loudly as he increased the speed of his fingers. She followed suit, increasing the speed of her finger on her clit.

She wanted to tell him more but her mind gave over to pleasure as she felt him finger fuck her. She started to buck her hips towards his fingers, wishing so desperately that they could pull over and get their pent up desires sated, but she would take what she could get.

“Oh fuck Wyatt…” she whimpered, eyebrows knitting together, “Oh fuck, I’m going to cum…I’m going to cum for you….AAAAAAHHHHHH!” she cried out as she came around his finger, her hips moving off of the seat as her body tightened and then released.

“Oh my God…” she panted, licking her lips and moaning softly as she looked at him. No one made her cum like Wyatt did, a now, she thought he could use some payback.

She sat her seat up and took Wyatt’s pussy coated fingers and licked them clean. She then undid his pants and pulled out his cock. She repositioned herself and then started to suck his cock hungrily as he drove.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Wyatt could feel her cum all over his fingers, her words made it near uncomfortable for him to drive with his manhood now hard a steel. But what nearly drove him to cum all over himself was when she took his fingers in her mouth. Few sights before that had been so erotic.

What shocked him, was that Viv was determined to get in his pants while he drove. The forced issue of her undoing his belt, unbuttoning his pants and reaching for his cock which was already hard enough for the head of his cock to be out the top of his briefs caused him to moan...but the warmth of her hands and then her mouth over him made him gasp for air.

"Oh god Viv..."

This he'd never experienced before, he'd fooled around once in his old beat up Honda, but that had been when he was in High school, He'd dreamed about fucking Viv on the front of his bike which was still somewhere in old town, but this... No memory or image compare to Viv going down on him while he drove... If he didn't pull over, or do something they were both going to die, and the accident scene of them driving off the road into a ditch would make one hell of a head line.

"God damn it Viv.."

He rested his hand on the edge of the door trying like hell to concentrate on the road, but it grew increasingly difficult.....feeling her suck on the head of his cock, the warmth of her mouth made him groan and while he wanted to run his hands through her hair not forcing her to continue but to let her know he was enjoying what she was doing he closed his eyes for half a second, and knew they had to pull over.

"Fuck we have to.. have to stop... oh god..Viv..."

As quick as he could with Viv still sucking on him he slowed down the beast, reached under Viv and put the old girl in park, not trusting his foot to stay on the break pedal.

Now.. he could concentrate on her... and give in...

"Fuck fuck... fuck oh god yes.. Vivien...I'm I'm oh yea!..."

He felt the tingle of an orgasm start and flow through him.

 

[scarlettnuit]

She continued to lick and suck his delicious cock, only vaguely aware that they were pulling over. She chuckled around his cock as he finally gave in and parked the car. She could feel his cock start to swell against her tongue but pulled back before he reached his own climax.

She reached under his seat, grabbing the lever and sliding the seat back, and then slipped off her jeans. She reached over him one more time to lean the back of the seat back and then crawled over his cock and slid down onto him, her pussy so wet that there was little resistance.

She groaned low in her throat and then grabbed his hands and held them to her exposed breast as she started to ride him.

“You’ll have to forgive me, I’m feeling greedy,” she purred.

It hadn’t been enough to have just his fingers inside of her, she wanted all of him and she had taken it. She rested her palms on his chest and rode him hard, the sounds of skin slapping and wetness echoed in the car as she moved.

Given that she had cum so recently, it didn’t take long for her to feel the familiar thrum of pleasure as his cock hit her g-spot perfectly.

“Oh my god…” she groaned and whimpered, “Fucking cum in my Wyatt, I want you to fill me up baby,” She moaned and then bent down, sucking his bottom lip into her warm mouth.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Feeling the heat of Viv's mouth leave him, Wyatt audibly groaned, and he was about to complain when Viv stripped out of her jeans. Like a cat she crawled over him and attacked. Wyatt wasn't exactly helpless, but he never thought to stop her for a moment. Viv took control and pushed the seat back. Wyatt relished in the thought of having her in his arms, seeing her take him as she wanted was thrilling experience, and it stirred him, brought his need for her further to the surface.

At her comments Wyatt didn't say anything, he simply took her breasts in his hands and welcomed Viv into his lap. when she took him in, he let out a sigh of deep satisfaction. There was just something about giving in to her, letting their lust for each other take over and draw them out, it was as natural as breathing.

'Be greedy Viv... be greedy... " Wyatt let her control the situation and fucked into her as hard as he could one hand eventually going to her ass, gripping hard. one at her back bringing her left nipple close to his mouth, suckling as he could, rolling her nipple in his mouth. when she brought her lips to his and pulled seductively on his lower lip he smiled, His emotions were surely transparent. They had so much pent up tension they needed this, they needed each other.. It became harder and harder to not cum, as much as he wanted to hold out, enjoy coupling with her, enjoy being embraced and held by the inferno that was her, he had to release, when he did he looked in to her eyes.

"I love you... I love you enough to kill to keep you save Viv... "

Wyatt gripped her hard,pulled her down on him till their hips met and climaxed. He felt himself shudder and pulse, filling her womb, the mixture of their shared orgasms a wonderful feeling that allowed his still semi erect manhood to stay inside her.

Wyatt didn't want her to move, didn't want her to get off him, and they rested like this for a while. he held Viv in his arms pulling her hair away from her face and looking into her eyes. "I meant what I said, I need you to know that..." Wyatt looked about the interior of Pontiac, the windows were completely fogged over, they'd have to roll down the windows and air out the car to get the windows to defog. Wyatt wasn't sure how she felt, but he knew in his heart he had to tell her, they'd been together for a very short time, but he knew how his heart felt. Maybe it was the fact that he could be dead in 48 hrs, but he had to tell her. He needed to be sure she knew that she mattered to him.

Eventually, after a time, Viv moved back to her seat, and Wyatt sat the driver's seat back up, he rolled down his window and made sure to check VIv was buckled in. He stomped on the accelerator to get them back on the way back to Sin City. Mr O'Rourke had an appointment with a bullet, Wyatt was going to make sure to put at least two in the man, after Viv had exacted her revenge.

 

[scarlettnuit]

Viv came hard when she felt Wyatt’s hot cum splash inside her. She savored the possessiveness of it all and kissed him hard against the mouth.

“I love you too,” she told him as she savored the last quakes of her release.

Eventually she managed to pull herself off of Wyatt’s lap and into her own seat. She got her pants back on and then watched as Wyatt rolled down the windows to get the fog to clear.

“I know you meant it,” she said as she took his hand in hers, “and that’s why we’re going to kill every last one of these mother fuckers. We’re going to buy our freedom,” she told him resolutely.

Not long after Wyatt had the car peeling back onto the street and before long, the Basin City’s skyline came into view. When it did Viv unbuckled her seatbelt and started to gear up, strapping various guns and knives to herself as they moved through the city.

They pulled up a block away from O’Rourke’s house, the slightest shades of pink just starting to reach over the horizon as early morning loomed. It was a good time to strike; late night activities had long since been over and anyone who was anyone was trying to get a few hours of sleep.

She stepped out of the car and started gearing up and then saw a rooftop deck on the house they had parked near. She climbed up it, staying low, and getting a good look at what they were coming up against. Once she got a good look she climbed back down to where Wyatt was.

“Two guards on the roof, a gate, and of course a guard at the front and back entrances. What’s the play?” she asked. Normally she would charge in guns blazing, but with O’Rourke, she thought it better to take Wyatt’s more skilled and planned out approach. She could kill, but Wyatt was better with strategy.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Their drive grew quiet once Viv had sat back in her seat, Wyatt allowed his mind to focus on what was going to happen next. He needed all of his wits about him. Concentrating on that, he tried to figure out what time they'd arrive, and then plotted their way to 'sacred oaks'. As the Pontiac came over the hills and upon the final approach to the city, Wyatt could feel the cool dread spread across his bones, and as Viv started moving within the car, getting her stuff sorted out, he asked her to get his ready as well. They had a little spare time, but not much.

His thoughts turned to Chamberlin, and how he'd approach the man who'd saved his life so many years before. The decision of how to resolve the situation might be more rational than even 'he' might assume. It would take convincing. and timing. Bluffing their way through the main gate to sacred oaks seemed to be easier than he thought, the front gate was unmanned, which seemed odd to him, and... set his stomach turning. "I don't like this... but we have no other alternative," Wyatt mumbled as they rolled through the open gate. There were sure to be security cameras, capturing the car, and them. If O'Roarke was as connected as he was supposed to be, then they were probably expecting them. Well... fuck it. they were committed.

When they parked and started piling their stuff out of the car, Viv went off to take a peek at their objective, when she reported back, he nodded and thought for a moment. "Let's get back up there and take a look." Following Viv, he hid behind the wall of the covered deck and spied across at the O'Roarke complex. He looked around and tried to think. "We need a distraction, something that will pull their attention off the back entrance. We can't get any of the other 'girls' involved, that'll take too much time. He thought of something then and looked back to the Pontiac with a bit of resignation. With a deep sigh, he regretted what he'd have to do. But his dad would understand. "Ok, here's the plan, From up here, get the scope mounted rifle set up and cover my ass. Get ready for a whole hell of a lot of noise at the front gate. The guards will get distracted by that, and when it happens, and you'll need to spot the guard at the back gate and cover me. My hope is to get the guards on the top and the front attracted to the disturbance. I'll attract our loan guard at the back gate. When he comes out, remember to cover me in the case things get ugly, but you are not to leave this position. Once I'm in, once Chamberlin is there, then you come down. But don't move from here no matter what you see, no matter what happens to me. The man is too much of a prick to kill me without seeing you. So no matter what happens, save your vengeance for the man who earned it."

Wyatt discussed part two of his plan...and allowed a feeling of satisfaction to grow on him.

***
Taking the Pontiac Wyatt drove a few blocks piled his stuff under a parked car which from the looks of it hadn't been moved in a while. He guessed the owner was either on vacation or just too damn lazy to move the car. Either way left undisturbed, Wyatt shoved his rifle case and shotgun under the car. Leaving his stuff he drove down a few more blocks and circled back, he was a good three blocks away from the O'Roarke complex and as the street curved then went straight in front of their gate, it would give the Pontiac a perfect angle of approach. Wyatt opened the car door, had his foot on the break and took the car out of gear putting it in drive and setting a large rock against the gas pedal. The Pontiac would scream down the street, attracting attention giving the car would either hit the gate at the front of the property or the wall, Either way, the guards would have to investigate. Giving the old girl one last pat on the roof of the car, he took his foot of the brake and stepped away, closing the door with a strong shove. He stood there for a moment and watched as it gained speed, and he could hear the engine roar as it accelerated down the street.

With no time to lose, Wyatt hoofed it to where he'd stashed his rifle and shotgun. reaching underneath the car he could find neither.

"Looking for these?" He heard a strong male voice come from an alleyway that would lead to the back fo the O'Roarke property.

Wyatt turned to see his weapons leaned against a wall, with two guards pointing guns at him. One of them, tall, with brown hair wearing a trim black suit and a loose fitting tie waved him over with his gun pointed at him. "No sudden moves..." His partner, about three inches shorter, and probably 30 pounds heavier holstered his pistol and waited.

"Fuck...." Wyatt spit out, raising his hands and approaching the two men, the shorter, heavier of the two stepped to his side reaching for plasticuffs.

Quick as he could Wyatt stepped closer to the taller guard, sweeping his left hand down and across his body shoving the man's pistol out of his direction, Wyatt quickly went for the VP9 which he'd put in his waistband, pulled it and shot from retention, tucking his elbow into his hip. Wyatt quickly let off two shots, hitting the guard square in the chest. The second guard surprised that Wyatt could move so fast was scrambling to get his weapon unholstered. In the time he took to scramble a few feet back and reach for it, Wyatt had put two rounds in his chest and the third round in his face.

The taller man was breathing heavily, trying to speak, when Wyatt approached, picked up the man's gun off the street and shot him in the face before the guard could plead for his life. As he walked to where his weapons were, Wyatt could hear a loud crash at the front of the complex, the old girl had done her job, and well, the guards had done theirs, they'd left the bad door wide open.

"I've got to talk to Chamberlin about hiring better help." Looking up he spied the two guards in the roof nest spot him and aim in his direction. Pulling the pin of a flash grenade he tossed it high, it hit a pillar and bouned in. "Remind me to try shooting hoops more often, my aim sucks..."

Hearing additional shots from the nest above, he could see Viv at work, she'd done as he'd asked, now it was his turn. Wyatt opened fire, on the front of the compound once he'd spotted the two guards from the front, using sides of the house as cover he moved, drawing them out, either trying to get them out in the open for Viv, or so he'd have an opportunity to take them out. Wyatt the circled, back, looking for anymore, only to get pinned down by two others, who'd come out and around the back of the house. One against two was good odds, one against four was bad. And from where he was he couldn't return fire, they had the edge of the house as cover.

Using the last of his flash-bang grenades, he tossed it in their direction, heard it go off and attacked, getting both men, but caught a bullet to the shoulder for his trouble.WIth the grounds cleared, he dropped the rifle and shouldered the shotgun as best he could. Talking out loud as if anyone was listening, Wyatt said to himself "Well looks like they left the door open for me.. may as well go this way.."

Pushing the door open with the barrel of the shotgun, he entered a mudroom, a sort of open room with a number of coats, shoes, and hats on various hooks around the room. The decor was modern, but a soft white, easy on the eyes. Through an open doorway, Wyatt could see down a long hallway which lead off to a great room, but he couldn't see beyond that. As he walked through the mudroom the house was quiet, too quiet for a house he'd just shot up. As he exited the mudroom, and was about to enter the great room at the end of the hallway, he heard a noise, the creak of a door behind him, As he turned trying to swivel the shotgun in that direction he was greeted by the but of a handgun to the back of the head. Collapsing on the floor, he turned on his back, looking up at the sight of a face he'd been looking for, but hadn't expected to see so soon.

"Why didn't you just run kid.." The voice familiar to him belonged to Miles Chamberlin, the man who'd saved his life, allowed him to build a new one, and who he knew would desire Wyatt to fulfill his end of the bargain.

As Wyatt's vision grew groggy, he could feel someone step on his wounded shoulder, the grizzled angry face of Councilmen James O'Roarke looking down on him behind the barrel of a shiny long barreled revolver.

"Where's my SON!"

The crusty old fuck demanded. kicking Wyatt in the shoulder. IT hurt like hell, but the satisfaction of denying the old fuck an answer dulled the pain. Wyatt was dragged up, disarmed, his service pistol tossed aside, the VP9 thrown across the room, his spare mags and the penknife he had in his right pocket was thrown haphazardly in another direction. The old man was furious.

Wyatt was pulled up and thrown on to a high backed chair which had been pulled from the kitchen table, roughly the old man slapped him hit him and ground the barrel of his revolver into his shoulder wound. Wyatt screamed, there was no reason not to, fuck it hurt, and denying the pain would only prolong the misery. When the old man had hit him enough times to break his nose, Wyatt spit a pool of blood on to carpet and laughed. through the blood, spit, and tears Wyatt could see there were only three people in the room. Chamberlin, old man O'roarke and a tall older man with his right arm in a sling.

Wyatt finally spoke. spitting more blood on the carpet, and looking at the old bastard. "So... you've only asked me once about your son, what about the woman you had 'him' kill, why'd you do it? why'd you send him to Old town to kill her?"

The old man had turned his back on Wyatt, looking at his wounded partner, and then over at Chamberlin who didn't look too pleased. "I'll tell you, cause the reason is far simpler than a cop's imagination can think of. The girl was carrying the heir to my empire. I wasn't going to let my son bare a child with some WHORE from Old town. So we cooked it up," Pointing his massive revolver at his partner " 'He' was supposed to kill your partner in crime, you were not supposed to be there. and we'd have a first class ticket to tear Old Town apart looking for the killer. Oh, and where is that little bitch anyway. The two of you have killed more of my men than I thought possible. But this ends now. tell him, Chamberlin, call in your marker."

The old detective took one last drag on a cigarette and stabbed it out on an ashtray, He looked like he'd aged 10 years in 20 minutes. Walking over with two cigarettes in his hand, he pulled an old weathered zippo from his pocket and looked at Wyatt, offering him one. Wyatt just shook his head declining.

"Where is she Wyatt, Where's your partner. The short Valkyrie who's helped you."

"She's somewhere safe. far from here."

Chamberlin shook his head, "Don't lie, security tape says she came into the development with you, but we don't know where, and she hasn't left. Call her in here and let's get this over with. You want to keep your dream alive right?"

"At what cost? Are you telling me I have to kill her to get free of this?"

"You knew the deal coming in here, you are not a fool Wyatt. She dies, you live, hell we'll make you out to be the hero, solve the crime, and the councilman here will set you up, You want to be a detective? Now's your chance." Chamberlin said it, but Wyatt could tell by the expression on the old man's face his heart wasn't in the comments he made. No, this wasn't the payback he'd ever imagined for Wyatt. This wasn't the deal they'd made.

Through gritted teeth, Wyatt asked him, "What's he got on you, what happened..."

The old man had let this go on long enough and piped in. "It's not what Chamberlin did, it's what he didn't do... He had a conscience and paid for it. Now I own his ass, and a retired detective who has an unimpeachable record is worth more than twenty of you. So, where's the little bitch. You gonna call her? or do I need to make you a cripple to make my point?"

The old man pointed the massive hand cannon at Wyatt. the thing was a massive Smith and Wesson 629, a more modern version of the one Dirty Harry carried in the movies. Except this one had a barrel rib, and was stainless, and Harry's gun was blued..Wyatt knew a close in shot from a 44magnum would take his leg, or any appendage clean off. He'd be more than a cripple, he'd be dead. Thankfully his guardian Angel had arrived.

"No need for any more theatrics you old fuck."

Wyatt had distracted them for long enough, he'd bled enough, and if he didn't get medical attention soon he'd possibly pass out. He nodded and saw her arrive before they did. In walked his Valkyrie...

"All good things to those who wait hm Viv?"

 

[scarlettnuit]

Vivien stepped through the doorway, and with pin point accuracy, threw two blades, each finding their home in each of the men’s skulls. She had wanted to torture them, to make them feel the pain they had put her through, but with the condition Wyatt found himself in, she had no time to waste. She had to comfort herself with the fact that vengeance was served, even if it was served quickly.

She ran to Wyatt and held him in her arms. Not long after she’d done so, two women came in, one dressed in a sexy nurse’s outfit.

“I’ve called the cavalry. They’ll get you patched up,” she told him with tears in her eyes, “I’m so sorry they did this to you, it’s all my fault,” she told him as the other two women helped lift him up and carry him outside to a waiting van.

She stepped into the makeshift ambulance with him as the nurse worked on patching him up.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Wyatt's face was pummeled, he could feel his body ache from the beating that Old Man O'Roarke had laid out on him. When Viv arrived, at first he wasn't sure what sort of vengeance she'd dish out, only that she would choose the manner in which to express it. And, in the end, using her favored weapon, a knife, seemed the most appropriate. At the sight of the nurse uniforms, he was a touch taken off guard, only a moment later to know that it was the ladies of Old Town's personalities shining through.

Wyatt tried to stand under his own power only to feel dizzy, lightheaded and ready to pass out. Looking at Chamberlin, then at the two dead men in the room he croaked, then spoke. His words were more a statement that they were any sort of attempt to persuade him of any other alternative. At the same time, his eyes fell to the massive hand cannon which lay on the carpet, not far from O'Roarke's body. With a slight tilt of his head, he finally said.

"A reputation beyond impeachment... A man's word well beyond question... Who's to say what really happened here."

As Wyatt was helped into the makeshift ambulance, he met Chamberlin's eyes, and watched as the old Detective leaned down, grasped the large rubber grip of the revolver and flexed his fingers, feeling the weight of it in his hand. Whatever happened next, Wyatt couldn't see as the doors closed with a sound of finality.

As they pulled away, his view of the house and whatever scene lay outside of it blocked by the metal walls of the van, his nurses attended to him, placing an oxygen mask over his mouth and pushing him down on the gurney. Even from here, he was almost certain he could hear two gunshots. Wyatt relaxed... looking to Viv, squeezing her hand and looking into her eyes. They'd made it. Wyatt closed his eyes... and dreamed.

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It was winter now, a calm 70 degrees as Wyatt stepped out of his patrol car. Immediately his nose caught a whiff of two things, the smell of grilled ground beef, and french fries. Taking a look at the front door of the Diner, he caught a few familiar faces. With a sideways smile, Wyatt closed the door to his car and made the short walk inside. Lunch was waiting for him, and so was the future.

They'd been lucky, unlike so many. So many were never able to escape Sin City. But they did. Wyatt often times wondered what was going on back there, but he'd look at his wife, and the pretty blue eyes of his daughter and realize that he didn't much care. Everything he needed and cared about was right here, And that made him smile.