After a few minutes, the group arrived back at the safe house. Frank looked around for Luke. "Luke, we're home! We got a possible location for Kellogg."
Voronov heads straight for the stairs, heading up and getting suited up. She slipped on a vest from one of her bags, a standard issue one meant to stop small caliber ammunition. Then, she slips on another set of webbing and magazine pouches. She grabs her RPKS and some magazines for it, sliding them into the pouches on her waist. She grabs a few more mags for her pistol as well, slipping those into a pouch on her thigh. She also grabs another set of webbing, as well as her AKM and some magazines for it.
Minutes later, she returns back downstairs, ready to go. "Might want to get loaded up, Frank." she says, walking over and standing next to him. She offers the other webbing, AKM, and magazines to Rodney. "A gift." she says with a smile.
Voronov has Rodney taken by surprise, yet again. "Shiiit, you serious? What I do to deserve this?" he says, while taking her gift.
(hey doom i was still firing at sniperoni you shit what happened)
"That Makarov can only do so much. Trust me, I know." she says, rocking a mag into her weapon.
"Point made."
Rodney puts on the webbing, and he slams a mag into the AKM and cocks it. "Now we're talkin'!"
[So what's happening with Julia I thought I was climbing up a fire escape to get to the sniper but a car pulled in front of me trying to shield me? Should I continue with trying to get to the sniper?]
[Just go to the safe house]
[Okay then] After arriving at the safe house, Julia walks back upstairs, a little shook up from watching Kevin's last moments. She takes out the paper with a phone number that Kevin gave her. After she puts in the number, she takes a deep breath, and calls. [Svinnik better explain this because I have no idea who I'm calling]
Luke came through the bar and saw all of them come back. "Location? How'd you do that?"
George threw down his M60 onto the bar after getting back, sitting down heavily. "First day. Fuckin' Christ." He then turned to Luke after he sauntered in. "Well, WE didn't, instead we got ambushed by a bunch of fuckin' teen gook shitheads, and Pillsbury got fucking killed."
Voronov glances over, and notices the blood oozing from where George's left ear used to be. "Looks like you almost got killed yourself." she says, walking over and examining the wound. There was a towel at the end of the bar, so she reaches over and grabs it before handing it to him.
[QUOTE]"Location? How'd you do that?"[/QUOTE]
"You ever been to New York? You learn to be a real people person there."
[QUOTE]"Well, WE didn't, instead we got ambushed by a bunch of fuckin' teen gook shitheads, and Pillsbury got fucking killed."[/QUOTE]
"Kevin died? Can't say I'm surprised. He didn't seem cutout for this line of work." Frank turned his attention back to Luke "I got a place called Great Naga. Ever heard of it?"
"Tovarish Kevin is no longer with us then?" Asked Viktor as he sat down with his Vintorez in his lap.
"I haven't." Luke crossed his arms. "If that's the real deal then we need to gather ourselves and call our client's allies."
"Who are you gonna call? And the answer better not contain the word busters."
Luke shook his head and ignored Frank's sense of humor. "Where you followed? Tell me what happened during the search parties." Luke walked over find a phone beside the counter. Dialing the number.
"I don't know. Ask Viktor or Voronov. They we're the lookouts. George, were you guys followed?"
"I didn't see anyone following us. Don't know if they followed the other team." said Voronov. She sets the towel in front of George, before walking back over and standing next to Frank, Rodney, and Viktor.
"Alright then, then where did you get the location info from? A mook? What did you do with him?"
...
Several men in casual clothes wandered to the docks. Weapons that varied from small pistols to assault rifles.
"Two of the foremen attacked us. The third one gave up what he knew after I applied some presure on him. Viktor knocked him out. "
A deep voice answers the phone, "Hey dad, you're calling a bit early. How's Sanskirt?"
Luke then stood and gritted his teeth, he turned to Frank. "You left him there?!"
...
The men immediately unloaded their rounds at the Establishment, several grenades were thrown. As bullet hole already imprinted the area. Luke ran to cover and blind fired.
"[I][B]SHIT![/B][/I]" Voronov blurted out, darting for the bar. She vaulted over it, and dropped down behind. She flipped the bipod and stock out on her RPKS, before propping it on the bar and firing back.
Frank ducked behind cover. "Damn it. Should have killed him. Rookie mistake." he though as bullets whizzed by. He took out his gun and blind fired.
Viktor tackled Rodney as the metal from a rifle flared up in the sunlight. A bullet grazed his shoulder.
"Cyka! Hostiles!" He flipped a table and fired two salvos from his VSS, letting out a hissing-like sound.
"[B]SHIT, NIGGA! SHIT! MOTHERFUCKIN-[/B]" Rodney screamed as he scrambled into cover and started firing his AKM in the general direction of the bad guys. "Eat lead, niggas!"
George kicks up off of his seat on hearing gunshots, grabbing his M60 and firing his 1911 wildly into the direction of the shots, [b]"AIN'T I GOT ENOUGH FUCKIN' SHIT TO DEAL WITH TODAY YOU FUCKIN' GOOKS?"[/b]
Voronov glances over, and notices Frank is nearby behind cover.
"Comrade! Follow me! Lets get to high ground and gun these fuckers down!" she yells over to him, as she motions towards the stairs.
[QUOTE=Svinnik;49700221]A deep voice answers the phone, "Hey dad, you're calling a bit early. How's Sanskirt?"[/QUOTE]
Julia sighs, "Hello there, um, are... are you Kevin's son?"
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