Voronov smirks, then steps off the boat onto the dock as she puffs on the cigar.
She takes a quick look around, taking her surroundings in, before following after Luke.
Johnny Looks around "What a shit hole". he checks his satchel and counts if he has everything, a shirt, assualt rifle a pack of cigars and a bullet shaped lighter, then he proceeds to walk out of the boat. He takes out a cigar, covers it with his hand and lights it. He speaks out "So what now?"
Kevin waddles off the boat. "George, my dear friend, I am not a fat kid. I am a fat [I]man[/I]. Fat men are dangerous, just look at Nagasaki." He chuckles.
Frank was listening to Rodney and was wondering where this was gonna go. He stepped off the boat and started to follow Luke.
Kevin pulls out a donut from somewhere on him and grazes on it. He follows Luke and asks Frank, "Hey, did you serve in the Nam? Seems like a lot of people here did."
After several tries Luke barged in on the front door, observing a few second and went along the steps downstairs. Luke took a good surveyor around the interior or what he called the bar. There were at least five tables scattered around the center and a wooden counter on the far right, crates laying around that hold unknown contents. Luke nodded to himself and turned around to those that bothered to follow him.
"Bar's free to us Bay Dogs, have a fountain of liquor if you want. There's several bunks on second floor and no there isn't enough for everyone. Now this place isn't a hidden military base or anything fancy, so no armoury either. I assume all of you carry guns of your own if not then well." Luke urged a chuckle.
"Get a gun as soon as you can. In Sanskirt everyone is armed with one. You got every diverse group around town. Italians, Triads, and Russian Mafia etc etc. Once we start getting known and getting some form of good income we can improve this place and upgrade. Until then, have a drink and wait for the call. Explore the city. I don't care unless I need you." Luke explained with hands on his hips.
Johnny notices the train of people following luke, he proceeds to walk faster and join up with them, "How you do fellas?"
Frank looks to Kevin, who is busy stuffing his face. "Yeah. I did. Spend 4 years there. Why, did you get dragged into it?"
Kevin swallows a bite of donut. "Yeah, I served there. 1st Sustainment Command. I've seen some shit."
Aleksy smirked at the site of the docks, glad to free of his past debts at last. At least for the time being.
"Well, it's looks better then my neighborhood in Zbąszynek." Aleksy commented to himself, his hands in his pockets as he looked over his comrades.
Upon entering the "bar", Rodney immediately searches for a bottle of rum. "Doubt Mayo'd be of any use in 'nam, fucker'd probably sit in a corner with one hand holding three donuts down his throat and the other hand up his asshole."
When he finds a bottle, he crashes in a chair and kicks his legs up on the table and drinks away. "I gotta get me a Nine or some shit, in that case. Brass knuckles and a machete prob'ly won't do shit to bullets. They'd do shit to Snowball, though."
Voronov sets her bags down on a table which was almost off to itself, then heads straight for the bar. She procures a bottle of vodka she spotted as soon as she walked in. She had been needing a drink for a while.
She grabs a few glasses, setting them on the bar before opening the bottle and pouring herself a glass. The bottle set aside, she drinks, before looking around at the others. She then notices her cuban is almost out, so she goes ahead and puts it out in a nearby ash tray.
Johnny looks around and set's his bag under the counter, he goes to Voronov, "Mind pouring me a glass? This hell hole isn't something you should experience sober."
George walks into the bar, setting his bag down, a metallic thump coming from it. "So how many gangs 'we got in this city anyways? From what I hear there's more here than every major city back home combined."
George pulled out a canteen from his bag, taking a swig, before grunting. That's some good shit.
Rodney takes a swig of the rum, and he looks towards George.. "How many fingers on your hands?"
"My last station was at firebase Valley forge. I hope I don't have to tell you what happened there." Frank went inside the building and observed the interior."What a dump. It's perfect."
Voronov pours Johnny a glass, then slides it to him. "Drink up, comrade." she says with a smile as she sets the bottle aside again.
She leaves the bar, bringing her glass with her as she returns to the table where she set her bags. She sets the glass down after a long gulp, then unzips the first bag. She digs into it, and starts to pull out rifle parts as well as ammunition. Russian made, 7.62x39mm FMJ. After all the parts are drawn out, she starts to put the rifle together. Minutes later, there was a fully assembled AKM sitting on the table.
George looked over to Rodney, "Heh, more like how many bullets I got." To which he then proceeded to open his bag, revealing a bunch of goodies, but standard stuff like fatigues, some magazines. An M60. Well, maybe not standard.
He did, however pull out a belt of ammo, presumably meant for the machine gun he totes. "Count 'em."
Kevin sits down at the bar and asks for a donut. When told that the bar did not serve donuts, he asks for a Light Bud and sips at it.
Rodney takes another swig of his rum. "More than that."
Kevin shouts out, "George, don't ask Rodney to count. At IBM, I couldn't get him to understand the difference between 0 and 1."
Rodney yells back at Kevin. "Oh fuck off, milk bottle. The only number you fuckin' understand is 0!"
George looked between the two before settling in his seat again. "Looks like you have some history with" making extra sure that Kevin could hear him, "Pillsbury over there. Mind sharing?"
Kevin yells, "If that's true, how did I win the office donut record by eating 321 donuts in 2 hours? You got lost on the first day because you couldn't tell the difference between the 15th floor and the 51st floor!"
"At least I didn't put my dick in a fuckin' donut every time I went for a piss!"
Johnny takes the glass and nods his head in sign of approval, he walks up to Kevin, "How you do mate, where you're from? judging by the weight I guess you're an american." and then he proceeds to smile at him "Just jokin' lad."
"We're doing a show and tell? Ok." Frank unzipped his bag and began to take what he was carrying around, out. An M16, several magazines a pair of M1911s a kevlar vest and a few grenades. He looked at George "Where were you hiding that beast?"
Aleksy took an moment to look over his surroundings of his new home, nodding his head as he found the bar. Like the rest, it didn't take long to find the counter, taking a quick swig from his flask.
"Bartender!", Aleksy said, leaning inwards on the counter. "Shot of some decent Krupnik, ease on the piss water if can." Aleksy said before looking towards some of his new co workers auguring with one another.
Rodney takes a look around at all the guns. "Aw shit, I ain't even got shit like that. I really gotta step it up 'n' get some heat now."
"Rodney, that never happened!" Kevin yells.
To George, he says, "This idiot got hired by IBM for some reason and I had to train him. He didn't know shit and refused to learn. The final straw was when he turned off my computer in the middle of compiling. I took a few of his donuts during lunch and he beat me up for it. We both got fired, my wife left me and I'm here now."
To Johnny, "I'm American and proud."
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