Escort Duty

"Oh fuck yeah," he groaned. No idea what his name was. I never asked names. We just agreed the price and headed to the room, "Oh fuck yeah."

"Give me that thick cock, baby," I moaned in return. I learned very quickly that, while I was putting on a performance, I generally meant it. Within a couple of days, I found myself thoroughly enjoying myself, actually eager to see the next customer. Cass would sit at the bar with me, amused when a customer walked in and asked to have an hour or more with me. Then I'd disappear, suck some cock, have my arse properly fucked, and walk out once I was done, more often than not grinning away, as I had found myself enjoying it the entire time.

"Fuck, you've got a great arse, cowboy," he grunted.

"Loving your thick cock, baby. Can't wait until you cum in my arse."

He leaned forward, pressing into my upper back, my head firmly into the pillow, as he really started to pump into me. "Fuck yeah," he grunted, and I knew he was getting close, "Oh fuck yeah."

"Keep going," I moaned, "Keep going."

"Oh fuck yeah. What an arse."

I'd already cum by now, though he hadn't noticed. Probably didn't care, in all honesty. I was there to satisfy them, not the other way around. The fact I generally did cum while being fucked did please them. Most fucked me in that position, on my knees, head up or down, but occasionally I'd be on my back, while one or two even enjoyed watching me ride them, stroking myself off until I came on them.

"Fuck, gonna cum," he groaned, feeling him give me a few hard thrusts as he filled me up. Soon as he was empty, he leaned forward to rest on his forearms, feeling his breath on my neck, sucking in deep breaths. "Fucking hell, cowboy, your arse is something else."

"So is your cock. So thick. Love it."

I never compared one man to another. Far as they were concerned, they were the only man I was with. Santiago continued to give me tips as I worked, though we hadn't had sex again, but I liked to think we were slowly becoming somewhat friends, generally getting together at lunch for a drink before we started work.

Feeling him pull out, he collapsed onto the bed next to me, his cock now glistening with lube and cum, slowly but surely going flaccid. I looked him up and down, and I figured he was probably an NCR soldier. As always, we had a little pillow talk before he left, and he confirmed my suspicions.

"The army says they're tolerant, but while the NCR back west itself is quite accepting, at the front… not so much. So men like myself need to find action where we can. Always wanted to fuck a cowboy and I heard through the grapevine that the Wrangler was the place to find one."

"Well, I'm glad you decided to visit."

As Santiago said, always maintain a positive attitude. Be their friend. Their confidant. Don't always just agree but generally try to put them at ease. But he admitted that, most of the time, all they would want me to do is please them physically, which is what I spent most of my time doing. He eventually dressed, handed over his caps, and disappeared out the door. I cleaned myself up, got dressed, and headed downstairs.

Cass was at the bar waiting for me, enjoying a drink. She kissed my cheek as I took a seat next to her. "Fuck, he was good," I admitted.

"Yeah?"

"Big, thick dick, Cass. Complimented me on mine like you always do."

"Still do to this day too."

"I know. But when he slid it inside me that first time, I definitely grinned. Knew I was going to be properly fucked. Man knew how to fuck. Made me cum incredibly hard."

"Shame you haven't had a customer yet who would let me watch!"

"I'd like you to be involved. They fuck me, I eat you out, or they fuck me, I fuck you. Plenty of ways it could work."

"How many caps are you away?"

"Still a lot. I'll be doing this for a while, to be honest." I paused and smiled. "Part of me doesn't mind at all. During the day and evening, I do that. Then I return to you for a couple of hours." I leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Sure you're okay with this?"

"Definitely, because I see that you're enjoying it. And as long as you walk out of that room smiling, I won't have to worry. Once that smile disappears, I know you're no longer enjoying it, and that's when we'll either have to find another way of making caps, or hopefully you'll have the caps you need."

We sat, ate and drank for a couple of hours before James wandered downstairs to take his position behind the bar. He chatted with Cass and I, Beatrix and Santiago appearing to take a seat next to us. Some nights, we were busy for hours, taking customer after customer. Some nights, things were a little slower. Those were better, as we at least had time to relax between being fucked.

"Cowboy, I have a question," James said, "I've had a couple of requests from customers who were wondering if you'd be willing to take two at a time."

I shrugged straight away. "Sure, long as they have the necessary caps."

"Well, the idea is that they would both pay the same price, but then they would pay a bonus on top of that, as a threesome is something different."

"Well, well, the cowboy is proving popular," Santiago stated.

"What can I say? I've become an expert in swallowing and taking dick." Beatrix burst into laughter. I shrugged again. "I've been doing this a few days now, and most of my customers have left satisfied. Earned more than a few tips because they've been so happy."

As always, I ended the night in bed with Cass, mixing some tender lovemaking and some… well, to say I utterly pounded her wouldn't be an understatement. She loved it as always, of course, as that was exactly what she wanted, and I was more than happy to oblige her. Lasted a couple of hours, and as soon as we were done, it was a shower before heading back to bed, Cass cuddling into me as always. Slept like a log, waking up together, where she slid onto my lap, making love again as we did each and every morning before we headed downstairs for breakfast.

The next couple of days passed as they seemed to do, generally seeing between three to five men. I didn't want one after the other, and I'd agreed with James that five would be my limit, and that between each customer, I wanted a break so I could clean up, relax, before I was ready to go again. Plus, it would allow me time to 'recharge' so I could cum again. But each night ended with Cass, and that was the most important thing for both of us.

One night, she did ask, "Would you be willing to have a guy fuck you who wasn't paying?"

"I honestly haven't thought about it."

"Well, I know you enjoy fucking women. I'm sure you'll end up fucking others in the future." I gave her a look, knowing it was of surprise. "Oh come on, I know you've thought about it. Don't you have that woman in Goodsprings?"

"I do. And I'd like to see her again."

"And I'm sure there is at least one, maybe two women out there who will adore you as much as we do. And maybe you have a wife…" I gave her a look, and her face fell. "Sorry…"

"No, it's fine. It's just… what if it's true?"

"As I said, you're not wearing a ring, and despite everything, most married couples still do wear one."

"I just don't know. And I'm not sure if I'll ever get my memory back. I guess we'll find out in the long run."

The next day started like any other, with Cass and I making love before breakfast, relaxing until lunch, and then it was to work. I enjoyed time with three customers in the space of five hours, Cass amused when I walked out after the third one, who had a great thick dick and had fucked me so well, I was willing to give him another hour for free. When I told her, she laughed and joked I was perhaps finding my new job too enjoyable.

James appeared a couple of hours later, letting me know about a request for two customers. Cass headed to our room as I went to speak with the customers. No surprise they looked like two soldiers, inviting them upstairs to my room, helping them relax first with a glass of whiskey, before I suggested we all get comfortable. Removing their clothing, they revealed hard muscled bodies, and they both had the sort of cock I would enjoy for the next hour or so.

Down on my knees between theirs, I blew them first, earning compliments from both of them as I sucked both of them to completion, happily swallowing a load each. "Damn, little wonder you're making a reputation at McCarran," the one I'd just blown stated.

"I am?"

"Fuck yeah, plenty of guys talk about the cowboy at the Wrangler. Say you're a great piece of arse."

"Can find out for yourself in a few minutes."

I kept blowing them both until they were ready to fuck me, making sure I was nice and lubed up before getting on the bed. Feeling one thick cock slide inside me, the other sat on his knees in front of me, servicing him at the same time. First time I'd ever been spitroasted, and I was thoroughly enjoying myself within a couple of minutes.

Then I had an idea. "Guys, do you mind if someone watched us?"

"Who?"

"A woman."

"Fuck, sure. I don't care."

Heading to the door, I called down to Cass to come join us. She walked through the door a few seconds later, ensuring the door was closed, taking a seat on the couch as I joined the two men on the bed. Feeling his cock slide inside me again, I moaned loudly. "Fuck yes, that's good. Fuck me."

With a mouth full of cock at the same time, all I could do was moan against it. I felt strong hands move up my back to my shoulders as I found my arse well and truly fucked hard within a few minutes. Releasing the cock from my mouth, I could only glance back to meet brown eyes. "Keep fucking me," I groaned, "Fuck that's good."

Soon the only sound was of his skin slapping against my arse as he was pounding me harder than ever. I resumed blowing the guy in front of me, though stopped as I looked up, asking that he do the same to me afterwards. That made him chuckle as he assured me he would. Fingers tightened on my shoulders as I felt him move, glancing to see he was now almost crouching over me, really driving his cock into me.

"Fuck yeah," he groaned, "Fuck your arse is tight."

Then he came. He came hard, his cock so thick, I'm sure I felt each throb as he filled me up. Soon as he was empty, he pulled out so I could spin around, feeling another cock slide in me. The second guy forced my head down onto the bed, getting into position to drive his cock into me too. "Oh fuck yeah," I cried, "Keep going."

I'm sure they thought I was just acting, but as I'd told Cass and Santiago, I also just really enjoyed it. I knew Cass was watching, wondering what she thought, but I knew not to worry about her at that moment. My focus was on my two customers, ensuring they left with a smile on their faces. The second guy had obviously been excited watching his friend fuck me, as he lasted nowhere near as long before he buried his cock and came in me as well.

"Fuck yeah," he groaned, feeling slight disappointment when he withdrew.

Lying on my side as they lay back, I felt their cum dribble out of me as I glanced over to Cass, no surprise she had her legs spread wide, gently rubbing her pussy. She didn't say a word, simply smiling at me.

"Ever had two in your arse?" one of them asked.

"No, I haven't. Is that something you're willing to try?"

"It is. Will it cost more caps?"

"It will. Anything like that will definitely cost more. You got the caps?"

"Sure do."

One of them grabbed their pants and placed a pile on the table next to the bed and I told them we could do it. Making sure they were lubed up again, I straddled the lap of one, sliding down his cock, riding him slowly as I felt a hand on my shoulder, and the cock of the second guy requesting entrance. I groaned when I felt the second thick cock slide inside me.

But I couldn't remember my own cock being harder. "Okay?" he asked one he was inside me too.

"Yeah, that's… pretty fucking good, actually."

Being fucked by two men at once wasn't something I'd given much thought, but now that it was happening, I thoroughly enjoyed it. They fucked me nowhere near as hard as they had me alone, no doubt aware that it would just end up hurting me, but the three of us had a lot of fun for however long it lasted, until the guy above me pulled out so the guy underneath me could fuck me and cum, then he pulled out, the second guy sliding back inside me so he could finish a second time.

Both men left the room with a smile on their face, and I earned a large tip from them. Closing the door, I joined Cass on the couch, who gave me one hell of a kiss. "Okay, that was one of the hottest things I've ever seen," she said, "I can't believe you had them both fuck you at once."

I shrugged. "They asked and paid for it."

"Are you sore?"

"Surprisingly no. It felt really good. Of course, I'm sure you noticed they didn't fuck me anywhere near as hard, but feeling them both slide in and out of me…" Chuckling, I added, "I do that a few times, I'm going to have more than enough caps."

"Do it then," Cass said, "If it makes you the caps you need."

I met her eyes and she smiled. I guess it made sense, putting on some trousers and heading downstairs to speak with James. I suggested the idea, which he thought was a good idea, though I told him it was primarily because I wanted to make the caps. He understood, but he also joked that, as I'd obviously enjoyed myself, I'd probably return to have myself fucked from time to time.

While I didn't think that would happen, I had a feeling I might end up enjoying the company of men from time to time in the future. And from all our discussions, Cass wouldn't mind. In fact, I'd think she'd be quite happy to join in. I was something worry about, though only in the future.

Word got around rather quickly, and I was soon making plenty of caps from being fucked by two guys at once. Realising I was getting close to the amount of caps I'd need, James pulled me aside one morning after breakfast and made a suggestion. "I obviously spread word about things. I know you're still a couple of hundred caps away. I have a suggestion where you'll make all your caps in one sitting."

"What's your idea?"

"A gangbang. Men will pay a certain amount to fuck you. I'm sure there'll be enough buyers to ensure you go over the amount you need."

"How long until you organise it?" His face showed slight surprise. "I need two thousand caps. Have a few more wouldn't hurt, but if it helps get to my target quicker, I'm willing to do it. How long will take to organise?"

"I send word now, you're looking at the night after tomorrow."

"Fine with me."

"Seriously?"

I shrugged. "Need the caps, and I enjoy being fucked. Most importantly, I need to get onto the Strip and finally end this. Delayed long enough."

I took the next day off, spending it with Cass. While we made love a couple of times, we mostly lay back and talked about what we'd done, what I was planning to do with Benny, then what I planned to do afterwards. That's what I couldn't quite figure out, suggesting I'd help out with her problem, then just see where I was led. Cass wasn't sure what she wanted either, though was intrigued by what would happen to New Vegas, who would eventually gain control.

The next day, I enjoyed breakfast before James told me his idea would take place later that day, and he'd already received enough interest that suggested I would make plenty of caps that night, more than enough to put me over the requirement to enter the Strip. So I didn't do anything during the afternoon, watching Santiago and Old Ben take the occasional man and woman upstairs, but there was no missing the fact the bar and casino filled up with more men than usual, aware many if not most of them were there for me.

James eventually suggested I head upstairs to get ready, Cass kissing my cheek, telling me to have fun and enjoy myself, and she might even head upstairs to watch for a while. Once in my usual room, I stripped off and got myself ready to be fucked, getting on the bed and keeping my arse nice and high. I was soon joined by a number of men, not even bothering to count, noticing plenty of them grin as they noticed my position on the bed. James followed them in.

"Okay, gentlemen. You've all paid your caps to be here. You have three hours. Our friend here might need the occasional break. Fucking and sucking is on offer." He looked at me. "Interested in two at a time?"

"Not this time. Looks like I'll be taking a lot of dick."

"More than likely. Okay gentleman, enjoy yourself tonight. This will likely be a one-time only event."

I'll admit right now, the three hours were a lot of fun and passed by quicker than I thought. No idea how many men actually fucked me in the end. Blew a few of them, but most were only there to fuck me, and my arse was rarely empty for long, being fucked hard most of the time by one of them until I was filled with cum. Spent most of the time on my knees as well, only a few wanting me on my back, though I still ended up being fucked as hard as ever, enjoying looking down to see a thick cock disappear inside me.

Cass wandered in to watch rather early, and I could see she was rather turned on, smiling at her whenever our eyes met. She watched me spitroasted a couple of times, which seemed to turn her on even more, particularly if they came in my mouth and I swallowed it. But it was just watching me having my arse fucked, head buried into a pillow or the mattress, one cock after another, that seemed to make her enjoy more than one orgasm of her own.

It was worth every single cap I was paid. James wandered in to find quite a few men still in the room, although all would have fucked me at least once by then. "It's nearly been three hours," he said, "Unless they're willing to pay for longer?"

It lasted two more hours as caps were practically thrown at him. Some wanted it turned it up a notch by paying a little more, and I ended up taking two in the arse more than once, and then a third was added in my mouth. Cass was now masturbating furiously on the couch as she watched me just used by the men in the room. By the time the two hours were up, I had to just lie back on the bed and catch my breath, feeling cum just leak out of me onto the blankets, the men glancing at me as they started to get dressed.

All of them were very complimentary about the service provided, some asking if I would be willing to meet them in private another time, and I earned even more caps in tips that would have put me well over what I needed. Once I was alone, Cass immediately joined me on the bed, straddling my lap.

"Okay, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen. How do you feel?"

"To be honest, quite euphoric. It was intense at times, as it never seemed to end, but I enjoyed nearly every minute. Only when they had two in my arse did they sometimes get too excitable."

"It was one dick after the other. They'd fuck you, cum, pull out, and a new one slid in almost immediately." She sat up and ensure my cock slid inside her. "How many times did you cum?"

"Didn't count. A lot. Some of them were… really good at fucking me. The sort of good fucking where I didn't even have to touch my cock."

"I heard. You're quite vocal about wanting to be fucked harder and faster by big, thick cocks."

I laughed. "That was training from Santiago, though I'll admit, I get into it too." I pulled her forward, running my hands down her back to her arse as we shared a soft kiss. "But you know I much prefer this with you," I said softly, "It's intimate, plus I actually kiss you."

"But you do like it, don't you? Being fucked by men?"

"Yes, I do."

"Good. So if you want to do it again, perhaps without being paid, but by finding someone you like, maybe it would be even better?"

"Never thought I'd end up selling my arse, that's for damned sure. But here we are, currently buried in a woman I like a hell of a lot, but feeling cum still leak out of my arse."

"I think we should have a shower once you've cum inside me."

We made love for a while, as it took me a while to cum, before we headed to our room, enjoying a shower together. A long shower as I definitely needed it, Cass taking a lot of pleasure in washing me down. I had been covered in a sweat and cum by the time it was all over. Dressing, we headed downstairs to grab a bite to eat and enjoy a drink, James giving me a large bag full of caps.

"Honestly, you've made so many caps tonight… Sure you want to leave?"

"I'm sure. I still have a man I need to see. I'm sure he's forgotten all about me, still believing I'm lying in a shallow grave in Goodsprings. I'm already thinking of the look on his face when I finally meet him."

"When do you plan on leaving?"

"Tomorrow morning. I know what casino he's in, but I won't or can't just go marching in. No doubt the place will be full of guards looking after him. I'll scope the place out first, perhaps see if I can talk to one of his people. I have information that he's working against his benefactor, so that will help."

"Well, once it's all over, if you ever want work…"

Chuckling, I shook my head. "Think my days of escorting are over for now, but who knows?" Cass gave me a gentle elbow in the ribs. "Guess the gay cowboy shtick was as popular as you thought it was going to be. Can't believe how busy I was sometimes."

"Had to turn away disappointed customers from time to time if you were busy."

"It's nice to be popular."

"Greatest piece of arse in Freeside is what I heard," Cass added with a giggle.

"It's why I think he should return. He'll be making more caps than he'll know what to do with," James added.

I glanced at Cass. "To be honest, another one or two of these gangbangs and you'll have caps for all of us in no time. Wouldn't mind seeing the Strip again myself."

"So I've got to sell my arse to do it?"

"I reckon you could easily make a thousand caps in one night, circumstances being right," James said.

I chuckled and shook my head again. I wasn't going to think about such things again, at least for a little while. Cass and I eventually headed back to our bedroom, cuddling under the blankets. We'd been delayed for long enough. It was time to get my head back on regarding the mission. I now had the caps. I had weapons. I knew where the target was. All that mattered now was getting inside The Tops, tracking him down, and returning the favour.

Cass walked with me to the entrance of the Strip the next morning, holding my hand the entire time. Veronica joined us, Boone now permanently at McCarran, having sent word to go see him once the matter I needed to deal with was over. Veronica hugged me, wished me good luck, before standing aside as Cass moulded herself into my body. "Come back," she whispered.

"I don't plan on dying yet."

"You'd better not, otherwise I'll kick your arse."

I kissed her deeply, which made both of us grin before we split apart, gently caressing her face. "Not sure how long I'll be…"

"Don't rush it. He's going to be protected. If he's one of the Families…"

"So I should scope shit out?"

"Don't just go in, weapons firing. You'll just get yourself killed." She kissed me again. "Now go and get him. And I'll be waiting here for you once you're done. Then we can figure out what's next."

Walking towards the Securitrons, I was stopped again, though this time I could say I had the required coins. Holding up a bag, they must have scanned it, judge the weight or something. Thankfully, they didn't make me count them individually, as I now had more than the two thousand required. The Securitron wheeled back and to the side, telling me to have a good time on the Strip.

Stepping through the gates, I won't say it was like night and day, as I'd see the bright lights of the Strip whenever I'd left the Wrangler, but now that I was actually on the Strip itself, I could see the immediate appeal. The Lucky 38 Casino to my left appeared deserted, though it towered over nearly everything else, having seen its bright lights all the way back at the Mojave Outpost, and also from Goodsprings during the night. Another casino called Gomorrah was to my right. I passed by The Tops to my right a little later, giving it a once over, noticing the guards outside, brandishing weapons, and then the last casino to my left called the Ultra-Luxe.

Walking to the end of the Strip, I passed by a Vault, though it seemed to be nothing but a gift shop, and the last building on the left was the NCR Embassy. Seeing that made me chuckle, aware that many of the men I'd been with recently had been soldiers. Walking back towards The Tops, I took a seat on a bench opposite the doors leading inside and just observed. Plenty of people heading in and out. Plenty of security.

But nothing that actually concerned me. In fact, the longer I watched, the more confident I was that, with all the evidence, I could make it work quicker than I imagined.

"Fuck it," I stated, getting to my feet and striding across the road towards the double doors. Before I could walk inside, a pair of guard stepped in front of me, and their eyes went to the revolver at my hips, pistol in the band of my trousers, rifle and shotgun on my back.

"Good morning, sir. We generally don't allow weapon in the casino."

"I just need to speak with the person in charge, whoever might be at the front desk. I have a matter that needs discussing."

"What matter would that be?"

"A man named Benny put two bullets in my head and left me for dead. He also stole something of mine. I wish to ask him a few questions and retrieve my property."

The guards shared a concerned glance, both stepping closer, though surprisingly not to attack. "You the one they call 'The Courier'?" one whispered. I nodded. "Shit… Okay, wait here a moment. We need to speak with someone." He was gone more than thirty seconds before he opened the door wide and gestured for me to enter. "Speak to Swank at the reception desk."

The casino was incredibly busy, even at this time in the morning, filled with gamblers and drunks. But at least the noise would cover what could possibly happen over the next few minutes. Approaching the reception desk, one man walked towards me on the opposite side, definitely looking me up and down, as I stood before him.

"So, you want to speak to Benny. I believe my guards have asked, but as one of the Chairmen, I must ask what business you have with Benny. We look after each other, after all."

For the umpteenth time since waking in Goodsprings, I removed my hat, placing it down on the desk. I noticed his eyes move straight towards the scars that were still visible across my scalp. "Benny left a pair of bullets in my head back in Goodsprings. I wish to ask him why he shot me."

"Got any proof that it was him?" Swank asked, but his tone suggested he either knew something already, or at least already partly believed me. Considering I'd come all the way from Goodsprings and had managed to track him down, I guess it was partly convincing.

So I laid it all out for him. First, the cigarette tabs, placing those on the desk. Swank picked one up and examined it. "Shit," he whispered, "Well, these are those that Benny likes to smoke. Rare as hen's teeth these are. You pay through the absolute nose just to get one pack, let alone a carton."

"These were around the shallow grave he had me buried in."

Next was the lighter given to me by Jessup, placing it down on the desk and sliding it across. "Benny struck a deal with the Great Khans. They were involved in my kidnapping and attempted execution."

"What did you do to them?"

"My quarrel was not with them. Some would think I should cut a swathe through anyone involved. No, I'm just after the man who pulled the trigger. I let them live, and the Khans are not happy either, as Benny broke the deal he had with them. Their leader, Jessup, gave me this lighter that Benny had given him. I believe his last words to me before leaving was about shoving it where the sun doesn't shine."

Swank picked up the lighter, turning it this way and that, before he finally placed it down and nodded. "That's definitely his lighter."

I leaned forward, placing elbows on the desk, interlocking my fingers. "Look, I don't know what your relationship with the man is. He could be a colleague. Be your boss. Just be a friend. But my attempted execution was to obtain a platinum chip."

"A what?"

"A platinum chip. I have no idea why, but I've been giving it plenty of thought lately."

Swank copied my body language, leaning forward. "What do you know?" he asked quietly.

"Not enough. Not yet. But the fact he stopped me delivering the chip to him would suggest something untoward, correct?"

"But what exactly?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. But considering I was the one who was shot in the head, I want to find out."

"And what will you do when you finish your… conversation?" The look I returned should have suggested what I wanted. Swank met my eyes in silence for at least half a minute before he sighed. "If he really is planning on doing something stupid… Wait here a moment." Swank disappeared, leaving me alone with the trio of security guards. I noticed their glances occasionally turn my way, but as there was still plenty of traffic in and out, I was left alone until Swank reappeared. "Okay, I've talked with the others, explaining everything you told us. We think you have enough evidence, plus there's enough to know Benny is up to something, that we're willing to let you deal with it."

"And no-one will involve themselves?"

"They've sent the word out. No-one will stop you. Benny is on the thirteenth floor. To get them out of the way, have a quiet word and ask them to return here. We'll explain everything."

"And Benny?"

"Is yours to deal with."

"You have my thanks."

It was obvious from all the lights that electricity flowed through New Vegas, and I was pleased to see that at least one elevator was still in operation, as I didn't particularly find the prospect of climbing thirteen flights of stairs appealing. The elevator was obviously a couple of centuries old, but apart from a few squeaks, and a slight rattle, I didn't feel an impending sense of death as I ascended.

Exiting into a brightly lit hallway, a couple of men in suits were on patrol. I waved them closer, and though they were cautious, they still came towards me. "Swank wants a word downstairs. Are there any other guards on patrol?"

"No, we're the only two. What does Swank want? And who are you?"

"He'll explain everything downstairs."

"What about Benny?"

"I'm here to see him. Again, Swank will explain everything. What room is Benny in?"

The two guards shared a glance, before they both shrugged. "You'll find him in room 1305."

"Thanks."

I waited until they had boarded the elevator and hearing it descend before I approached the door leading into his room. Standing to the side, I took my revolver from its holster, checked that each chamber had a bullet, before I leaned back against the wall, steeling myself for what I was about to do. Taking one last, deep breath, I walked towards the opposite wall, turned and strode forward, kicking the door in.

Immediately seeing Benny in front of me, the look of surprise on his face as his eyes met mine, I pulled the trigger.