It was a clear night, a chilly one, and in the rear of your car was a man referred only to as Knucks. In a “chicken vs egg” kind of deal, it was unknown whether he gained the nickname from his propensity to punch people to death, or by the large brass knuckles he wore in order to do so. Knucks was a pugnacious idiot, large and fat, but well respected by the mob.
On the clean seat of your very nice Land
Rover, Knucks had placed his dirty boots. He was spilling the grease from fried chicken all over the place. And the large man hadn’t even properly wrapped the corpse he haphazardly tossed into the trunk.

“Excuse me” you say in Russian “but I’d ask that you take more care of my car.”

He sneers at you and spits a greasy glob of goo onto the freshly cleaned carpet. The jiggling of his jowls are like jello.

“Please, I ask you to be kind to the vehicle. Vlad bought it himself.”

“Are you being disrespectful right now? Comrade, you don’t know what I could do to a man with just these.” And with a sickening sound he cracked each of his knuckles, and then smeared chicken right onto the seat.

That was just not going to run in your car.

>Ask him once more
>Pull over, do something drastic [write –in]

>>35800393
Fuck my editing. Rover and the rest of that sentence need to be up next to Land

>>35800393
Pull over, turn and grab a chicken leg from him, smack it into his eye/face and then proceed to get out and pull him out, then beat him up with his own fried chicken

>>35800393
>Ask him once more

>>35800393
>>Ask him once more

>>35800393
>Ask him once more

>>35800559
Only time to make one vote before I go to bed...
Hope you guys don't kill our Russian friend.

Voting is over!

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>>35800534
I like this one, but too late.

>>35800559
>>35800548
>>35800541
You manage not to let a sigh pass your lips, but you must remain firm in yourself. It’s how you gain respect in a business like this.

“Please, sir, I just ask that you respect my car. It is a vehicle I help the entire mob with – not just you.”

He doesn’t answer, and so you look in the rear view mirror, just in time to barely dodge the fist he was going to hit you with.

“Do you know your position, fool?!” he says, spraying chicken bits all over your seat and the back of your head.

Now you release that sigh, finally, and slow the car down, pulling over to the side. The rage inside you, rather than boiling over like lava freezes and condenses, becomes a dense block in your chest. That, you feel, is even more dangerous.

“Hey! Why’re you pulling over?” he asks

You don’t answer. You’re not a man of too many words. Instead you get out of your seat and get out of the car, and then open his door.

“What’re you – “

He does not finish his sentence; you were quick in pulling him out of his seat, tossing him to the ground, and kicking him in the chest. Once more. Twice more. You continue until you pick him up by his greasy fat head and drag him to the car. He coughs up some blood and you can see his mouth struggle to try and produce words, his big arms trying only to reach you, but he's not quick enough.

>”Clean my car with your mouth.” You tell him.
>Take the bucket of chicken and attack him with it
>Write in

>>35800935
>Clean my car
>Don't spill any blood

>>35800935
Tie him to the roof, then continue to previous destination.

>>35800935
>>Take the bucket of chicken and attack him with it.
Just make sure he doesn't take too many serious wounds. When someone asks tell them he tried to punch you, while driving.

>>35800935
>>35800979
This!
>>35800986
This is he spills blood!

>Write in

>" Still hungry, Fat-boy?" Drag his fat ass to the back of the car. "Here. Have some fucking dessert." Hold his open mouth up to the hot tailpipe.

>>35800935
>>35800986
Yes.

Then proceed to play and sing to our favorite song sung by that Russian idol we know loudly.

Voting is over!

>>35801010
>>35801141

“Now” you say, “You will clean my car with your mouth. Suck up all that disgusting slop you’re eating, and make my seats and carpets as clean as I had them this morning. And I swear, if you get blood anywhere, I will do far worse.”

With quivering lips the fat man bends down and tries eating the tiny little crumbs that had dropped all over. Unfortunately, the fat man spilled a bit of his blood on the clean near-white carpet. It was a tiny splat of blood, but the color was far more striking than you could ever want. No. This would not do.

A quick jab to Knuck’s stomach and you walk to the back of the car and quickly pull up some rope you had left in your trunk. Fatty tries to run, but he can barely stand. You push him down and then tie his arms and his legs together. With more strength than you thought you had you lifted him right up onto the roof of your car, and secured him there with the rest of the rope

“Get me down!” he yells. “I swear I will kill you! Let me down!”

You ignore him and continue driving down the road, now listening to some classical Russian composers on the radio. This music calmed you, melted the ice in your chest into comforting water, and in an hour you were back at the headquarters where Vlad was stationed, and where you were supposed to drop off the fat man.

>>35801397
Once there you get to the large iron gate and the security officer lets you through, giving strange looks to the large load on top of your vehicle. Ignoring him you continue forward.

Two small time thugs come to meet Knucks at the door and stop in their tracks when they see him tied to your car.

“He was getting very sick from his chicken and I didn’t want him to barf in my car.” You say.

The two men immediately begin to try and untie the man, while you lean against your car.
The scene causes many people to exit the house, including Vlad himself, who sees your calm face and the anger and shame built up on Knuck’s.

“You will have to come with me.” He says, a hand on your shoulder.

>Follow him in
>Try and fight to get away

>>35801422
>Follow him in
He also tried to punch me when I reminded him this car was yours and he should treat it well. I don't think he respects you

>>35801422
>Follow him in

>>35801422
>Follow him in
"In my defense, the fat one disrespected the car."

>>35801422
>Follow him in

>>35801422
>Follow him in

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>>35801463
>>35801453

You are not one to argue, especially when you know the consequences, and so you put your hands in your pockets and walk alongside Vlad. Behind you, the two thugs struggle to support the fat man. You walk down a long hallway with beautiful art adorned in gilded frames, wonderful portraits and landscape scenes. Vlad is tall, with long, wavy white hair and a rather elegant way of doing things. He has been kind to you for years, and you’ve never had a problem with him. Despite the tales of the ferocity he shows his enemies, he is nothing if not kind to his friends.

“Ah, Ivan – we haven’t had a chance to talk in quite a while, have we?”

“No sir.” You say.

“May I ask how your beautiful wife is? And your lovely daughter?”

There is a ripple in the sea of your soul.

“My wife is…she has gone to Heaven.” You say, eyes cast ahead. It had been 6 months or so, and the thought of your wife being dead was still something you could barely stand, not that you’d show that. Your daughter was barely a year old herself. She was all you had now.

“Oh my! I apologize – I forgot that I had been unable to attend. I am deeply sorry, Ivan.”

“I didn’t hold it against you at all, Sir.”

The fat man behind you chokes out a laugh and it takes a lot of self control not to kill him on the spot with his own shoe.

Eventually you make it to a large room at the end of the hallway. Vlad sits and beckons you and Knucks to sit in front of him.

“So, what has happened?”

“This maggot nearly killed me, and then tied me to his car!” he says, while his disgusting neck fat jiggled. Vlad nods and turns to you.

“He had disrespected the car you graciously gave me, and by extension had disrespected you.”

“I want him dead! I want him and his child dead!”

You grip the arm of your seat and watch Vlad flick his eyes to you, a non-verbal warning.
“That’s a bit much, Knucks.”

>Deck him anyway
>Allow Vlad to deal with this
>Write in

>>35801947
>Allow Vlad to deal with this

>>35801947
>Allow Vlad to deal with this

>>35801947
>>Allow Vlad to deal with this
I hate this fat guy. I want to run him over so much.

>>35802012
He goes near Ivan's daughter, getting run over will be pleasant compared to what will happen to him.

>>35801978
>>35801987
+1 vote

Voting is over!

Yet again resisting the urge to hurt the fat man in far worse ways than he could imagine, you breathe deep and settle into your seat.

“Knucks, my comrade, if what he says is true then you may have deserved what you received.”

Knucks goes crazy at this. “With all due respect, Sir, I am in a much higher position than him! He should lick my boots!”

“He may have a small part, but it is an important one.”

You watch this unfold, now thinking only of protecting yourself and your daughter in case something truly bad is decided here.

“Vladimir! He deserves punishment. You will lose respect if you go easy on him!”

“Am I not losing respect by you right now?” Vlad asks, his tone shifting to one of slight anger despite his still calm visage. He looks down on Knucks, who has clammed up entirely.

“I will not punish Ivan, not for doing his job. You, on the other hand, will be kept under close watch for a month. Think of it as a job review.”

Knucks is furious, absolutely foaming at the mouth, and you stand before he can. “May I leave, sir?” you ask.

Vlad motions for you to sit, and you do as told. After that he sends Knucks on his way, who stomps out of the room in anger. Your boss leans forward with his hands clasped together.

“Ivan, comrade, you must keep your composure better. I cannot defend you like this all of the time.” Here he refers to an incident regarding you, a low-level thug, and the tire iron you managed to impale through his shoulder after he scuffed up your tire.

You nod in understanding.

“And I have a feeling that you may not be completely safe for a while. Please watch your back.”

You stand and give Vlad a handshake, and walk out to your car.

Back at home, you send the maid off to her sleeping chambers and enter the room with your infant daughter Anna. She already has a head of golden hair like her mother’s, and he complexion is that of soft marble, pure and white aside from her rosy cheeks and lips.

>Sleep
>Check the house for intruders
>Write in

>>35802565
>Check the house for intruders
We trust Vlad, but Knucks is a dick so just to be safe...

>>35802565
>>Check the house for intruders

>>35802565
>Make sure doors are locked and windows covered
>Make sure maid doesn't try to kill you.

[shadowrun intensifies]

>>35802565
>Check the house for intruders

>Write in

Pack some supplies and clothes and head for a hotel. Someone as stupid and impulsive as Knucks is more likely to strike sooner rather than later. Give the maid the week off as well.

>>35802724
Maybe we won't need something as drastic as this, but paranoia is setting in, so >>35802673 changing my vote

Voting is over!

>>35802631
>>35802613
>>35802724
>>35802762

You have been in this business for far too long to think that the matter had been settled with Knucks so easily. No, a worthless waste like him would surely not leave things the way Vlad had set them. It was the way of the weak of Mother Russia, not her strong and noble
people.

Brandishing the pistol you kept on you at all times, you first checked to make sure the windows in your daughter’s room were closed and locked. They weren’t, so you made absolutely certain that you did so. Then you check the rest of the windows and doors in your small house, making sure that they were locked and placing small, but loud objects in places where, when the entrances were opened, you’d hear them. A home security system, in a way. But something just didn’t feel right.

You peer out of the windows into the woods that make up your backyard, unable to see anything between the trees and their large, wicked shadows. Is that movement you see? You can’t tell, and this sets you on edge.

Taking the child and her diaper bag, you wake the maid and tell her to go to her mother’s home, and give her a week’s worth of pay. Afterwards you head to your car and place the girl in her car seat. But you hear more movement, and instead lock the car doors while standing outside it.

From the shadows of the forest walks Knucks, with 3 men behind him, various mooks you’d seen around.

Well fuck. You knew he’d go after you, but not so soon.

“Comrade, you really should’ve licked my boot. Vlad is wrong, and he grows older and weaker every day. Sooner or later, someone will take his place, and that’ll be me.” Fatty spits.

You are silent. There isn’t much to say, really.

“So, are you ready? You’ll get what’s coming to you now.”

Knucks walks towards you, along with two of his thugs. A third walks off towards the car…

>Deal with the guy by the car
>Deal with one of the thugs
>Go for Knucs
>Write in

>>35803041

shoot the nearest and then everyone in quick succession

>>35803041
>Deal with the guy by the car

>Deal with the guy by the car

Voting is over!

this quest is starting to make me like iori

>>35803433
It worked!

>>35803173
>>35803148
You observe everything around you as though you were some 360 camera, trying to take in all angles at once. From where you are, you can see that one of the men has reached your car and is about to break the window near your daughter. No, that’s not going to happen. You will not allow it. It’s unacceptable.

You’re the first to make a move, and it’s a decisive one – a single bullet goes off and a split second later a hole appears in the head of the man attempting to even try and get near your daughter. The man crumples to the ground, dead on the spot, and then the other two run towards you, one on each side.

With practiced shots you hit one in the knee, and then turn, shooting towards the other. It misses but he is thrown off of his path and trips, allowing you to run towards him and kick him – toe to chin – right in the face. His head snaps back, and you don’t even allow him to try to counter as you stomp his head into the ground on the return. Blood pools under his face, and you turn towards the fatman who had surprisingly snuck up on you. Fuck.

Following his namesake Knucks (brandishing large, gilded bronze knuckles) punches, hitting you directly in the stomach. Pain like a flame explodes inside you and you fly back a bit before falling on your ass. He runs towards you before you can get up and you barely manage to roll out of the way as he tries punching your head in from above.

>>35803491
From the roll you jump up and move in close and manage a hit right into his jaw, which turns his head. You barely have enough time to raise your arms in a guard as he jabs forward, and you swear you almost hear your bones creak.

Running backwards you pull out your gun once again and fire a shot, landing in the man’s shoulder. He howls in pain.

“You fucker! How dare you?!”

The bullet doesn’t seem to slow him one bit and in a second he’s right on top of you once again, and he manages to punch you in the face. Immediately you feel a back tooth come loose, and you spit the bloody thing right in his face as a distraction – when he gets startled you kick his kneecap hard enough to make it snap and he falls on his ass unable to get up. Now he’s powerless, and you stare down at him.

>Show mercy
>Kill him, mercy means nothing
>Write in

>>35803518
>>Kill him, mercy means nothing
He went after your daughter

>>35803518
Call Vlad tell him that Knucks broke into your house, threatened you and your daughter. He also said, “Comrade, you really should’ve licked my boot. Vlad is wrong, and he grows older and weaker every day. Sooner or later, someone will take his place, and that’ll be me.”
Ask him if he wants the pleasure of finishing this dog off or should you?

>>35803555
This. Mafya is all about respect, and while this guy doesn't deserve ours, Vlad does.

>>35803555
+1 vote

>>35803518
>Pistol whip his face to knock him out, then call Vlad
Check the other thugs. If alive knock them out too
>Check our daughter

Voting is over!

is this before he meet Protag and Iori or after

>>35803555
>>35803583
Your trigger finger is itchy. Very itchy. It’d take but a thought to pull the trigger and end the life of the dog there on the ground, panting and bleeding in front of you. Your stare could freeze glaciers were you to even look him in the eye, but he doesn’t deserve that much. No, he doesn’t deserve a quick death here either – Vlad needs to know about this. He deals out death warrants for higher-ups.

You cock Knucks in the face with your pistol, giving him a large, bloody abrasion and he falls from his ass to his back out cold. With the new opportunity granted to you, you walk over to check the 3 men you took down.

The first, by your car, has been dead since the bullet exploded through his skull. Streaks of gore were left on your car, however, and you feel the need to clean it badly. Looking through the window you can see Anna sleeping soundly, her small chest rising and falling, her little eyes closed. You let out a breath in relief, and then check on the remaining people on the ground.

One has a bullet through his throat, and you can see the light fading in his eyes as he chokes. You’d feel bad, if he hadn’t tried to kill you. The third man does illicit some sympathy from you, however, considering that you managed to slightly smash in his skull with your boot. It may or may not have been a bit too far.

You walk back in front of Knucks and hold your stomach, spitting out a glob of blood. He got a rather good hit on you, you gotta say. But now is not the time for that. You need to call and inform Vlad.

“Hello?” sounds off his secretary.

“I need Vlad.”

“He’s currently busy.”

“This is important, Katherine. Very important.”

A pause on the other end, and then Vlad answers.

“Hello?”

“Vladimir, it’s Ivan.”

“It’s rather late, Ivan.”
[1/2]

>>35803984
[2/2]

“Ah, well I figure this is important enough to wake you.”

You tell Vlad what had happened, and what Knucks had said regarding usurpation of the “throne” as it was. The line goes silent for a few minutes and you wait for his answer.

“I am sending two men to pick him up and bring him to me. Meanwhile, head to any hotel you’d like for a few days – I will pay. There may be more in our fold who wish to bring you harm after this.”

You thank him and hang up.

>Head to the most luxurious hotel in the city
>Head to a more modest hotel

>>35803947
Before. This whole cabbie quest is more or less a flashback.

>>35804004
>>Head to a more modest hotel
just wanted to make sure when this was taking place

>>35804004
>Head to a more modest hotel
No need to live it up on the boss's tab, besides the ritzy places are watched more likely than not.

>>35804004
>Head to a more modest hotel

>>35804004
>Head to a more modest hotel

Voting is over!

While you wait for Vlad’s thugs to come pick up Knucks, you wash off your car with a hose. Even in the worst of times, you weren’t going to take your beautiful car out covered in blood and gore. When your car is clean you decide to pick up your daughter and rock her in your arms back and forth. God, you loved her. She’s truly why you even managed to not off yourself when your wife died. She’s why you continued to work for the mob – the money you got for assisting killers and thieves could give her jewels, if she wanted any. You hoped that you could raise her so that she wouldn’t want such useless trinkets, though.

It’s not long before Vlad’s men come and manhandle Knucks into their car, tied up once again and kicked around a bit.

“Did he give you trouble?” one man, Pieter, asks.

“Yeah, but I gave him trouble too. Look at his pig face.”

Pieter hands you a card from Vlad and then the men leave soon after. You return your daughter to her seat before getting into the car and driving, headlights off for your idea of stealth. It might be dark but you knew these roads and this land as much as you knew yourself. They were a part of you, and you manage to drive about half an hour out of the way to a small, cozy hotel.

Inside you order a room for a week, and when the concierge asks for a credit card you just produce the special card that Vlad’s men had given you and the man pales.

“Our best room, Sir. R-right away.”

[1/2]

>>35804372
[2/2]

You hated to admit it, but being in the mob did have its perks.

You are lead to a large, well furnished room with a king bed and small crib for your daughter. It’s very comfortable inside, and due to being a few stories up, you feel secure in the thought that there is no one who can reach you, not without you knowing anyway.

Fatigue finally hits you and you fall back on the bed once you put your daughter to sleep herself. You truly can’t stop your eyes from closing.

Hours later you awake to two things: a text message, and a knock on the door.


>Check the message
>Check the door
>Write in

>>35804383
>>Check the message
could be a warning

>>35804383
>Check the message
then
>Check the door
With gun in hand

>>35804383
>>Check the message
Quickly Ivan!

>>35804383
>Check the message

>>35804383
>Check the message

>>35804429
>>35804406
>>35804409

You pull out your phone, eyes stinging from the sudden bright light, and then see a message sent from Vlad. It’s a picture of the town’s most luxurious hotel, half of which was currently in flames. Under that was a caption from Vlad: “There is a leak in our ranks, and a growing opposition. Neither of us may be safe.”

Why anyone would want to take down Vlad evaded you. He was a kind man to his followers, a tyrant to his enemies, and a strong person in all aspects. But times were changing, and in the 10 or so years you’d worked with Vlad you’d noticed a distinct change in the ranks – the thugs were more violent, more angry and far less smart than they used to be. It’s not too hard to imagine that these people would be against Vlad’s old time ways.

There is another knock on the door and you get up, first to quiet your stirring daughter and then to check who is outside. You hold your gun in your hand and then look through the peephole. Through it you see a young woman, maybe 20, with long red hair. Olga, you think. She was a somewhat new recruit who had risen fairly quickly.

The more important part, however, was that she was close with Knuck’s men.

The most important part, however, was the gun you could see her failing to hide behind her back.

>Let her in, deal with her in your room
>Rush out
>Talk through the door
>Write in

--TO BE CONTINUED NEXT THREAD--

Sorry we had to cut it short this week, but I've got an important appointment early in the morning.

Thanks for reading and playing along, anons!

Questions, concerns, and comments are welcome.

>>35804585
>>Talk through the door
[SHADOWRUN INTENSIFIES]

>>35804585
>Write in
Pretend we're not here, she'll go away.

>>35804623
Thanks for running! I enjoy playing from different perspectives.

>>35804585
>Talk through the door
Shoot her through it if she makes a move to ready her gun.

>>35804623
Thank you for the thread!

So, cavities or what?

>>35804585
>Talk through the door
And shoot her dead should she even flinch in a way we don't like.

>>35804686
>Thanks for running! I enjoy playing from different perspectives.

No problem. I like writing Protag, but mixing it up is as fun for writing as I'm sure it is for you readers.

>>35804689
>So, cavities or what?
Scarier. They found some bump or something behind one of my front teeth and I have to get a biopsy on it because, even if it's 99% probably benign, it could be a tumor or something shitty like that.

Let's just hope not.

>>35804726
Got a twitter ID?

>>35804751
Yup!

https://twitter.com/Chromatique_GM

>>35804726
Oh man, I hope you'll be fine. At least you're getting a look at it early.

>>35804726
I'll be pretty cross if you die of cancer, OP.

>>35804726
Good luck Chromatique

>>35804867
Thank you, that means a lot. And yeah, better to catch it early than when it's too late.

I don't even smoke or chew, so I don't know where this would come from. Oh well.

>>35804913
One of a small few, hahaha. I'll try my hardest not to. Not dying of cancer has some perks for me too.

>>35804937
Thanks, anon.

>>35804947
Cancer can happen anywhere sometimes for no discernable reason, I do hope its benign though.

>>35804981
I've got some family history too, which doesn't help,

But it's probably nothing and I'm just worrying for no reason.

Thanks for all the well wishes, guys.

I've added the thread to the archive, and now I can go to bed.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=accidental+idol+crime+quest