Chapter 540 - Casino Royale

"Processing."

"Can't we just blow up the doors to stop the Ghosts from entering?" Veronica asks while getting ready to fight yet another horde.​​

Afton shakes his head and continues firing, "Not if you want to remain on the Holograms good books... Even as Bodyguards, I doubt firing explosives and causing massive property damage is within our limitations.

"Processing."

Dean himself had started shooting along with the rest of the group, but, the number of Ghosts coming through the doors was getting larger and larger every second that passed. In a couple minutes, they'd be completely overrun.

A stray Ghost stumbles in with a spear in hand and absentmindedly throws it at Dean... The spear flies through the air as everyone follows it with anxious looks on their faces...

*SUUKHH!*

The spear finds its target and hits Dean in the arm, the spear going straight through his bicep and causing him to fall backwards with a strangled yell.

"Confirmed. Targets designated." the hologram guardsman suddenly says just as Dean is injured, holding up it's arms against its head and light begins gathering...

*PEEEEWW!*

A laser blasts out and strikes a Ghost in the chest, instantly disintegrating a large portion of it... This is quickly followed by the other holographic guards in the room who'd joined the fray, all launching a bombardment of lasers at the Ghosts.

If that wasn't enough, turrets pop out of the roof and begin firing a litany of ballistic and energy projectiles at the unfortunate Ghoul, causing any that enter to get instantly annihilated.

Afton holsters his weapon as he sees them and quickly heads to Dean, injecting some Med X into the Ghoul's arm to alleviate the pain slightly. "You alright?"

"URRGH! Of course bloody not!! I've got a great big spear lodged in my arm!" he exclaims while holding his shoulder still, not daring to move his injury.

Afton nods and looks at the spear, scowling at its design... He doubted the Ghosts were smart enough to create something like this... The spearhead was barbed, and parts of the handle were mangled enough that it'd be difficult to pull out, it was as if it were designed to cause as much damage as possible.

Shaking his head, he pulls out his Ultra Chainsaw and quickly cuts the spear up before extracting it. Following that up with a Stimpack to clot the wound and begin the healing process. "Alright, that should be enough." he adds as he's bandaging the wound.

Dean growls, "Damned Holograms. Sinclaire held no expense on everything except their programming. I wonder if I really had to get injured for them to do anything." he spits, obviously still in pain.

Afton pulls him to his feet, "At least they're doing something now though... If you hadn't orchestrated this then the whole Casino would be overrun by now..."

Dean smirks, "Praise me anymore and I might think that you're hitting on me." he says before turning around and heading deeper into the Casino.

"Where are you going!?" Veronica yells after him.

Dean shrugs, "To get a drink." he grouses.

Afton glances at everyone else and shrugs, "We can discuss our plans after we sit down I guess." he says before following Dean.

Dean had already pulled out a barstool and made himself comfortable while he orders his drink... The holographic waitress wasn't actually able to make anything, so instead, a complex set of machines mixed his cocktail for him.

After around ten seconds, a Martini with an olive stuck in it is slid in front of him. "Drinks are on the house Mr Domino." the Hologram states.

Dean just nods and takes a sip, afterwards eating the olive. Afton sits down next to him and takes his helmet off, ordering himself a drink as the rest of the group get comfortable. Though, even now they could still hear the Casino's security systems fighting off the Ghosts.

Dean looks at the waitress and gestures at the group, "Drinks are on me." he shamelessly says, taking advantage of the fact all his expenses were covered under the contract he'd signed two hundred years ago with Sinclaire.

Afton shrugs, "Err, we're in Mexico so, get me some Tequila shots."

"Wine for me, and water for these two." Veronica says, gesturing at Christine and Anja. It probably wouldn't be a good idea to have them drinking. Anja's blood was currently like 50% pain killer, and Christine's throat was still fresh from having been cut apart, scrapped out, and damaged. Drinking alcohol would probably have her silently screaming on the floor in pain.

Afton smiles to himself as his shots come out, a small packet of salt and some lime slices. This brought him a great deal of nostalgia. This was his preferred method of getting shit faced in his previous world, and now having this stuff set out before him had him reminiscing like an old man.

As always, you follow the 'procedure'... Lick salt, drink shot, suck lime. It wasn't exactly pleasant, but the add ons took your mind off of the terrible flavour of the cactus alcohol. Once done he glances at his companions and leans on the bar to address them, but not before blocking Elijah's connection to their collars. "Alright, what's the plan guys? I personally want to find where the Cloud control system is, if it exists... But I doubt that'll be an easy or efficient thing to accomplish." he explains.

Dean glances at them, "I for one want to stop HIM from getting the 'treasure' Sinclaire supposedly hid here. Whatever it is, letting that madman get it doesn't sit right with me."

Veronica and Christine nods, "For all we know, the Cloud control system might be the treasure... I think stopping Elijah should be our top priority. We can work on escaping this place after."

Afton nods, agreeing with them. If Elijah gained control of the Cloud, the first thing he'd do is use the ventilation system to drown the group in it. After that, he'd spread it around the world, threatening all those who don't comply with his terms with annihilation...