As Six and Rebecca strolled back toward Gomorrah, their pockets significantly heavier with winnings, the neon lights of the Strip reflected off their grinning faces.
"That was insane."
Rebecca chuckled, looping her arm around Six's.
"You really took those fancy-pants Ultra-Luxe bastards for everything they had. Think they'll try anything?"
Six smirked.
"They won't. Not unless they wanna admit they got hustled by a so-called rookie. The Tops might be sore about it, but the Ultra-Luxe? They'd rather sweep it under the rug than lose face."
Rebecca gave him a playful shove.
"Cheating at blackjack like a goddamn pro. My kinda man."
As they neared Gomorrah's entrance, the sound of raucous laughter and the faint scent of cheap cigars mixed with something more… illicit, filled the air. The Omertas' den of debauchery was as lively as ever, with gamblers throwing away their caps and women in revealing outfits enticing high rollers.
Stepping inside, Six immediately scanned the casino floor for his crew. Boone was leaning against a bar, arms crossed, ever the watchful sniper. Raul sat at a poker table, keeping up his old cowboy act, blending in seamlessly. Roger and the others were mingling, subtly gathering information as they played.
"Looks like they're still at it."
Six muttered.
Rebecca stretched, her body language relaxed but her sharp eyes scanning the crowd.
"So, what's the next move, big guy? We takin' this place for a ride too, or are we finally gonna get serious about these Omertas?"
Six's grin widened.
"Oh, we're gonna get serious. But first, let's see what my crew's dug up. Something tells me these bastards are up to more than just running a sleazy casino."
With that, they made their way toward Boone, ready to put the next phase of their plan into motion. Boone handed Six Cachino's journal, its worn pages filled with damning evidence of the Omertas' plans.
Roger had already ensured Cachino spilled everything to Mr. House's network. If the Family found out he had been working behind their backs, he was as good as dead.
Flipping through the pages, Six quickly skimmed over the details. The Omertas had indeed struck a deal with Caesar's Legion to launch an attack on the Strip.
Cachino had been overseeing the preparations, ensuring the right people had weapons, explosives, and access to key locations. It was the kind of inside job that could have turned the Strip into a bloodbath if left unchecked.
Six smirked.
"Well, looks like we've got everything we need."
He glanced at Cachino, who looked more than a little nervous.
"Hope you don't mind working for me now because going back to the Family isn't an option."
Cachino scoffed but didn't argue.
"Yeah, yeah. As long as I get to keep breathing, I'll do whatever I gotta do."
"Smart choice."
Boone muttered.
Now came the final step—getting this information directly to Mr. House.
To create an effective distraction, Six returned to Gomorrah and continued his "unlucky streak" at the gaming tables. After bankrupting the Ultra-Luxe and The Tops earlier, it didn't take long for him to draw attention again.
The casino staff was too focused on managing his wildly fluctuating luck to notice that his crew was using the commotion to smuggle Cachino out.
With the plan in motion, Six led his crew and Cachino away from the chaos inside Gomorrah. The distraction had worked perfectly—between the outrage over the massive winnings Six was racking up and the internal scrambling of the Omertas, security was too preoccupied to see them slipping out unnoticed.
Boone, Raul, Roger, and Rebecca formed a loose perimeter, keeping an eye out for any Omerta muscle that might catch on to what was happening. Cachino, still visibly shaken from revealing his secrets, hurried to keep pace with Six.
"You realize if they find out I talked, I'm dead."
Cachino muttered, adjusting his collar nervously.
"Not my problem."
Rebecca said flatly.
"But if you want to keep breathing, you better stick with us and follow our lead."
Cachino scowled but didn't argue. He knew he had no other choice.
Once clear of the casino, the team regrouped and made their way to the Lucky 38, where Six wasted no time in heading straight to Mr. House's penthouse suite. The Securitrons on duty let him pass without question, their robotic voices greeting him as "Mr VI."
Inside, the massive screen flickered to life, displaying Mr. House's calm yet calculating expression.
"Ah, my favorite troublemaker of the VI family."
House said smoothly.
"I assume you have something worth my time?"
Six tossed Cachino's journal onto the console.
"The Omertas were planning to betray you. They made a deal with the Legion to launch an attack on the Strip. This scumbag here was in charge of making sure everything was in place for the assault."
Mr. House wasted no time processing the information. As soon as he saw the journal, his tone shifted from curiosity to cold calculation.
"Interesting. The Omertas… those foolish degenerates actually thought they could betray me? How tedious. I assume you've dealt with this problem?"
"Nearly bankrupted Gomorrah just to cause enough of a mess to get Cachino out. Figured you'd want to take it from here."
Mr. House nodded, his tone carrying a hint of approval.
"Well played. I will handle the Omertas from here. With this information, I can ensure their plans never come to fruition."
He paused, then added.
"You've done the Strip a great service today, Six. As always, your family proves to be a valuable asset."
Six leaned against the console, arms crossed.
"Figured you'd want to take care of this yourself. In return, I want the Gomorrah for my family."
Mr. House's robotic face flickered on the screen.
"Deal. With this, I can neutralize the Omertas before their plan even begins, and fill in the power vacuum."
The Securitrons stationed in Gomorrah were already receiving new orders. Within minutes, House would ensure the Omertas were no longer a threat to New Vegas.
House's gaze shifted back to Six.
"Once again, you've proven your family indispensable. The Strip remains secure because of your actions."
Six gave a casual shrug.
"Just another day in paradise."
With that, the deal was done. The Omertas' betrayal was neutralized before it could begin, and House now made Six the owner of Gomorrah. Not a bad way to spend the evening.
As they left the Lucky 38, Rebecca wrapped an arm around Six's waist.
"So… now that we're rich and not actively being shot at, how about we celebrate?"
Six grinned.
"Now that, I can get behind."