Unfortunately, it seems as though it only managed to last a month before the RP entered yet another standstill. Now, I'll be committing this post to all the events of the Discord, set one month after the events in this thread.
[QUOTE=The Abridged OP][video=youtube;BJ7NVjZ-Eyg]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BJ7NVjZ-Eyg[/video]
Welcome to Sanskirt, your personal haven. Your wretched hive to serve your own damn needs. Here you may think it's another corrupt city for the taking. It isn't. Sanskirt is its own nation of groups running their own businesses. Thailand is still a populated area and there's a lot of organizations you are willing to compete in order to gain control.
Triads, Sandy Cops, Russian Mafias around the corner. Since the 60s has it been remade into some corrupt paradise. It's 1984 now. The golden age has come. People are willing to do everything to get made and find their own riches. Reasonable goals for assholes without a dream. In the city you can practically do whatever you want and roam around as much as you like. But don't expect people to look the other away and think you're tough shit.
In Sanskirt there's always work going around and if you ever need a quick buck stop by at some reliable dealer and get hooked up with a job. It might take awhile before you get somewhere but it'll be worth it when you got a yacht all to yourself. But be weary, sometimes even your own personal friends can be your personal enemies one day. Greed is a bitch.
Even though it's already been a month Oceania Bay Trade is always looking for new talent to fill the empty slots. In this city you need friends and allies to get around and help you. Or you can go lone wolf, your call. In Oceania Bay, when midnight dawns we hunt and get paid. We're Bay Dogs.
Do you understand? Good.
Now pack up your bags and shift out. Good luck.
You need it.
Current Players:
Frank Casteliogne - kilerabv
Viktor "Sokol" Novakov - Viper123_SWE
Kevin Stadler ([highlight]DECEASED[/highlight]), Ari Stadler - Svinnik
Rodney "Biggie D" McGregor - NightmareX91
Maj. Svetlana Voronov, Axel Bötticher - Infab
Johnny Hobs ([highlight]ABANDONED[/highlight]), Poisonous Serpent - Sheepayy
Julia 'Scar' Curie - Otterman
David Jones Miller - NitronikALT
The Shadow - joshuadim
"Mack" - F T
Zhang Yuhan/Tiang Gekhan - Griffster26
Former Players:
Mikhail Menshov - Radley
Aleksy Kijek - Deathgrunt
George Barrett - SniperComZero
Mikhail 'Misha' [?] - Jintei
Slade Hall- dale_uk_scout[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=The Prologue]It's only been a month since the Million Dollar Gun contract.
Since then things have been a bit different. Some have moved on while others were keen on staying for the upcoming money. The men and women of the Oceania Bay Trade nevertheless worked for their superiors back in Miami. The Establishment since the attack was still getting repaired, just going slowly. With Kellogg and his crew dead the Benitos cleaned house and thanked the Bay Trade for their assist, promising a reward down the line.
Meanwhile throughout Sanskirt, conflict between the Russians and the Yakuza rose as locals spoke in hushed rumors about a war coming about. Whether or not others would take sides was up to them. A boat slowly proceeded to the edge of the docks. A man alongside a crate hopped out, huddling the container. He barged down the entrance overlooking the bar. So far the rooms were still being repaired. He set the crate aside and sighed. He pulled out a letter, setting it aside for the others to see if they were here already.
The message read:
'The Benito Family gives its regards for dealing with Kellogg. Here's $100,000 in cash. I'm sure you know how to split the money otherwise you wouldn't have done such a good job in teamwork. I'll be around Sanskirt downtown. There's more work to be done in the future. '
- Luke[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=kilerabv]Frank rose from his bed after he heard the door downstaris. The last month was boring beyond belief. Even with the rumors of a war going. Big players moving meant that the smaller ones were going to stand back and wait. Some were roaming around, but not enoug to for him to keep himself ocupied. He read the note 'Fucking hurry up then.' he thaught.
"Guys! We got money!"[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Infab]Voronova snapped awake, springing up in bed with her Makarov in hand. Her breathing heavy, hair matted, cold sweat running down her face. After a few moments, she realized where she was. Still in Sanskirt, thankfully. Just another morphine nightmare. She sighed, running a hand through her hair and straightening it out as she looked down at the Makarov her other hand. She then noticed something about it that made her chuckle slightly. The safety was still on. She couldn't have shot anything with it if she tried.
She slipped the Makarov back under her pillow, then slid out of bed and got dressed in her usual clothes. Cargos, t-shirt, jacket, boots. Inside the inner pocket of her jacket, her other pistol. The PB. Her rifles sat in the corner next to her cot. All loaded, as usual, but it had been quiet lately since had taken out Kellogg a few weeks back. Well, besides talk of the local Russian mob and the Yakuza. A gang war might actually work in her favor, if it flushes out her target. So far, she hadn't seen any trace of him. Dimitri still claimed he was here, so she was still stuck here till he was eliminated. She then heard Frank's voice from downstairs, shouting something about money. "Finally, we get paid." she muttered, heading downstairs.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=kilerabv]Frank noticed Voronova coming down. "Good morning." He pointed to the note. "We got 100K for the last job."[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Infab]"A hundred thousand, eh?" responded Voronova, stepping over and reading over the note that had been left. Useful if they needed to buy new equipment...or blow on menial shit like booze or hookers (like she knew some of them probably would.) "A good investment would be a proper vehicle." she said, setting the note back down and looking at the crate of cash. "The Jeep got shot up a bit, if I recall."[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=kilerabv]"The note said to split em, so we should probably do that.But if Mikhail still doesnt fix that shit heap after getting the money, I'll bash him over the head with the vodka bottle." He went behind the bar and dug around for a bit. "Coffee?"[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Infab]"Please. Black." she said, with a nod. She strolled over and sat on one of the bar stools, pulling her long black hair up into a pony tail and tying it off.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=joshuadim, the first new player,]In another part of Sanskirt... Pradchapet wakes up to the sound of his alarm clock buzzing. Sitting up, he breathes calmly as he makes his way to the bathroom on the other side of his small, but moderatly well furnised apartment, smack in the center of the city with a nice view of the business sector below. He washes his face and does his daily morning routine on the porcelain throne before heading to his work desk and pulling out his daily planner. "Buy groceries, do bills, buy cat litter, get a con-"; before he finishes reading, his feline companion, Mali, jumps on his lap, purring and asking for attention. Pradchapet smiles and pets her while continuing to read today's schedule: "...get a contract, plan routes, obtain tools, etc.". He closes his book and stands up, heading to his wardrobe to get dressed in his attire for today: a silk black business suit, a blue undershirt, black silk business pants and a silk cream coloured tie. He heads for the door, but not before leaving some food for Mali in her bowl, and leaves.
Pradchapet takes the elevator downstairs, to the main lobby, to start his day fresh. Putting on his black aviators, he exits the building and is immediately greeted with the sounds and smells of the city. He walks three blocks west to make his way to the local grocery store, run by an elderly lady that he supports with by buying her produce. On his shopping list, he looks for apples, bananas, lettuce, avacados, ramen, fresh cut pork, and a couple cans of wet cat food [Mali loves the tuna flavour]. He heads for the elderly lady at the cashier, exchanges some small talk, and pays for his produce. He heads then for the small family owned pet store about another block away. He buys a package of clay based litter and then heads home. Upon arriving, he leaves Mali a can to eat from and heads for his desk. He checks off groceries and cat litter from the to-do list for today. He then promptly kneels under his desk to view his safe, and opens it with his specifically memorized 5 number combination to reveal lobs of cash sitting in there. He takes a small stack of around $1500 and closes the safe. He exits his apartment and heads upstairs to his landlord and hands him the cash for bills. Another item checked off his list.
He takes a look at the next item of the list: "Get a contract". This one made him stop in his tracks. No one has been looking for his services for a couple months now, and his cash reserves are starting to run low. He needs to find something, ANYTHING. He pondered in his seat, until finally deciding to visit one of his known hotspots for contract givers. He quickly exits his apartment and heads for the slums. Specifically, he looks for one of the many bars that have been set up there, the Golden Dragon as it's called. Upon entering, the fumes of tobacco and heroine immediately hit his face, nearly causing him to gag. However, he kept his compuser as he continued onward, taking a seat at the bar. He orders a Piña Colada, a refreshing beverage at this time of morning, while waiting for his usual contract broker. About 30 minutes pass before he arrives, meeting Pradchapet at the bar stool next to him. "There are rumours swirling around about the Yakuza and the Russians. Something's coming, and when it does, I'm sure you'll get plenty of requests. But for now, enjoy the peace.", the broker told him as he left for the gambling room in the back. Pradchapet, somewhat frustrated, finishes his drink, tips the barkeeper and leaves.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Viper123_SWE]Viktor appeared seemingly out of nowhere and walked up to Frank and Voronova. "I think that the money would be best invested into this house." He examined his knife as he sharpened it while glancing at his two colleagues. "What is the point of this work if we're living like slumrats?"[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Infab]"I've lived in worse, comrade. This is decent." said Voronova, glancing over to Viktor. She glanced down to the knife in his hands. "...if you keep sharpening that, there won't be a knife left. It looks as if it could already split hairs."[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=kilerabv]"Alright" While the coffee was preparing, Frank couldnt help but think about what let them into this. "Did we ever get a final count on Kellog's goons?"[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Viper123_SWE]Viktor looked at Voronova and chuckled. He pointed the edge of the blade in her general direction. "Thank you for your concern comrade but I know my gear the best, just like you know your gear." He slid the knife into its sheath and crossed his arms.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Infab]"Right." said Voronova, raising an eyebrow. She glanced back to Frank. "Rough guess, about 14 guys. Not including Kellogg."[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=NightmareX91]Rodney raises his head from his pillow and checks the time, letting out a grunt before he rolls out of bed and hits the floor. With how boring the last month has been, his will to get out of bed has been decreasing as each day passes.
He slowly rises to his feet, performs some stretches, puts some pants on, and then he stumbles over to the window and looks up at the sky, spotting a couple of birds.
"Birds.... fuck you."[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=The plot]The nearby house phone suddenly rang by the bar counter, springing into action.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=kilerabv]"Could have sworn we ranked it to 20 when the car rolled in." The phone ringing caught his attention. Frank picked it up. "Hello?"[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=doomevil]"Ey! I heard this was Miami's foreign operation in here. Listen, some shitheads have took over my laundry building. Smashing place up. Good target practice and quick money. 52439 Baht a hit. Interested?"[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=kilerabv]"As long as you can pay." Frank said while writing down the adress.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=doomevil]"Good good. It will be located at จาระบีและสครับ, Grease and Scrub. Soi Buppha"[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=kilerabv]"Anything else? What these guys are packing? How many of them are? Anything?"[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=doomevil]"These street little shits. Five of them, two carrying pistols and three wielding some baseball bat. Look like in early twenties. Stealing some of my 'shipment' at the basement. They should be easy, you professional yes?"[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=kilerabv]"Should be fine. We'll send someone right over." Frank hung up and looked at Voronova and Viktor. "We got work."[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=NightmareX91]Rodney heads down the stairs and enters the kitchen to get a glass of water. At the moment, he's way too tired to acknowledge anyone else who's awake.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Infab]"What's the job?" asked Voronova, having watched him speak to whomever was on the other end of the phoneline. She glanced over to see Rodney coming from the stairwell. He looked like he was still half asleep, so she didn't bother with him. "Street thugs or professionals?" she asked, returning her attention to Frank.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=kilerabv]"Its thugs." He started to pour himself and Vornonova coffee."Punks with more balls than brains from the sound of it. At least two of them have pistols. The rest are looking to swing bats around."[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Infab]Better than nothing, really. "Ah. So no need for big guns." she said, tilting her head a bit before drinking some of the coffee. Strong. Colombian brew. She swirled it around in the cup gently. "Better question. Do we kill them, or just teach them a lesson?" she asked, glancing up from the cup.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=NightmareX91]"Fuck's the difference?" he says while yawning. He gulps down the water and stretches again. "Lessons all forgotten by the time they next jack it to some dog-faced chick."[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=kilerabv]"They didnt specify. So I guess its up to us. Personally, I'm with Rodney on this one. Too dumb to learn and I am getting bored and been losing practice."[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=The plot]Meanwhile at Big Perun
Artyom along with his friend Viktor were dwelling in their thoughts while the grandfather clock swung its pendulum, driving Viktor close to insanity.
“[Calm yourself. Have a smoke, nothing to worry about.]”
Viktor exhaled through his nose, opening his eyes while he rose from his chair. “[How can you fucking sit there and act like Konoye isn't going to take the shot?]” He raised his arm, gesturing outwards while Artyom shook his head, blowing smoke out throat hole before placing the cigarette into the ashtray.
“[Konoye wouldn't just send three Japs and start shooting up our place in Bahna. Too loud and exposing for him.]” Artyom raised a hand, eyes squinted, leaning against his leather chair. Viktor gritted his teeth. “[Artyom, those bitches fucked with us! Us!]” He pointed to himself and Artyom.
Artyom slammed a fist onto the table “[Enough! Me, Rusanov, Vlad, and Zhenya will speak of this at Big Ngan Plaza with the Yakuza.]” He then leaned forward, eying Viktor viciously. “[Because someone has the brains of a fuckin monkey to disrupt the peace.]”
“[And if we don't find this shitbag?]” Viktor asked, tilting his head. Artyom sighed, avoiding his partner.
“[Hell between us and them will break loose.]”[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=joshuadim]Meanwhile... Pradchapet walks around the city for a while, lost in thought. Angered by the current situation. He wants a contract... no, needs a contract. Lest he be bored out of his mind. As he walked, he muttered a few curses and blasphemies at his current situation.
Pradchapet then makes his way home, taking off everything except his boxers and lies down on his bed to turn on the TV to a cheap Thai Soap Opera that he somewhat enjoys. Mali jumps onto the bed to join him and lies down next to his feet.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Infab]"Fine with me." said Voronova, taking another drink of her coffee before setting the cup down on the bar. She checked the outside pockets of her jacket, to make sure the Walkman she had bough two weeks ago was still in there. Of course it was, on the right side, along with its headphones. Good. She planned to check and see if any of the local shops around sold music cassettes. Hopefully they had some Rolling Stones albums.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=kilerabv]Frank finished off his coffee and went upstairs. When he came back down he was with beretta holstered . Like last time, he had a kevlar vest under his white shirt and a jacked over that. "Ready to go when you are."[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Otterman]Julia woke up on the floor. She's only been sleeping for 1 hour every day for the past week. Getting leads and connecting the dots trying to figure out who killed her master. She scratches her frizzy hair, and walks downstairs. Her eyes are baggy and dark, along with the rest of her body language. She notices Frank and the rest, "Good... morning," she groans, wobbling from side to side.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=kilerabv]"Well, good morning to you too. You ok?"[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Otterman]"mmmmemmmghmme"[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Infab]Voronova looked over at Julia, who looked horrible. It reminded her of herself back during the early 70s, though she had been taking morphine injections and was going through the extreme withdrawl stages out in the jungles of Vietnam. She figured Julia was going through something else entirely, though. "Coffee?" she asked, motioning to the cup in front of her. "Its fresh. Frank made it."[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Otterman]Julia nods her head and motions her hand in acceptance. She takes the cup and slowly sips. Sloshing it around in her mouth then swallows. "... Tastes like dirt... like all coffee." Julia pauses then drinks some more.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=kilerabv]"Hey, nobody complained when I made coffee back in Nam. Besides. Luke is too cheap to buy good coffee"[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Infab]"Eh, tastes fine to me. Its pretty strong, though." commented Voronova, looking back down into her own cup.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Otterman]"Any uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh stuff? Y'know," Julia waves her hand around, "... jobs." she snaps her fingers.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=NightmareX91]Rodney goes for another glass of water. He seems to be more awake now. "Thugs need fucking up, that's all." he mutters to Julia.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Otterman]".........................."
"... alright"[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=NightmareX91]He continues, "Two with guns, three with bats, in a laundromat. Simple job, but beats doing fuck all for another fucking month."[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Otterman]"Do you say fuck every sentence and if so is that on purpose to be hip and cool or because of your limited vocabulary?" she finishes her coffee, placing the empty cup on a counter near her, "Perhaps both?" then proceeds to walk upstairs.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=NightmareX91]Rodney grunts as she passes. "Your point is...?"[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Infab]Voronova watched Julia walk off upstairs, then looked to Rodney. "She's running on fumes. Best to just let it go."[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=NightmareX91]Rodney shrugs. "Why a bitch gotta whine." he says. He then finishes his water and leaves the glass on the counter.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=doomevil, by request of Otterman,]Suddenly, small clouds started to form, in a climate like Thailand it was rare
Very
Rare[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=NightmareX91]Rodney stands in a corner of the room, and he takes out a notebook and pen from his pockets. He starts writing something. This is pretty much what he's been doing for the past month to keep himself occupied.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Infab]Voronova stood, as she started to hear the tap-tap-tap-tap of rain hitting the ground outside and the roof. Rain was rare for this time of the year in Thailand from what she heard, but still a welcome change from the heat.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Otterman]Julia walks back downstairs wearing a dark brown trenchcoat. Underneath, unknown to anyone who sees her at a glance, is a double barrel shotgun and two model 54 pistols. She holds an umbrella in her right hand, and a suitcase in the other. Anyone can still see her baggy eyes, however, even from a distance. Walking past the group, she lifts a hat up from underneath her coat and puts it on. The door opens, it's raining. Looking back, Julia makes a single wave, then heads out into the street.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Infab]Voronova looked over at the clock on the wall. 10:47 AM. She then looked to see Julia head out the door with a wave, which she returned. Where does she even go? She's seen her leave the bar the past few days, wandering off somewhere in Sanskirt. Doing who knows what. Whatever it was, its running her down physically. Voronova shook her head, then decided to head out herself on her own little mission. A trip to the local music shops and a little exploration of her own, then off to where the job was. She peeked over the bar at where Frank had written down the address of the laundromat, memorizing it, then nodding in satisfaction.
"I'll meet you all at the laundromat. I'm heading out for a bit." said Voronova, tapping the bar with the knuckles of her right hand before shoving them in her pockets and heading towards the door. She pulled the hood of her jacket over her head as she stepped out into the light rain.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Otterman]As Julia walks down the street, countless city folk roam about, taking shelter from the sudden and scientifically unexplainable rain. A pay phone booth still operates, and she walks inside. She picks up the phone, dials a number, then waits. The operator says hello, she asks a name a residence, the operator gives the information, she thanks, then hangs up and walks out. Half an hour later she arrives at said residence via taxi. The rain continues to pour.
Julia knocks on the door. No answer. Knocks again. Still no answer. Julia kicks down the door with relative ease, as it is quite old, like the rest of the house. There is an answer. The inside is wretched, appalling, disorienting. Barely any light inside, and is only lit by the occasional lightning. The street lights offer just enough light to see inside.
"You enter everyone's homes like that?" a grandiose and posh accent asks from across a counter of the kitchen to the right of the doorway. There stands a man in his late thirties. A terrible attempt at a stereotypical French moustache is spread out above his puckered lips. His hair is combed back to a nihilistic degree, perfect for an uptight upperclassman.
"... hold on... I've met you before, have I not?" he asks again, turning off the sink to his dishes. Like it would improve anything in this disgusting house that even a hobo would be disgraced to call it their humble abode.
"Tracey Musgrove, 38 years old, worked for Jacob Curie for nine years till his tragic death, correct?" Julia ignores his question and asks her own.
"Yes," he waves his hands about to rid of the excess water before wiping his black and white stripped shirt. He stops himself, then a smile runs across his face, "Ahhhhhhh yes! Julie, correct?"
"Julia."
"Close."
Julia stares.
"I'm sorry about your father, he was a great man. What happened to him is unforgivable."
"Yeah, indeed, unforgivable." Julia wipes her hand on the counter surface. Grime builds up before she flicks it off, "So... where were you that day?"
"Sorry?" he raises an eyebrow.
"The day the manor burned down. You weren't there."
"Out working," he replies.
"Your only work was for Master Curie and him alone."
"He asked only for me to do it."
"What was it?"
"Why does it matter?"
Julia looks at Tracey. One of the few people left alive from the so called accident at the Curie Manner. A fire burned it down, and almost all the residents, which included travelers, scientists, musicians, students, were slaughtered by an unknown group of mobsters. Julia was the only one who was present to survive the catastrophe.
She draws her model 54 and holds it at her hip, aiming it at Tracey.
"What was the job?"
Tracey's humble smile quickly fades. A sweat drop rolls down his forehead.
"It... it was a simple one. A package... I don't know why it couldn't be delivered to him; he told me to get it for him." His voice shakes.
"And?" Julia grunts.
"Well, I, uh, picked it up. All nice and fine. Except when I returned to the manor..."
"It was burned to a crisp?"
"Y-yeah..."
Julia's eyes burn into Tracey's, "You're lying, Tracey. I was there for three days, waiting. No one came to help. No firefighters, no policemen, no paramedics. No one. I thought I was the only one left on the planet. And you have the gall to say you showed up during that day.."
"I never said I arrived that day, I was gone for two weeks."
Julia pauses, "Excuse me?"
"It was a package in another country, I forgot which. A neighboring one. I left to get it on that day."
"The United Kingdom is an island, Tracey."
He gulps, "I-I-I meant to say, y-you know, a close one! I had to take a boat!"
"What was in the package?"
Just as he was about to answer, two trucks pull up in the house's driveway.
Julia looks towards the window then back at Tracey, who looks petrified.
"I'm dead," he gulps again.
"Yeah you are. You were told the mansion was going to burn to the ground. You set Mr. Curie up you piece of shit." she quickly throws down photographs of Tracey conversing with men in suits, it was taken a year ago. Tracey looks to be giving them a painting, one of many from the Curie manor, "This painting was stolen in the early morning that fateful day, and I was able to trace it to you. You helped that manor burning down to sell priceless items for your own personal gain!" she yells, aiming the gun to Tracey's forehead.
Men in suits, like those from the photograph, get out of the car. They present thompsons at the ready.
Julia's eyes widen, then rushes towards Tracey, throwing him down to the floor. They both grunt. What follows is the roaring sound of intense gunfire. Bullets spray into the residence. Furniture splinters, glass shatters, metal ricochets. The two inside duck their heads in hopes a stray bullet won't come along their stranded bodies.
The gunfire stops, the house stands still, and the rain continues to pour.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Infab][video=youtube;Lsb7oxE7BfU]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lsb7oxE7BfU[/video]
Voronova looked up towards the sky for a brief moment, noting the gathering of the clouds above. The rain got a bit harder, thunder rolling in the distance. Nothing she hadn't dealt with before. She continued her stroll down the street, glancing into some of the local shops at people either standing there protected from the rain or going about their daily business. Some kids were playing in the rain with a stray dog in the alley next to a fast food shop as she passed. They came by the shop frequently, she had noticed, as she had seen them several times there over the past few weeks.
She continued on, down the street past the kids and their dog. Past a few cars that seemed to be a decade out of fashion. Eventually, she stopped at intersection. She paused briefly, looking to the left and right. She wouldn't get to cross the street, though, as a voice prevented her. Along with the feeling of something poking her in the side. "Don't move." said the voice. Calm...with a faint hint of an accent. She couldn't place the accent just yet, but English definitely wasn't his first language.
He nudged her a bit, motioning towards a nearby alley. "Alley. Move." he spoke. It was a bit muffled. He's wearing a face covering. Probably a bandana. "Fine." replied Voronova, turning and heading into the alley with him close behind. She then stopped when they were out of sight, and turned to face him. "What do you want? Money?" she asked, tilting her head a bit. He's white. Blue eyes. Judging from his voice, probably in his twenties or thirties. He flashed the pistol in his hand. M1911A1. He didn't answer her question, but stepped forwards a bit. "If you're going to shoot me, shoot me су́ка. Don't just stand there like a dumbass." spat Voronova. She didn't have the time for a mugging.
He hesitated a moment, apparently caught off guard by her bluntness. Her opening. She stepped into him, and before he knew it, her fist connected with his nose. It shattered upon impact, making a sickening crack as blood was sent sailing through the air. He stumbled backwards a bit, dropping the M1911 he had been clutching in his hand. Another mistake. She stepped forwards again, and planted the heel of her foot square into the side of his leg. The joint snapped, his leg folding in half sideways. He fell to the ground, letting out a muffled groan of pain.
She stepped over, squatting down and wrapping her arm around his head in a choke hold. "Today just wasn't your day." she said, before tightening her grip and squeezing as hard as she could. Moments passed, the life slowly draining from the man, until he went limp. Dead. She released him, letting him rest on the ground before pulling his mask down. Her judgements had been correct. It was a young white man. Blue eyes. She didn't recognize him, though. And this couldn't have been the target she was after down here, as he wouldn't have went down so easily. She looked over to the M1911 nearby, before easing over and picking it up.
There were no serial numbers to speak of, and the pistol itself didn't look to have been well maintained. Maybe a Brazilian copy? Chinese? Or just a really shitty Black Market copy. She sighed, standing up. She tossed the pistol in a dumpster nearby, then dragged the man over to it. She decided to check his pockets first, finding a pack of cigarettes and lighter, and a piece of paper with an address on it. She also found a picture. She looked it over, and raised an eyebrow upon seeing the subject of the photograph. It was her! "Hmm..."
Now, why would a mugger have a photo of her? She checked the address on the slip of paper. It was the address of the bar she had been staying at. Very interesting. Maybe her target had caught on to her, and had sent this man to intercept and kill her? She glanced down at the body once more, then pocketed the photo and paper, before lifting the man up and sliding him into the dumpster. She shut the lid, and then departed from the alley, resuming her trip to the music store. This mission just got a lot more interesting to her. And a lot more dangerous.
Minutes later, she was leaving the music store with a handful of cassettes. Various albums, but mostly the Rolling Stones. She had grown to like the band back during her stay in Vietnam, having heard their music over the radios that some of the American forces would use on their PT boats and jeeps. Now over to the laundromat. She slipped one of the cassettes into her Walkman, slipped on her headphones, and started off through the rain towards the address Frank had recorded.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Viper123_SWE]Viktor nodded towards Frank and Rodney. "I'll watch her back. See you later, yankees." He put on his boonie hat, pulled up his mask and slung his rifle over his back before exiting the house. He climbed a rusty scaffolding on a nearby building to gain a bird's eye view over Voronova and the streets she walked. Silently but efficiently he jumped from roof to roof tracking her, making sure there weren't any threats closing in. Viktor watched Voronova stop at an intersection. A man was standing closely behind her with one of his arms unmistakely holding something against her.
Viktor cursed, crouched down on the roof and pulled out his rifle. He scanned the immeadiate area for any suspicious vehicles but this proved impossible because of the chaotic traffic. He looked back at Voronova and watcher her and the man enter an alley. "Shit." Viktor relocated to get a better view of said alley however just as he got into position and hunkered down he saw Voronova handling the threat. Viktor chuckled and lowered his rifle. "They never learn."
Satisfied with seeing Voronova handle herself Viktor began to scan the immediate area once more but since he did not spot any more masked men the situation appeared to be clear. For now. He continued to follow Voronova all the way to some music store. Viktor took the opportunity to return to ground level and when Voronova left the shop a familiar figure was waiting for her in a nearby alley, covered by the shadows. "That mugger choose a poor target." He said, stepping out of the alley. Viktor wore a poncho-like cloak over his body in order to cover his uniform and vest. Ontop of that he had pulled down his mask and folded his boonie hat upwards.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Infab]Voronova paused and looked over to see Viktor standing there in a pancho of sorts. And with his mask down, which was rather surprising since she had never really seen him with it down. She slipped her headphones down around her neck, and paused the Walkman in her pocket. "Indeed. The problem is he wasn't a mugger." she responded, glancing back behind her before motioning for him to follow. "He had an unmarked pistol, a photo of me, and the address of the bar. I believe my target caught on to me, and had me targeted for elimination. Bad luck for the man they sent, though." she continued.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Viper123_SWE]Viktor walked next to Voronova. "If what you say is true, then perhaps someone is targeting all of us from the company?" He glanced at a nearby hobo sleeping under a rugged blanket. "Unless it was someone from the Union." He looked at Voronova. "How far out are we from the address?"[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Infab]"The laundromat is a few blocks over. Anyway, doubt it was someone from the Union. My handler stated that I was the only one assigned to this operation, and I don't understand why they'd send someone to attack me." she said, tilting her head a bit and looking towards Viktor. "I don't think he wants to target the others at the moment, since they don't know of my real purpose here. Only you know why I'm here. And I don't think he knows that you know. If he targeted all of us, it'd make more noise and draw attention. He'd eventually reveal his location. And from what I know of him, and why he's here...he wants to stay hidden."[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Viper123_SWE]Viktor nodded. "I'll take your word for it comrade." He adjusted his poncho. "Once we reach the laundromat I will take up overwatch position. If the men are thugs like Frank described, then they should be smart enough to run when under sniper fire."[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Infab]Indeed, unless they're under the influence. "Shoot to kill if you get the chance. One less headache for us later on." she said, cutting him a look. Said look was a trademark one for her, puncuating her statement with a harsh seriousness. It was a facial expression she once wore a lot more often.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Viper123_SWE]Viktor smirked and nodded. "Da, of course. I haven't had good practice for months, would be nice to shoot an actual target rather than cans at the docks in the middle of the night." He tapped the rifle covered under his poncho.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Infab]"I haven't used a long range rifle since '75, sadly." she said, as they continued to walk. "Hunted Marines in Vietnam with a Dragunov and my sickle. Used a scoped Mosin during the Great Patriotic War, and in Colombia."[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Viper123_SWE]Viktor shrugged. "Dragunov is fine but I prefer my Vintorez." He smiled. "It makes feel special, not many has been made as far as I know." He gestured with his right hand. "I can't speak for the Mosin though, it was a little before my time."[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Infab]She cut him a smirk. "Way before your time." she commented.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Viper123_SWE]Viktor chuckled. "Da." He observed the street while thinking of approaches to the laundromat. He and Voronova could very well finish the job on their own. After all, what threat could five thugs possibly do to a spetsnaz marksman and a KGB agent?[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=kilerabv]Frank decided to wait for Rodney to finish his writing before leaving. "We'll catch up with you." He said as Victor left the bar. A minute later someone else entered.
"Nice place you got here Frank. The smell of piss, cigs and cheap booze. Just needs gunpowder and its you."
Frank looked towards the man's direction with no change in his expresion. "Nice to see you too, Jack." Jack had a faint smile on his older looking face. Even back in Nam, Frank always thought he looked in his late 40s. The gray hairs on his sides didnt help. Last time Frank saw him, Jack was wearing a standart military uniform, now he was with the shirt and tie most government stooges wore, all underneath a trenchcoat.
"You dont mean that, I can tell. You want one? Cubans." He was pointing to the cigars in his breast pocket.
"You know I dont like that commie shit."
"Well, considering you hang out with commies now, I figured that your tastes have changed. Guess its only towards people then." He sat on one of the bar stools. "Heard you've been busy."
"What are you doing here, Jack?"
"Conversing with an old friend. What does it look like."
"No, what are you doing here, in this shithole."
Jack lit a ciggarete before he answered. "What Uncle Sam wants me to do. Keep an eye out for bad guys."
"Any luck?"
"Heh, wouldnt you like to know? Sorry Frank, cant tell you unless I have to. Although, I do have a two things to tell you. One, dont come back to Manhattan. You pissed off just about everyone there and I dont think any ammount of string pulling will help you."
"I wasnt planning to."(edited)
"I dont believe you. The second thing is that whoever is in charge of my department of the office has a real hard-on for you and your little group here. You are kinda what he's looking for, but I'm not sure. You guys are kinda common to be found here. But perform well out there and I may drop by with something for you to do later and a good payday."
"I'm sure everyone would be thrilled to do the US government's dirty work."
"Oh right, goverment. Pretend its that." Jack looked at his watch and got up. "I have to go. I may drop by in the future. Hopefully you've renovated this shithole by then. See ya, Frank and Rodney was it? "
"See you." After Jack left the bar, Frank turned to Rodney. "You almost done?"[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=NightmareX91]Rodney nods to Frank and puts his notebook and pen away. He quickly heads back upstairs to get a shirt on, and he grabs his knuckle dusters and machete. "Aight, let's fuck em up." he says as he makes his way back down the stairs.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=kilerabv]Frank left the bar with Rodney. Pretty soon they would meet with Viktor and Voronova.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Otterman]Julia lifts her head up from the wooden floor. The house is destroyed. Wooden beams have snapped in half, some of the roof has collapsed to the floor, and glass is everywhere. She looks to Tracey, who's head is covered by part of the roof. Lifting it off, she notices he's still breathing. Just knocked out like a complete baffoon. The men in suits start to walk towards the door of the house, which was already destroyed by Julia. Julia takes Tracey under her arms and moves to another room. The men walk inside.
Julia sets Tracey down as she notices a window. It's shattered, with a few extra glass still sitting there eagerly waiting to cut someone up. Luckily, Julia's trenchcoat is thick enough. As she throws Tracey through, she follows. As she hits the ground outside, a man in suit enters the room from the hallway. He takes aim, and fires. Julia ducks, but a bullet grazes her shoulder. The man in suit takes cover, throwing more hand signals to his comrades.
Julia reaches under her coat to take a grenade. She pulls the saftey pin, aims, and throws inside the building. Tracey get's his body brilliantly covered by Julia and her massive trenchcoat.
The grenade explodes, sending shrapnel everywhere in the house. It's unknown if the men in suits took damage or not, but no noise is present except for the rain.
Julia picks up Tracey and heads across the backyard, over the fence, into another backyard, through a house gate, and into another houses driveway. There, a man whistles as he prepares for work. He's greeted by a bleeding Julia and an unconscious Tracey. The man simply drops his keys, then walks back in the house. Clearly too much shit to deal with.
Julia takes the keys, throws Tracey in the passenger seat, then drives off along with screeching tires.
The men in suits are nowhere to be seen.
As the car pulls away from the scene, Tracey begins to come too in the passenger seat. His hair isn't in it's combed back state, much to his dismay and a little to Julia's humor.
Tracey moves his head like a drunk tank, wobbling back and fourth till he's able to face his savior, "Wha-"
"Don't," she interrupts, "You got more questions to answer."
Tracey sits there in silence, looking forward. He nods his head, allowing Julia to continue.
"Alright. Tell me. Why'd you abandon my father?"
"I didn't," Tracey groans, "I can't tell you here, because you won't believe me. There's a man who can help, he's a detective. On the hunt, just like you."
The rain continues to pour.
"Barney Craus, he's a good friend of your father. Well, was."
"How come I've never heard of him?"
"He never met at the manor, only elsewhere discrete. They'd talk about the world and such."
"You know all this how?"
"Well," Tracey coughs then clears his throat, "I've been there with most conversations."
Julia's face turns confused, "I though Master Curie had me as his #1..."
"Oh, you were, indeed, absolutely. You're his adop- er, daughter afterall."
They both don't talk for a minute. The car continues to drive.
"Master Curie only had you handle jobs he knew you could handle. When risks were involved, he had others take care of it. He didn't want his greatest accomplishment wiped away."
"So when there was risk, you were involved?"
"Correct. I can prove it too."[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=doomevil]The five thugs were busy rummaging through the laundromat Grease and Scrub. All five of them were inside, walls veiling every of their actions in sight. One of them was holding a Beretta 92 and one holding a SIG Sauer P226. The rest were waiting in place for something good. A Thug bashed the door knob for the basement in, kicking it down.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Viper123_SWE]Viktor emerged on a nearby roof overlooking the entrance to the laundromat and the street infront of it. He had pulled up the poncho hood, folded down his boonie hat and pulled up his mask making him nigh invisible to the naked eye thanks to the shadow covering him. He aimed down his sights and scanned the building. "We should probably use some of that money to buy radios." He muttered quietly to himself. For now, he had to wait for Voronova's signal.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Infab]Voronova moved in close to the front of the building, sticking to the wall just outside the door as to not be seen. She had drawn out her PB upon aproach, screwing on the silencer, and equiping her trench knife from her boot in her off hand. She eased over slowly, peeking around the corner of the door frame into the laundromat. There were four rows of old washers and dryers just inside the door, lined up six machines deep pointing towards the back of the shop. Little cover, but it would have to work. At least Viktor would get clear shots from wherever he was when they came down the rows.
She moved in quickly, sliding into place behind the second row of washers nearest her. Now to draw them out. She clacked the butt of her trench knife against the washer, making three loud banging noises.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=doomevil][video=youtube;qPjjUkpT3GE]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qPjjUkpT3GE[/video]
CH : 5
CH Voronova CH: 4 / 5
Voronova was able to signal at least one of the Thugs inside. She banged against the butt of her trench knife. One of the Thugs holding the baseball bat, turned around, heading outside.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Infab]Voronova peeked out around the washing machines to see one of the thugs had taken the bait. And it was one of the ones with a ball bat. Good. The close quarters thugs needed to be eliminated first anyway. She looked back outside, and make a quick throat slashing motion with her thumb. A signal to her hidden ally to take him out.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Viper123_SWE]Viktor saw the signal and aimed at the thug. He gently twisted the dials on the scope, zeroing in on the head of his target. Perfect. He took a deep breath and gently squeezed the trigger, just like he had the many times before. The Vintorez whispered and sent a projectile on a lethal course with the thug.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=doomevil]Sokol
ATK: 15 x 1d10 [7] = 105
Thug 1 LVL 3
HP: 100, 100 – 105 = -5
ATK: 3
DEF: 0
The Thug up ahead was standing, trying to find what was up. Immediately a shot pierced through his head. He fell down, friends too distracted to hear of a body drop.
STEALTH STILL ACTIVE[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Infab]Voronova peaked out again, to see that the thug had collapsed to the floor. Dead. She looked back outside and gave a thumbs up as a confirmed kill. She eased forwards, moving towards the back of the shop. She grabbed the dead thug, dragging him (and his bat) back towards the front as quietly as she could and setting him against the washers two rows down from him. His friends would come out when they found that he hadn't come back...but might take some time. She returned to her previous position, and looked for something to make more noise.
She ended up finding a soda can on a counter nearby, which she grabbed and tossed as hard as she could towards the back of the shop. Maybe the banging of aluminum would get their attention and lure more out.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=doomevil]CH: 6
CH Voronova CH: 4 / 6
The aluminum can hit hard against the side of the wall. Inside of the laundromat was Thug 2 holding the Sig while Thug 3 held an aluminum baseball bat.
“What was that?” Thug 3 uttered, raising an eyebrow as he felt that he heard something from the back. Thug 2 nodded, pointing his index finger forward to check it out. Thug 2 and 3 slowly went out of the building, weapons in hand.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Viper123_SWE]Viktor smiled under his mask as the first thug went down. "One month later and I still got it." He spotted the two other thugs and decided to engage the one farthest away from Voronova. This time he fired two shots, center mass.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Infab]Voronova noticed two emerge from the back this time. One with a pistol, while the other had a bat. She'd leave the pistol thug to Viktor, while she'd get the ball bat one. She leaned out, took aim with her PB, and fired a shot aimed towards the thug's head.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=doomevil]Sokol LVL 15
ATK: 15 x 1d10 [8] = 120 DMG
Thug 2 LVL 3
HP: 100, 100 – 120 = -20
ATK: 3
DEF: 0
The Thug holding the Sig came in first while the other one was the one coming closer to the KGB agent's hiding spot. Sokol did the same thing as he did to the other and placed a shot center mass. He dispatched a round towards the chest area of Thug 2, shooting through a vital area called the heart. The thug spewed out blood and fell back in an instant. Thug 1 was alerted, widened his eyes.
Voronova LVL 15
ATK: 4 x 1d10 [7] = 28 DMG
Thug 3 LVL 3
HP: 100, 100 – 28 = 72
Voronova quickly aimed down her sights, intent on the head. She pulled the trigger and a round tore a chuck off the Thug's shoulder. The Thug screamed in pain and quickly alerted his two remaining friends inside.
The Thug now had the available opportunity to fire.
Thug 3 LVL 3
HP: 72
ATK: 3 x 1d10 [3] = 9 DMG
DEF: 0
Voronova LVL 15
HP: 120 - 9
DEF: 3 x 3 =9 DEF DMG: 9 - DEF 9, No Damage
The shot the thug made nearly nicked Voronova across her left forearm, attempting to put a minor wound incomparable to the ones in her early days. The rest of the Thugs pulled out, Thug 4 and 5.
STEALTH DEACTIVATED[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Viper123_SWE]Viktor lived up to his name once again. Like the mighty falcon he struck his prey with his talons and delivered death. He watched Voronova tangle with the other thug. He aimed at thug and shook his head. Too close to risk it. Instead he got up, attached a hook to the railing infront of him and rappeled down the building. As soon as he touched the ground he began to approach the laundromat and took cover behind a car. This way he would be ready for the remaining thugs inside once they realized what was happening.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Infab]Voronova snapped back around behind the washer, narrowly avoiding a shot across her arm. Shit, she only got him in the shoulder. And the other two were coming now, thanks to that gunshot. At least there was only one ball bat goon left now. She poked her PB out, roughly judging where the wounded thug's knees would be, and fired off a pair of shots.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=kilerabv]Frank and Rodney had just arrived when the action started. Frank motioned for them to move in closer but carefully behind a car.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=doomevil]Voronova LVL 15
ATK: 4 x 1d10 [10] = 40 DMG
Thug 3 LVL 3
HP: 72 – 40 = 32
The thug fighting off Voronova tried to aim down as quickly as he could but not before getting his knee caps from clipped off. His allies were just several feet away from him. The thug was crippled, unable to walk. He took his chance and attacked. The others came to his aid and did the same.
Thug 3 LVL 3
ATK: 3 x 1d10 [10] = 30 DMG
Thug 4 LVL 3
ATK: 3 x 1d10 [10] = 30 DMG
Thug 5 LVL 3
ATK: 3 x 1d10 [1] = 3 DMG
Voronova LVL 15
HP: 120
30 + 30 + 3 DMG, DEF: 3 x 3 = 9 DEF. 63 – 9 = 54 DMG
HP: 66
All three thugs went to pick the target closest and visible enough to see. Thug 3 immediately threw his bat right into her face, knocking her head right in the crown before he attempted to scatter inside using his arms. Thug 4 was holding the Beretta, firing at Voronova's right side while Thug 5 tried to put her down swinging his bat on her left femur. But based on the impact it felt like it did nothing.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Viper123_SWE]Viktor fired off two short bursts at the thug with the gun, leaving the remaining two for Rodney and Frank to help out with. After engaging he advanced and quickly hurried across the street as the rain poured down on his poncho-cloak and bounced off his Vintorez.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=kilerabv]Frank fired off a few shots towards one of the thugs. Then he moved in closer to the entrance.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Infab][I]Come on, Voronova. They're in your territory now. Close quarters.[/I] She focused on the one already crippled, determined to cave in his windpipe with the point of her elbow. [I]You can do this. Focus. Ignore the pain.[/I][/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=NightmareX91]Rodney rushes into the building with his knuckle dusters ready, and he attempts to shoulder tackle the first thug he comes across.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=doomevil]((Viktor rolled a 1d10 [9]. But I decided I'm only going to roll for characters where Players are long inactive. I don't want to assume people's actions.))
Frank LVL 15
ATK: 3 + 2 (Marksman) x 1d10 [4] = 20 DMG >>>
Thug 4
HP: 100 – 20 = 80
Frank went up against a target with pistol, being the only legit threat so far. Frank placed a well aimed shot center mass, puncturing Thug 4's stomach. Thug 4 retaliated with his own.
Thug 4
ATK: 3 x 1d10 [3] = 9 DMG
Frank
HP: 125
DEF: 5 x 3 = 15, 15 – 9 = 6, No Damage.
Thug 4 immediately fired to the side of Frank's chest but it barely seemed to have fazed Frank at all.
Voronova LVL 15
ATK: 4 x 1d10 [6] = 24, 1.5x(HTH Specialist) = 36 DMG >>>
Thug 3
HP: 32 – 36 = -4 HP
Voronova pushed Thug 5 aside as Rodney dealt with him. She went to the crippled person who tried to evade but couldn't. She made him turned around and placed her elbow to his windpipe, caving it in as the thug tried to breath.
Rodney LVL 15
ATK: 8 x 1d10 [4] = 32, 2x(Melee Weaponry) = 64 DMG >>>
Thug 5
HP: 100 – 64 = 36 HP
Rodney sprinted like a wild animal and tackled the last thug holding the baseball bat. Rodney held him on top and bashed his nose in, literally causing a bone fracture. The thug screamed in agony, filled with adrenaline.
Thug 5
ATK 3 x 1d10 [10] = 30 DMG
Rodney
HP: 100
DEF: 5 + 1(Thick Skin) x 3 = 30 DMG – 18 = 12 DMG
HP: 88
Thug 5 raised the hilt of the bat and swung it against the side of Rodney's head. Rodney went towards the side as the thug tried to aim for him again.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=kilerabv]Frank moved in for the thug he just shot. Entering the building after Rodney, he aimed the gun at the knees.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Infab]Voronova glared down the thug, whom was now choking to death due to his collapsed windpipe, before turning her attention to the thug that had just clocked Rodney across the head. Next target. She swapped weapon hands, the trench knife going into her right hand and her PB going into her left. Shortly afterwards, she planted the steel knuckles of the knife into the man's spine, just beneath the shoulder blades.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=NightmareX91]As Rodney gets hit in the head by the bat, he lets out a battlecry as he tries to slam the thug's throat with the bottom of the knuckle duster.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=doomevil]Frank
ATK: 3 + 2 (Marksman) x 1d10 [2] = 10 DMG >>> Thug 4
Thug 4
HP: 80 – 10 = 70 HP
DEF: 0
Frank did something similar to Voronova, aiming to cripple the goons with a well aimed shot. Hearing the sound of his pistol he saw Thug 4 dodge rolled to the side, just getting nicked in the leg.
Thug 4
ATK: 3 x 1d10 [1] = 3 DMG >>> Frank
Frank
HP: 125
DEF: 5 x 3 = 15, 15 – 3 = No Damage
In cover Thug 4 simply blind fired attempting to place a few shots in Frank. Frank saw the bullet holes planted in the floor, missing completely at the target.
Voronova
ATK: 4 x 1d10 [2] = 8 DMG >>> Thug 5
Rodney
ATK: 8 x 1d10 [4] = 32, 2x(Melee Weaponry) = 64 DMG >>> Thug 5
Thug 5
HP: 30
30 – 72 = -42 HP
DEF: 0
In an act of sync attack both Voronova and Rodney attacked Thug 5 just when he was dealing with Rodney all by himself. Voronova grabbed him by the chest, pulling him closer as she clocked the man's spine, bruising his back. The man spilled saliva out, getting his throat punched by Rodney's knuckle dusters. The man collapsed, suffering to a painful death.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=kilerabv]Frank moved carefully closer to the last thug. Waiting for him to panic and jump out of cover to make his move. As soon as he was gonna do that, Frank was gonna plant a few bullets in him.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Infab]"That's two. We'll flank the last one." said Voronova faintly to Rodney, motioning towards where the final thug was in cover. "You go over, I'll go around." she continued, before moving down the row of washers that they were standing next to. She pocketed her weapons on the way, picking up one of the thug's bats on the move. She circled around the end of the row, behind the thug before charging at full speed and swinging the bat at the man's legs. [I]Swinging for the fences, as they say.[/I][/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=NightmareX91]"YUH!" Rodney screams as he watches the thug breathe his last. He picks himself up and holds his head where he got hit with the bat. He pockets one knuckle duster, grabs his machete and begins to move over to there the last thug was hiding. "Hope you're fucking ready to eat shit!" he yells towards the final thug.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=doomevil]Frank
ATK: 3 + 2 (Marksman) x 1d10 [10] = 50 DMG >>> Thug 4
Voronova
ATK: 4 x 1d10 [5] = 25 DMG >>> Thug 4
Rodney
ATK: 8 x 1d10 [10], 2x(Melee Weaponry) = 160 DMG >>> Thug 4
Thug 4
HP: 70 – 235 DMG = -165 HP
The final thug, exhaled through his nose. Even though he was the last man standing he had the balls willing to go up against three deadly soldiers. He blind fired repeatedly while Voronova and Rodney went around to flank him as Frank suppressed. Soon after the last thug took a peek and Frank placed a well aimed shot to the side of his face, blowing a chunk right off just as Voronova and Rodney were close. Voronova beat the man senseless, bashing his legs in pinning him down as Rodney grabbed his machete and made the final move…..[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=NightmareX91]Rodney embeds his machete into the thug's skull, most likely causing some major brain damage to the thug as well as some damage to the blade due to the thickness of this thick-headed thug's skull and shit, but who gives a shit about that, the thug got fucking annihilated.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Infab]"Nice job, comrades." said Voronova, standing and tossing aside the baseball bat in her hands. It had cracked in two after colliding with the thug's legs, so it was virtualy useless now unless someone nailed it back together. She drew out her PB once more, walking around and checking the other thugs. Five thugs, five bodies. She looked back to Frank and Rodney. "I think the job is done." she said, with a hint of a smile as she checked her head where that ball bat had popped her earlier.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=doomevil][IMG]http://www.filmsmella.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/Norbit-2007-3.jpg[/IMG]
"Ey, you did it!" A man held a cane as he limped to see the ruckus, smiling with glee.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=kilerabv]"You're the guy I talked over the phone with?"[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=NightmareX91]Rodney places his foot against the dead thug's head and pushes down on it to remove his machete. Once that's done, he turns to the man who just walked in, and he glares.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=doomevil]"Yes. I am Mr. Chen. I clean out the filth. The tresh. Like that piss over there." Chen pointed to the man's soiled pants. "Or a body. Come come." He called them over, staring at the busted open basement door[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=kilerabv]Frank follwed Mr. Chen to the door. "Whats this now?"[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Infab]Voronova pocketed her PB, wiping a little excess blood from her forehead and following after Mr. Chen. She looked down at the basement door when she arrived next to him.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=NightmareX91]Rodney, bloody machete in hand, follows the crew and looks at the basement door with an expressionless look on his face. "What's in there?"[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=doomevil]"Shipments of weaponry, ignore that door. I'll fix it." Chen went downstairs, seeing a completely empty room except a rug on the floor. Also a sofa to the side. Mr. Chen limped over, pushing the rug off the floor, seeing a small door. Chen slowly reached to his long pockets, pulling out a golden key. He inserted the key, twisting to the side, the bolts coming off. Mr. Chen used his wrinkled hands to wedge the door out, seeing darkness. He went in, disappearing. Suddenly lights were on in there[URL="https://youtu.be/Cun-LZvOTdw?t=58s"].[/URL]
Mr. Chen coughed from the high amount of dust, waving away the excess. "No far nothing stolen. Good good."
The old man, walked along the columns of equipment racks, seeing a table with the Baht currency. He pulled in the money, observing it closely.
"52439 Baht a hit yes?"[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=kilerabv]Frank looked at Voronova and Rodney and then back at Chen. "Sure... You do a lot of buisiness with these by the way?"[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=doomevil]"Oh yes, I deal with many major groups in city. They buy off of me, lot of money." He waved a hand, filing the cash, adjusting his glasses.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=kilerabv]"Well we could use a supplyer for guns and ammo actually." He looked back at the other two. "What do you think?'[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Infab]"Sounds good to me." said Voronova, folding her arms and glancing over towards Rodney. The sheer amount of weaponry the man had aquired actually surprised her a bit.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=NightmareX91]Rodney checks out the goods, looking for anything that would be of particular interest to him. "Any blades in there?"[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=doomevil]"Many. Ballistic knives, combat knives, throwing knives, bayonets, machetes, trench knives, butterfly knives,"
"Even butter knives."[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Infab]Voronova envisioned Rodney waving a butter knife at a thug, and chuckled a little.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=doomevil]Mr Chen piled up the money, clipping them into stacks. He turned to Frank, slowly walking. "262195 Baht." He smiled showing his white teeth, squinting.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=NightmareX91]Rodney looks at Voronova for a moment, almost tempted to request she ceases and desists, but he holds back. "Sounds like a good deal to me."[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=kilerabv]"Thanks." Frank says as he takes the money. "We'll probably be dropping by again soon to get something from here."[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=doomevil]"Very good." Chen nodded, "I take American dollar and Baht. I will be seeing you soon, uh?" Chen was attempted to finish but couldn't pin a name.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=kilerabv]"Just call me Frank."[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=doomevil]"Okay. Thank you, Mr. Frank." Chen gave the money to Frank, waving them away as he had some cleaning to do.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=kilerabv]"Alright, lets get moving." And with that, Frank walked up the stairs straight out of the basement and outside the building.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Infab]Voronova followed, stepping over corpses as they went through the laundromat. Well, the group had a weapons dealer now. In the funniest of places. She slipped her hands back in her pockets (after sticking her trench knife back in her boot where it belonged), and felt something wet. Most of her clothes had dried a bit, so this was rather strange. She looked down to see one of those thugs had shot her. Or at least knicked her enough to make her bleed. It was soaking through her top, but had clotted up a bit to slow down the bleeding itself. "Well fuck." she muttered, examining the wound.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Otterman]Tracey gives directions to the detective's office. However, Julia doesn't follow them.
"What are you doing? I said turn left, right?"
Julia begins to pass out. She actually took multiple bullet wounds. None to vital areas, and mostly skins, but enough for blood loss to take it's effect.
Julia begins to pass out, slowly accelerating the car while Tracey begins to panic. He somehow manages to have the wheel stay straight and move Julia's leg to the break pedal.
Miraculously, the car ended up right where everyone else is. The broken piece of shit comes to a screeching halt right in front of Frank.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=NightmareX91]Rodney heads up the stairs and exits the building, and he wipes his bloody machete against his shirt before putting it back in the sheathe. "Could go for some food right 'bout now." he mutters, not really paying attention to the vehicle that just rolled up. Nothing unusual, considering the gender driving it.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=kilerabv]"Well what the fuck is going on?"[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Infab]Voronova looked up from her side, as the vehicle screeched to a stop in front of Frank. In the driver's seat, a blonde woman and a terrified man in the passenger seat. She'd have shrugged it off as just a bad driver, if she hadn't have recognized the woman. "Julia? What are you..." she said, walking over to the vehicle.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Otterman]Tracey gets out, discombobulated. Julia slumped over the car door, just coming too. She continues to bleed all over.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=NightmareX91]"It's Julia? Now I'm even less surprised by the driving." he comments with a snarky tone.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=joshuadim]Meanwhile... Pradchapet continued watching the cheap Thai soap opera on the TV. The main couple was going through their third harsh breakup in the series. Tears started to form in his eyes, even if this was cheap drama. Seven seasons in, he cannot not be invested in this. Mali lay sleeping at his feet while he continued to watch the show, eating some fresh ramen with beef he had cooked up. The salty broth lay on his lap as he slurped the noodles and meat into his mouth, enjoying the delicious meal.
The episode then ends on a cliffhanger, promising the next episode to resolve the issues that plague the main couple as well as their friends. This disappoints Pradchapet, as this was the only entertainment he's going to get out of today really. He looks at Mali, sleeping peacefully at his feet. Trying to not disturb her, he lifts himself off the bed to head for the kitchen to put his now empty bowl of ramen into the sink.
Pradchapet takes a look out the window. The day is still young, and he has absolutely nothing to do really. He then swiftly heads to his wardrobe to take out his previous attire, the suit and all, along with his trusty combat bayonet, and leaves the apartment and the building. He heads for the Golden Dragon bar once again in the slums, to have a couple drinks. Even though it is the middle of the day, it's better than do
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