Doomed Receipts

Once the group enter the Casa Madrid Apartments they're stopped by a man wearing leather armour and a red bandana, he points a sawed-off shotgun at them and commands them to stop.

"You lot better hold up before I feed you some lead, you chose the wrong place to fuck with."

Dermot seems to be grateful that this man had intervened but Afton just raises a brow, "Who're you?"

"Who am I? I'm Marco, the guy who owns this joint. Real question is who are you, must think you're real big shots to go around causing trouble like this."

"You better put that gun down, else we might think you're one of these fucker's accomplices." Afton says with a glare.

"Accomplice?" Marco parrots, clearly lost at what this is actually about.

Afton nods, "These two are responsible for kidnapping men, women, and children. We're here to find out where they are."

Marco pales at his words, a few of the women in the apartments had also gathered and gasped. Seems they were in the dark about what these two are truly been up to.

"They were doing what? Is this true Dermot?" Marco almost snarls at him.

"N-no-ghuk" the man tries to reply but Karl jabs him in the back with his .44 revolver. "Yes."

"Then do what you want with these two bastards, just don't go damaged the apartments... If you wanna kill 'em do it outside as well, blood is a bitch to clean.

Afton shrugs and glances to Dermot, "Come on, where's your room at."

The group walk through the apartments until the reach their destination, opening the door where Dermot points to his bedside table, a ledger sitting on it innocuously.

Afton walks over and picks it up, taking one final glance at Dermot before he begins reading the book that'd decide his fate. Almost immediately, Afton knew he wasn't going to let the rat leave alive.

The receipts read like punches to the gut, it was clear they weren't going to be able to save the missing people. Afton didn't know much, but the man known as Motor Runner was like the Boogeyman to the waste, leader of the fiends and known murderer, serial rapist, arsonist, and every other crime in the book.

TO MOTOR RUNNER:

Teen girl - 500 caps

Adult man, 38 - 0 caps

TO MOTOR RUNNER:

Adult woman (28) - 250 caps

Old woman - 25 caps

Old man - 25 caps

Baby (boy?) - 0 caps

TO NEPHI:

Teen girl - 400 caps

Teen boy - 150 caps

Child girl (7?) - 50 caps

TO COOK COOK:

Adult woman - 200 caps

Teen girl - 400 caps

Teen girl - 400 caps

Teen boy - 100 caps

Apparently, Saint James was worse than Dermot as well. The man was a pedophile who tried to rape one of the kidnapped children, Dermot stopped him though as "even fiends dont want used goods.", Saint James should still have the teddy bear the young girl was carrying, he uses it in her place apparently.

Honestly, Afton was trembling in rage. He knew the Fiends were fucking disgusting, but this? It made him want to go over and annihilate all of them... In fact, he might just do that. Why let these wastes of life continue living when they're committing atrocities such as this?

Karl and Boone can clearly see how bad the ledger is just by Afton reaction, he passes it to Karl who struggles to hold a neutral expression, Boone reading it next.

Afton looks at Dermot, "Follow me." he states as they walk into Saint James room, finding a teddy bear that'd obviously been soiled from his "activities". This was the final straw in Afton's book, the two men were already dead, but now he just wanted to make them suffer. Though, he wouldn't do it here, he'd do it outside the Apartments as a favour to Marco.

Marco looks at them as they march out of the apartments, "Found what you needed?"

Afton nods, "More than enough. Come outside if you wanna see how I'm going to deal with these people."

Marco nods and follows them as they walk outside, quickly Afton acquires some rope and ties Saint James to a lampost, doing the same to Dermot to another nearby one. His actions were already attracting curious on-lookers, and their numbers were only increased when he drove Dirt-Bird to their position.

Soon enough the crowd reached a hundred people, the street chock-full with people wanting to know what was happening. Afton stands on Dirt-Bird as he wanted to make sure everyone knew what was happening. Perhaps it'd even prevent people from doing something similar in future?

"People of Westside, I would advise any of you that are squeamish, have children accompanying you, or dislike brutal levels of violence to leave before I begin. For the rest I'd like to present you with two people, say hello to Dermot and Saint James. Some of you might even know them personally!" he says gesturing towards the two. Saint James had just woken up and was already shouting curses at him.

"For those of you not in the know, these two are responsible for kidnapping innocent men, women, and children before selling them as sex-slaves to the Fiends." his words instantly causing some of the crowd to become distraught at the news. Some even recognise where Afton was going with this...

Afton continues, "So, as there is no formal law out here, I've decided to take matters into my own hands. Dermot and Saint James, for the crime of dooming four adults and eight children to a fate worse than death, I will give unto you a similar punishment!" he shouts.

Dermot's eyes go wide at this, "BUT YOU SAID YOU WOULD LET ME LIVE!"

Saint James's head whips around towards his partner, "FUCKING TRAITOR!"

Afton shakes his head, "I cannot let you live after seeing what horrific crimes you've committed... Tell me, do either of you feel any remorse for what you have done!?"