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Revolution: Side Quests, pt. 1
Veronica had never really seen the appeal of Gomorrah, with its booze, chems, and prostitutes. Then again, she was an old-fashioned girl, not exactly given to over-indulgence. Though that week she’d spent with Christine in the Sierra Madre… it still made her blush to think about the things they’d done, in front of Vera’s corpse no less. She supposed she didn’t have much room to judge the NCR troopers drunkenly staggering out of the casino lobby.

She and Boone had dressed up for the mission. She’d swapped out for some pre-war relaxedware; he’d donned a trooper’s uniform (a “trophy” item that the Courier had nabbed in Nipton and stashed at the Novac motel room). The trooper’s fatigues were baggy enough to hide a 9mm pistol, while Veronica had a snubnosed .44 strapped to her thigh. Their ace in the hole was Rex, who would be damn near unkillable by anything the Omertas had.

They walked up to the front desk after being frisked for their weapons, introducing themselves as a couple, looking to spice up their love life a little. The concierge directed them to the Courtyard, to Joana - Gomorrah’s most capable (and subsequently popular) girl. Joana brought them to her working room, and that’s when they dropped the act.

“Sorry to disappoint you,” Veronica said, “But we’re not here for sex. We heard something big is about to go down with the Omertàs, and we need information.”

Joana, momentarily startled, quickly put away the sexy girl act. “Arcade sent you, didn’t he.”

“How do you know Arcade?” Boone quizzed, a perplexed expression evident even behind his sunglasses. “I heard he was…”

“Into men? Yes. That’s why he’s the perfect doctor for the girls here. He’s been treating us for a long time now - we all owe him favors for his work.” She took a deep breath. “I don’t know much. Some time ago, the Omertas brought in two specialists. One's a gun smuggler, I don't know what the other does. They've been slowly smuggling in weapons - no, I don't know where they're holding them."

"So where do we find these Specialists?" Veronica asked.

"Troike - that's the smuggler - spends most of his time in the lounge, either high or drunk. The other guy, Clanden, has his own suite on the suites level. Be careful, though, the Omertas might not like you poking around up there."

"Is there anyone else who might know anything about what's going on?" Boone asked.

Joana pursed her lips. "You might try talking to Cachino. He's the bosses' right hand man. Word is, though, that he's been involved in some shady dealings outside of the Family - you might lean on him to cough up some answers."

"Well then. To Cachino we go," Veronica remarked. "Huh, reminds me of a book I read once."