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It was crowded at the Red Rocket Alex had turned into her home.
Charon hated crowded areas, let alone crowded areas where there wasn’t enough room to make a quick get away. He wanted to get out, to get away. To get back to the shack he had built right outside the building.
To just get to sleep. Charon didn’t need sleep, not really. He and Alex had both been fitted with cybernetics, and they didn’t really need much of anything.
At the moment, he wished he did. At least it would give him an excuse to leave. Instead, he shifted slightly, from foot to foot, in the corner of the room, keeping watch. He trusted Alex, trusted her completely. But it didn’t mean he was any less nervous about her safety.
She was drunk, and that made him anxious. She almost never drank, not since the early days, not since after her dad’s death. And even then, it was med-x that was her main vice.
But tonight, Boone had arrived, finally arriving from Vegas, with Benny in tow. Alex had been thrilled.
Charon had not.
He liked Boone. Military man, like he had been pre-war, dealing with his pain, quiet, devoted to Alex. He had no problem with him. He would have been happy, had it just been him.
But he’d had to drag Benny along as well. Charon had been thrilled that they had left that sleazebag behind to run New Vegas. He’d been sick of the bastard. A rat who would betray Alex again at the drop of a hat. A rat who she was inexplicably fond of. A rat who she was currently curled up next to, laughing at one of his jokes.
Something caught Charon’s eye. The twitch of one of the party goers eyes. The slight movement of his hand.
Charon’s bullet hit him between the eyes, just as he pulled his gun.