"So... remind me again why you think we should let you see the boss?" The guard asked with a skeptical amusement, with a grin that said he was enjoying making this crazy out-of-towner keep repeating himself.
Benjamin didn't sign or groan, but instead stood up straighter, adjusted his tie with one hand, and started the explanation again, his voice slightly fuzzy through the gas mask. "I'm an aspiring businessman from out west with a healthy supply of caps looking to find a suitable venture to invest my money in. I've heard about the kind of business you people do here so I want to see your boss and find out if we can't work out an arrangement."
"Right, right, investing your caps..." He trailed off, looking Benjamin up and down with a look that showed his real question to be, "What caps?"
"I don't have them on me," Benjamin quickly clarified. "They would weigh too much to travel. And be incredibly bulky and inconvenient. Plus I also like to keep my caps diversified into a healthy spread of physical assets like ammo, food, animals, the like. And yes, investing. I give you some of my caps with a contract agreement for a repayment down the road. If I give you fifty caps to sell iguana-on-a-stick, that's an investment. When you make a hundred caps and pay me back seventy, that's the repayment. It's simple business practice. Businesses don't run on good will."
He was leaving some stuff out, of course. And mentally he was scrambling to figure out who he could con, deal, beg, or sell to in order to get the kind of caps he'd been considering investing. But they didn't need to know that, and their boss didn't need to know that. The only one who needed to know that was Benjamin. The guards didn't seem to be buying it still (Which, is sort of expected if they're only guards and not higher-up in the organization), so Benjamin prepared to launch into another explanation when the gunfire started.
The guards looked in the direction of the screams and gunshots, looked at each other, and ran towards the noise. Benjamin waiting a half second and then followed out of curiosity. Major safety hazards would severely limit the amount he'd invest in this place. And their pet giant Super Mutant about to be running loose qualified as a major safety hazard. Did they really have no back up plan beyond annoy the beast with small arms fire? "See, this is the kind of thing that you think about when you need to pay someone back so stuff like this doesn't happen," He mused as one hand dropped to his waist and pawed at his belt before he remembered that his gun was being held at the entrance of Seaworld. The entrance that was on the other side of the Arena. The entrance that he'd after to get around Shamu's rampage to reach.
He was about to join the visitors in running like madman, but first he crossed his arms over his chest, watching the chaos, letting out a huff through the gas mask and saying to himself, "Well they won't be getting much of my investment money if this is how they run things."