"Fucked a guy up beyond recognition. Don't think he ever recovered."
"Nice." Kevin sighed. "We didn't start off well here. Want to just reset? We'll forget about IBM. We're going to have to work together and in a life or death situation, I don't want any old feelings creeping up."
"Well, that's the reason we both here, right? Start fresh and shit?"
"Yeah." Kevin looked at the box of donuts he was carrying. He wiggled his fingers unconsciously, stopped, and put the donuts down. "Shake on a new beginning?" He asked, extending his arm.
"They are... Interesting." Replied Viktor.
Rodney extends his arm to shake Kevin's hand. "Sure."
Kevin smiles. "I've heard of a guy nearby. He deals in information. Let's see what he has."
George took out a cigarette and lit it, "I'm just sayin, I wouldn' be here if the Army didn't decide to surrender to a bunch'a fuckin' gook farmers." He then took a drag of the cigarette.
Luke yawned and came out of the room, later on he poured himself some fresh cold milk and sat near the counter, not bothering everyone around him. As soon as he was done drinking he would probably tell about the new job they're going to do.
"That's one way to describe this group. A ragtag bunch of misfits. Not too long ago we probably would have torn each other apart." He looked at Mikhail for a second "Some probably still want to."
[QUOTE]"I'm just sayin, I wouldn' be here if the Army didn't decide to surrender to a bunch'a fuckin' gook farmers."[/QUOTE]
"Those farmers were bleeding us dry, every soldier was counting the hours until they could go home and the hippies caused enough damage. The fact that it didn't end sooner is a miracle."
"Information would be nice, yeah. I gonna need more heat than this Makarov, this puny thing pro'lly couldn't do shit."
"Alright." Kevin brings out a little slip of paper. "His address is on here. Let's see if Luke offers us any weapons though. It might be a side benefit of the job."
Luke placed the glass of milk down on the counter, gulping for a second time. He wiped his mouth with his forearm and then raised it up for everyone to see. "Briefing in 10 Minutes." He shouted, lowering his arm down as he resumed drinking his milk.
Kevin walks in and sits down at a chair.
Rodney takes the slip of paper. "Pretty sure he said we gotta get our own shit."
He heads back in and takes a seat at a table, and he kicks his legs up. "Sup."
George springs to attention at the word briefing, running upstairs. He then returns with his old and faithful M60, some ammo and his knife. "Helps to be prepared."
Johnny stands up from his table and walks over to Kevins table proceeding to sit on one of the chairs "So, what are your name lads?"
"Name's Rodney, you?"
Mikhail took one last swig to finish his beer and got up from the chair. He walked over to the payphone in the far back and dialed up a number.
After a few signals a female voice could be heard on the other end.
"Phu song shipyard. How can I help?" she said with a monotone voice.
"I want to speak with Mr.Krupin, please." he replied.
After a brief silence a deep voice had replaced the female one.
"So, are you at OBT?" Krupin guestioned in ukrainian.
"Yeah, so far it seems like any ordinary hire service with mostly hometown players and a few yankees." mikhail replied.
Krupin continued, "Well, I know you're not officially a member of our organization but my boss hopes you'll continue to be trustworthy and tell us if they are making any... Transgressions."
Mikhail took quick look at the various people in the bar.
"Of course, but as usual I also expect to be compensated"
Krupin let out a chuckle "You just keep your eyes and ears open, Misha, and I'll worry about the greenbacks."
The answer was what he had expected. He hung up the phone and sat down for a cigarette.
He takes out his hand out to Rodney for a handshake "Johnny, nice to meet you mate"
Rodney shakes Johnny's hand. "Yeah."
Kevin walks up and shakes Johnny's hand. "Nice to meet you. Want a donut?"
"Sure, I haven't eating anything for a while now," Johnny takes one of the donuts "So what's your story?"
"Rodney ruined my life. I came here. What's yours?"
"Came from England, shit was tough and there was no money so I came over here to get my shit sorted, what about you Rodney" Johnny explained.
Rodney shrugs. "Got banned from boxin', ruined this guy's life, and came here."
"Right." Luke muttered to himself, rising from his chair and took a glance towards everyone that was present in the bar.
"We have a job today. Easy one that involves a gang of dumbasses trying to find the Million Dollar Gun. Our partners are requesting us to hunt down a man named Kellogg who searching endlessly in pawnshops and other businesses just for the gun. In other words, he's disturbing the peace and we're going to kill him." Luke declared, hands on his hips as he made sure he was loud enough for the entire room to hear out. This was their first gig and a test to show that they were the real deal.
"Sounds simple enough. Search and destroy." says Voronov, looking over at him.
"Kellogg? What, do we lure him out usin' a fuckin' box'a Rice Krispies or somethin'?"
"Do we know where he's going to hit next?"
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