Chapter 18d: This Is The House, You Get What You Give
Alright, I'm in the suites. Now to find Christine.

Wow, no shit? Thanks for the help, genius.

Shit, I guess Dean's plan worked.


Great, more holograms. At least I can fight the ghost people, these things are fucking invincible.

That... sounds like Christine.

I think that's Vera Keyes.

These fucking holograms, it's like she's a ghost now.

It would be awfully strange if the ghost of Vera starting shooting at me, so let's just get the fuck out of there.

I'll never look at radios the same way after this.

What do we have here?


That's what I like to see.

And there's another hologram, walking around exactly where I need to go.

I think I've found the cure for what ails me.

And now I'm a friend.







Jesus.

Get some rest, Vera.

It's almost over.

This must be the main suite.

Hope no one minds if I take some of these.

Christine, you're looking... ominous.

You sound just like Vera now.


Fuck everything about this place.
So now that you've got a voice again, do you mind explaining how you ended up here?


I don't plan on it.

He seems a little too cautious to just come running after me.
How long have you been chasing him?

By settle it, you mean kill him.

This sounds more personal than a simple hit job.


Have you ever gotten this close to him?


The Big Empty, huh? Sounds like foreshadowing to me.

Who?

A courier? Weird.


Wait a minute.
This can't be the same courier who knew about me back in Primm, can it?

Son of a BITCH. I need to find this fucker before he finds me.
First things first, though. We need to deal with Elijah.

I need to head down to the vault now.

And then this happened.

You are just the worst at telling me things I can figure out on my own, old man.

Dean's plan is going to work after all, it seems.

I've figured out how to open the vault.

You need to speak a passcode into the security system. It will recognize Vera's voice.

I don't know. This place feels more like a bunker than a casino.

Elijah's not here for the cheddar, that much is clear.
I guess Sinclair built all of this to keep Vera safe.



This place is a deathtrap. He could have been gunned down by his own security.

Let's do this.

I'll be back before long.

Elijah won't, though.

Okay, could this place have looked any more sinister?

I guess I'm going the long way around.

Built to last.

There are speakers. Fucking. EVERYWHERE.

And more invincible holographic security.

That looks like an important computer. I could be sneaky, try to redirect some of these holograms and avoid the speakers...
But I think I'm just going to sprint straight there.

Not what I was expecting exactly, but...
Why the hell would Sinclair demand that the vault lock itself from the outside?

Was he more worried about something getting out than getting in?

There's enough warnings to prevent it happening, of course, but I really don't have much choice at this point.

Looks like I'll soon know what it was like for Dog to be stuck in the cage.

Of course his cage didn't look nearly so opulent.


Sinclair, I'm starting to think you may have been just a little bit full of yourself.

...And the vault locked itself behind me. Weird.

Well fuck me sideways, there's actually treasure down here.

Elijah's not here for you, though. I still don't know what he wants, but it's not wealth.

How many people were lured here to their deaths looking for this? I bet some would say this gold is cursed.
I'm not that superstitious, but this belongs in the old world where it came from.

Alright, one for the road.

So now security is disabled for good. That should unlock the main terminal.

And this was not at all what I was expecting.






God da
mn it.

You are the last person I want to talk to right now.

Stupid old fuck, how do you think you're talking to me right now? I'm IN the vault already.
Are you done hiding yet?

That's what this casino is good at, apparently.

More like YOU couldn't let go.

You've got a lot to answer for.

Motherfucker, I'm here BY ACCIDENT. And what you've done to me is nothing compared to what you've done to others.

You've got a very strange sense of morality. What the fuck do you even want from this place?



So you're just a typical egomaniac, then.

Yeah I don't know what the fuck is up with this cloud.

"Clean" is not the word I would use to describe this place.

Invincible death machines are proper to you?

Oh right, I forgot for a second that you were a fucking lunatic.

Anything else on your shopping list? You've got a fortress, an immortal army, and a biological weapon of mass destruction. You're ready to conquer the world.



Not going to argue that, those things were da
mn handy.



Too bad for you I'll never let that happen.



How do you mean?


The way Christine tells it, you're no different.

Countering insanity with insanity, then?

Until the collar comes off and I beat you to death with my bare hands.

Oh hell no.

You ultradick.


I DIDN'T FOLLOW ANY FUCKING-
Okay, you know what? You win. You've got me dead to rights.
You've been waiting for so long, do you really want to stay away from your prize any longer?

It's already been different. You said it yourself, the collars worked.


I just. Want. To leave.

You've still got the collar, right? That was always your fallback plan anyway.


Looking forward to it.

Alright, there's no way in hell he's letting me leave alive.

And without a word he activates the security again.

PLEASE HURRY CHRISTINE.

THANK YOU, I'M WORKING ON IT.

Turrets are down, old man. It's just you and me.

DON'T YOU RUN AWAY FROM ME.

THIS IS FOR DOG.

THIS IS FOR EVERYONE YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE OF AND MURDERED.

AND THIS...

THIS IS FOR actually I can't think of anymore reasons to beat you to death.

Shit, it would have been really cool to have a line there.

Don't really have time to worry about it, though. My collar is beeping like a motherfucker and the vault is falling apart.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, come on I can make it.

Fuck you, fucking stairs.

I'm almost there, COME ON.

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-



























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Wait a moment. Before you go, I... we... hope you've enjoyed your stay. Farewells can be a time of sadness -- letting go, difficult. As a guest of the Sierra Madre, you know that truth more than anyone. Frederick Sinclair believed that one's life could be made anew every day, that fortunes were more than the wealth in your hands. Love, life, family, those to care for and those who will care for you: to those who know these joys, the Sierra Madre holds little they don't already have. Out in the world, beyond these walls, that is your chance to begin again. I hope that you will return in happier times. Until then, the Sierra Madre, and I, will hold you in our hearts.