With Six's smooth power play—not only thwarted the Omertas but walked away owning their entire operation. House got what he wanted, the Strip remained intact, and Six added another lucrative piece to his growing empire.
With Gomorrah now under his control, things were about to change. The casino would still be a den of vice, but under new management, it could become something much more efficient—profitable without the unnecessary baggage of backstabbing and Legion deals.
Rebecca squeezed his arm as they strolled back down the Strip.
"Gotta admit, Six, watching you pull off a hustle like that? Pretty damn sexy."
Six smirked.
"What can I say? I like making moves."
Boone, walking just a step behind them, scoffed.
"Just don't make me clean up your mess when this all blows up."
Six laughed.
"Relax, Boone. This is the beginning of something big."
Six walked through the Strip like he owned it—because, piece by piece, he was making that a reality. The burning neon lights reflected off the pavement, casting long shadows, but the real spectacle was the ongoing purge at Gomorrah.
Securitrons rolled through the casino, systematically eradicating the Omertas with brutal efficiency. Their X-25 Gatling lasers cut down fleeing gangsters, while their 9mm submachine guns mopped up anyone still scrambling for cover.
Screams of panic and the smell of burnt flesh filled the air as House's mechanical enforcers carried out his judgment.
Cachino watched it all unfold, his face pale as a ghost. His hands trembled, and Six could see the beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. He was witnessing his entire "family" being mowed down in mere minutes, every few steps, he shot nervous glances toward Six, who walked calmly, arms crossed.
And while he was terrified, there was also a flicker of relief in his eyes. That could have been him.
"Man, this is—"
Cachino began, his voice barely above a whisper.
"You're lucky you're still breathing."
Six interrupted smoothly, not even glancing at him.
"You crossed the line, but you're still valuable. For now."
Cachino swallowed hard. His hands were clammy, and his mind raced. The weight of what was happening hit him all at once. The Omertas—his family—were being slaughtered. It could have been him, just as easily. The thought sent a cold shiver down his spine.
"Guess that settles it."
Six said casually, watching as the last of the resistance was put down.
"Omertas are gone, and now Gomorrah needs new management."
Cachino swallowed hard and nodded.
"Yeah… yeah, I guess it does."
"I—I get it."
Cachino mumbled.
"I get it. You want me to manage Gomorrah now, right?"
Six stopped walking and turned to face him, his expression unreadable.
"That's right. Good thing you've got experience. You work for me now. Same rules as before, just with one big difference—if you try anything, I won't need Securitrons to put you six feet under."
Rebecca, walking just behind Six, glanced at Cachino, her eyes narrowing.
"You screw this up, I'll let my daughter Tanya take care of you."
Cachino gave a nervous chuckle not fully understanding her threat.
"Understood, boss and boss-lady. I won't screw it up. I'll run Gomorrah like it's my last damn job on Earth"
"Good."
Six clapped him on the shoulder.
"The Kings will send some people to fill in the gaps. They're reliable, and they know how to run a tight operation without pulling the kind of shit the Omertas did. We can't run a place like Gomorrah with holes in the crew."
"Got it, boss. I'll make sure we're up and running smooth."
Cachino said, trying to keep his voice steady, but his hands were still shaking.
Rebecca leaned against Six, watching the carnage with a smirk.
"Gotta say, this is one hell of a promotion for you, Cachino. You should be thanking us."
Cachino forced a grin.
"Yeah, real lucky, huh?"
Boone, standing off to the side with his arms crossed, let out a grunt.
"If you call not getting shot lucky."
Six took one last look at the burning remains of the old Gomorrah. The future of the Strip wasn't just bright—it was his.
With a nod, Six turned back toward the Lucky 38.
"Good. Let's head back to the penthouse. We've got a few things to discuss with House, and then we'll talk about your new position."
The rest of the group fell in line, and as they moved past the glittering lights of the Strip, the sound of Securitron guns firing began to fade, replaced by the hum of neon signs and the occasional shout from a nearby gambler or drunk tourist.
Six's plan had been executed flawlessly. The Omertas were out, and Gomorrah was now his—along with all the power and profit that came with it.
"You sure you wanna leave all that money on the table?"
Rebecca asked, casting a playful glance at Six.
"I mean, you pretty much own the Strip now. That's gotta count for something."
Six gave her a look, his smile sly.
"Oh, we'll make money. But it's about the bigger picture. You can't rule the Strip from a blackjack table, Rebecca. Not in the long run."
"And what's the long run?"
She asked, grinning up at him.
"The long run is Gomorrah, the Kings, and maybe even a few more casinos."
Six said, his gaze flickering to Cachino.
"But only if everyone plays by the rules."
Cachino let out a nervous laugh, trying to ease the tension, but he knew better than to push his luck.
As they reached the Lucky 38, Six's confidence radiated from him. The chaos he'd set in motion was under control, and New Vegas was on the cusp of being completely reshaped under his rule.
Suddenly a familiar ding! echoed in his mind, followed by a series of notifications flashing before his eyes.
[Quest Complete: How Little We Know][Objective: Kill Big Sal and Nero – Complete][Bonus Objective: Show the journal to Cachino and use it to blackmail him – Complete][Reward: 25,000,000 cap deposit in Gomorrah casino][Reward: Rare Silver-Tier Item – Pimp-Boy 3 Billion]
He glanced down at his wrist as his Pip-Boy suddenly shimmered and morphed, the once rugged and utilitarian design transforming into a gaudy, ostentatious masterpiece. Gold and silver plating covered every inch of it, encrusted with dazzling gemstones that reflected the vibrant lights of the Strip.
The Pimp-Boy 3 Billion was a sight to behold—almost ridiculous, yet undeniably luxurious.
Rebecca whistled low.
"Damn. That thing's flashier than a Chrome Samurai's jacket."
She smirked and poked at it.
"Gotta say, though, it suits you in a weird way. Mr. High Roller over here."
Six flexed his wrist, watching the gemstones catch the light.
"It's a little much, but hey, free upgrades."
Ding!
Another notification followed.
[Level Up!][Level 30]
He immediately allocated points, boosting UNARMED to 86. With all the superhuman enhancements he had, his hand-to-hand combat ability was already brutal—this would only make it deadlier.
For his perk, he scrolled through the options before settling on Implant GRX. The perk would allow him to activate a chemical-based time dilation, slowing down his surroundings while giving him extra reaction time.
[Perk Selected: Implant GRX]Your body can now utilize an advanced, self-synthesizing chem implant. Use it to slow time and make every second count!
Six clenched and unclenched his fists, already feeling the latent power of the perk settling into his system.
With that settled, Six adjusted the Pimp-Boy 3 Billion, feeling the weight of his new wealth and power settle comfortably on his shoulders.
New Vegas was his playground now.
And this was only the beginning.