>>607815
>> “I'll go! Val, stay with Anneliese!”

>>607815
>> “Fine! But be careful!”

>>607815
> “Fine! But be careful!”

>>607815
>> “Fine! But be careful!”

> “Fine! But be careful!”

You gently hug Anneliese for a moment. “Fine, but be careful! For me!” She nods, determined. “Val, come on!” The two of you get up and start running for the hallway.

“Hey, get those girls!” yells one of the hitmen. They start to chase after you, but are blown back Annelise throwing the table at them. “Agh! What the fuck!?” Anneliese rolls up her sleeve, huffing at them. Oh, those guys are in for a bad time. But you can't linger now, that jewel is your only hope at getting cured! And it's getting away!

You hurry down the dimly lit hallways, hearing the sounds of heavy footsteps ahead of you. The mobsters are close! And you're going to catch them! Remember, Rana. The Jewel is your priority. No needless death, no needless cruelty. Christine would look down on you for any of that.

A pair of mobsters stand around the corner, wielding Browning Hi-Powers. “Hey you girls! You ain't allowed back here!” They point their guns at you. “Turn around and-” Val immediately slides forward and slaps the one on the left, flooring him. The other can barely flinch before Val grabs his arm, knocks it against his face, then flips him end over end. The first guard raises his gun to try and shoot her before she kicks the gun out of his hand, then punches him straight out. They both lay on the ground, groaning in pain.

Whoa.

You grab the gun as it flies into your hand. “I'll take that.”

> BROWNING HI-POWER <
> Another design by the legendary John Browning, this semi-automatic single action pistol utilizes a 9mm Parabellum cartridge. Completed and produced by Fabrique Nationale, it serves as a very basic but also a very reliable sidearm. <

You check the magazine, and find it full. Good, a very basic but good sidearm is what you need right now anyway. You and Val hurry on past the broken up guards.

And there you find Don Speranza and Kiril hurrying into a secret passageway, aided by another pair of guards. He looks back, surprised, then sees Kiril. “They're after the Diamond! Get running, boy!” Don Speranza pushes Kiril into the passageway, then shuts the door behind him, locking it shut.

“Hey!” yells one of the mobster. “You forgot us!”

“Forget it, they're just a pair of girls anyway!” He pulls out a sawn-off double barreled shotgun from his coat, while the other pulls out a Colt SAA revolver. “Reach for the sky, ladies!”

> “You reach for the sky!” Point your gun at them.
> Just shoot them.
> “Val, take them down!”
> Other

>>607887
> “Val, take them down!”

>>607887
>> “Val, take them down!”

>>607887
>> “Val, take them down!”

>>607887
> Just shoot them.

> “Val, take them down!”

“Val, go!”

She speeds past you and headbutts the mobster with the shotgun. “Agh! Fuck!” The other mobster turns to fire at her, but she slaps his hand down. Bang, a spaz fire.

“Ah! Motherfucker!” The other mobster jumps up in pain, having shot out his own foot. The shotgun mobster tries to blast Val, but Val responds with a quick blow to the gut, then a grab of the neck and a slam into the wall. He slumps down, groaning. The other mobster falls over, groaning in pain at his blown out foot.

The two mobsters lie there, groaning in agony. “Wow.” You step up to Val. “Where did you learn that?”

“That is a secret,” says Val very quickly. She tries the door, but finds it locked.

“Damn, it's locked,” you say. “Hold on, I'll go get-” Val punches out the doorknob, then rips out the door from its hinges. “... uh. Okay, thank you. That's very nice of you.” Note to self. Do not do anything to make Val unhappy. You look into the secret passage and find what appears to be a stone staircase leading upwards. Probably to a secret exit. A smuggler's exit by the looks of it to bring in alcohol. “Come on.” You leave the wounded mobsters behind and hurry up the steps.

Oh, Anneliese, please be okay. Please find another way out yourself.

You come up to a wooden hatch. Val again does the honors. She busts it open into several pieces, allowing you and her to hop out into an unsuspecting alleyway. Alright, Don Speranza can't have gotten far. Not unless he had a car to drive him out of here! You look down the alleyway, and find him and Kiril getting into a car into the street. “Hey!” you yell. You and Val sprint after them.

“Shoot them!” yells the Don. Kiril reaches into the trunk of the car and pulls out a rifle almost as big as he is. A Colt Monitor with a Cutts Compensator. He fires at the two of you, but the shots go wild and smash into brick and mortar all around you. People walking the streets in the night scatter and scream in fright at gunfire.

“Don!” yells Kiril. He hands the Don the Diamond.

“Thanks, kid! Let's get out of here!” The Don kicks the driver's seat, and the car immediately speeds off, without Kiril.

“H- Hey!” Kiril runs after them, then stops. “... oy vey.” He looks back to see you two. “Shit!” He runs off in another direction, probably hoping to at least draw you away from the Don.

> Go after Kiril.
> Go after the Don.
> Other

>>607945
>> Go after the Don.
We need to commandeer a car. Or a taxi. All the taxi drivers love that "Follow that car!" thing.

>>607945
> Go after the Don.

>>607945
> Go after the Don.
Prioritize!

>>607945
>> Go after the Don.

> Go after the Don.

Forget Kiril! You run over to a cab that's parked nearby. You open it up and sit in with Val in the back. The driver looks back at you from his newspaper. “'Ey, ladies. Can't you see I'm reading the news here?”

“Follow that car!” you yell.

“Oh gee, really.” He throws up his hands. “Follow that car! Real freakin' specific!”

“I'll guide you!” You slam on his chair, making him flinch. “Now go!”

He rolls his eyes. “Oh gee.” He rolls his taxi out of his parking space, then hurries along. You yell commands at him to follow this street, that street, turn here, turn there. All in the name of securing your Jewel of Eternity from some rotten thug. This taxi driver however is not having it. “You know, I was having a really good night before you two showed up! Now I'm gonna get a parking ticket, my wife's never gonna shut up about the ticket and how I almost risked crashing and wrecking my goddamn livelihood!”

Val stares at him. “Then why are you obeying us?”

He shrugs. “Reasons.”

“There!” You see the familiar license plate of his car. “Hold on!” You stick your body out the window, then aim your Browning Hi-Power. You fire, shattering one of his backlights and making him swerve through traffic.

“And now the shooting! Not this again!” he yells.

The Don's car pulls left, speeding down into a narrow one way street. “Go, go!” Your taxi speeds on after it.

Out of the Don's car leans one of his henchmen. He fires a Thompson back at you, shattering the windshield and shooting up the engine. “Ah, this is the third time this week I gotta fix that engine!” yells the taxi driver. The road starts to narrow down to a single lane. It appears you've wandered into a home district, with apartments rising up above you all. Cars parked on either side of the road keep you from getting a good aim. But...

> Shoot out a tire.
> Shoot the henchman.
> Tell the taxi driver to ram them.
> Other

>>608020
>> Shoot out a tire.

>>608020
> Tell the taxi driver to ram them.

>>608020
>> Shoot out a tire.

>>608020
>> Shoot out a tire.

> Shoot out a tire.

You blast out one of his tires. His car starts to skid, then deflects off a parked car into another parked car. The henchman falls out, cracking his head against the pavement and rolling across the ground. The taxi driver runs him over, making the taxi bounce and almost knock you right out of it. “Damn it!” yells the taxi driver. “At least I can explain that to the cops-”

“Look out!” you yell.

He slams on the brakes, and ends up smashing into the crashed car of the Don Speranza. The taxi driver lies back in his seat, bleeding from his head. You place a hand on his shoulder as you open your car door. “Put some pressure on that, there'll be some doctors coming by soon.” He nods, shutting his eyes and waiting for help. You and Val exit the car, then you point your gun at the passenger side door. “Don Speranza, get out of the car now and surrender that Diamond!”

…

You blink. Something's off here. Something's incredibly off.

You step up to the car, then rip open the door. “Don Speranza-”

You're suddenly shot right through the chest. You gasp, falling back. Wow, that incredibly painless. You look down to see your dress now beginning to stain black. It's right below the chest, almost at the heart. Wait, okay. Oh no. Oh... You hold your chest. There's the pain! Oh God! That's painful!

“Hello, little girl.” Stepping out of the car is the Witch Doctor himself. He holds up the Jewel of Eternity in his hand. “Looking for this?” You stare up at him, slowly crawling away. He feeds another .357 magnum round into the cylinder of his Smith and Wesson Model 27, staring down at you through the lens of his cold mask.

Val jumps up over the car, attempting to ambush him. She jumps up and the Witch Doctor immediately blasts her in the chest. She falls back and behind the car out of your sight. “V-... Val!” you stammer. You can't even talk anymore. What's wrong with you!? “Y-... you!”

“If you're wondering, you are experiencing the symptoms of shock,” he says. Don Speranza pokes his head out of the car, looking terrified out of his mind. “I should know. I am a doctor after all.” Red and black starts to creep in around your vision. You try to hold up your soul ring. Come on, transform, transform!

Your arm suddenly twitches, and a bit of blue magical static creeps up your arm. No!

Don Speranza looks at the Witch Doctor. “A-... aren't you going to shoot her?”

[1/2]

>>608152
[2/2]

“I could,” says the Witch Doctor as he whirls the revolver in his hand. “But I could also watch her slowly bleed out.” You turn over, trying to crawl away. It's that you feel that yes, the round went right through you.

“You sick monster!” you hiss.

“Mhm.” He grunts. You blink. Oh God, you're going to pass out. “Looks like you're about to black out, little girl.” He presses his foot down on your head, forcing you into the pavement. “Unlike other doctors, I don't believe in mercy. I might be a cure to your magical whatever, but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy it.” You squeeze your eyes tight. Anneliese, someone... anyone! Please help!

You give out, and suddenly everything goes black.

-

-

You open your eyes up. You yelp, holding your gut and looking around. You're in a creepy decrepit old attic. The light comes in through a little round window. Looking down, you see that your wound has been bandaged and wrapped up. It hardly feels like it was ever there. As you sit on this surprisingly comfortable bed, you keep looking around. Just dusty old stuff, you also see a Colt Monitor on lying on a chest as well. You hear the hustle and bustle of the city outside.

Where are you?

You hear some footsteps approaching, oh boy.

> Lie in bed and wait.
> Go for the Monitor.
> “Who's there?”
> Other

>>608154
>> “Who's there?”
Well that didn't quite go as hoped.

>>608154
> Go for the Monitor.

>>608154
>> Go for the Monitor.

>>608154
> Lie in bed and wait.
Night GS, good luck with the rest

> Go for the Monitor.

You crawl out of bed, then hurry over to the Colt Monitor. You grab it, then check the magazine. Full. You slap it in, then charge the bolt. You point it to the door. And once it opens, you see who exactly is coming in.

Kiril.

… with a tray of pancakes.

He blinks at you, surprised that not only are you awake, but that you've also stolen his gun and are now holding him up. “... I can see you don't like pancakes. I'll be right back,” he says.

“Stop!” you yell. He flinches, freezing in place. “Where am I!?”

“N- Not so loud!” he loudly whispers. “You're gonna wake up Misses Rzepczynski!” He places the tray of pancakes onto the bed, then holds up his hands in surrender. “You're at my place, okay? I brought you here.” What? “I cleaned up your gutshot too. I was-...” He shrugs. “Just helping you.”

“Why?” You slowly lower the rifle down.

He looks away for a second, biting his lip, then sighs. “Look, you spared my life. I-... I saw that freak with the mask and the Don just leave you in the street. They were intending to just watch you bleed to death, then they heard the sirens and just bailed. So, they was gonna leave you for dead but I-”

“Why didn't you just bring me to a hospital?” you ask.

“Pffft.” He shakes his head. “Don Speranza owns half the hospitals in New York. He finds out you're in one of them, he-... look, can't you be grateful that I saved your life!?” He points to the pancakes on the tray. “I even cooked you breakfast! I'm a real maven with cooking mind yous.”

You blink, continuing to lower the Colt Monitor down slowly. “And my friends?”

“They's probably still looking for you.”

“What about Val?” you ask. “Wh- where is she? She got shot with me too!”

He shakes his head. “I only saw you. If I had seen her, I'd have her here too. Look, miss. Just like uh... sit down. Don't be too hasty, okay? I can't even fight back you know, I left my pistol somewhere else, I dunno know where but it's somewhere and-” You raise the Monitor back up. “Okay, shutting up.”

> Eat breakfast, you need to consolidate.
> “I need to find my friends.”
> “I need to find Don Speranza and that Diamond.”
> Other

>>608241
>> Eat breakfast, you need to consolidate.

>>608241
> Eat breakfast, you need to consolidate.

>>608241
>Eat breakfast, you need to consolidate

>>608241
>> Eat breakfast, you need to consolidate.
Most important meal of the day.

> Eat breakfast, you need to consolidate.

You place the Colt Monitor by the bed, then sit down. You take the tray onto your lap, then start cutting up the pancakes. Hm, for a street rat Murder Inc. wannabe these do look and smell like good pancakes you suppose. He stands there awkwardly, deciding to shove his hands in his pockets and watch as you eat. “You can sit down,” you say.

He nods, sitting down next to you. You roll your eyes, then take a bite out of his pancakes. Hm, not too shabby. “So how long have I been out?” you ask.

“Just the night,” he says. “And I tell you, you were bleeding like no one's business yet...” He motions to you. “You don't look any worse. I've seen guys bleed like that they never get back up again.” You shrug at that, continuing to eat his pancakes. “What's your story?”

“That's something for another day,” you say. “I just need to think. My friends obviously aren't just going to abandon me.” Kiril nods slowly, looking at his knees. “They'll be looking for me. I think I should stay until they find me, what do you think?”

“Stay?” He looks at you incredulously. “You're not staying here, shikse. You're already using my bed, you're eating my food! You almost killed me with my own gun!” You glare at him. Is he really taking this time to complain? “Besides, Don Speranza- look, that man was a father to me, alright! But if he finds you here in my home? He's gonna buy me some prime real estate at the bottom of the Hudson!” Hmph. “Just saying! No amount of candy ain't gonna bribe me about that!”

You shake your head, continuing to eat. “Well, I have to do something. Look, where's Don Speranza? Where's he live?” He hesitates a bit. “I'm not going to kill him. I want to know where the Diamond is.”

He shrugs. “Well, he keeps a collection in a mansion in Jersey. Likes collecting the weird stuff. That Diamond included I suppose. Bigger question though is...” He grabs your wrist, making you flinch. He spies the black mark on it, and the greying grey veins seeping into the rest of your arm. “The hell is this!?”

> “It's nothing.”
> “It's magic.”
> “What? You never seen a girl with a skin condition before?”
> Other

>>608367
>> “What? You never seen a girl with a skin condition before?”

>>608367
> “It's nothing.”
So should we start referring to Kiril as 'Jew Jockey'?

>>608367
>> “What? You never seen a girl with a skin condition before?”

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>>608565
Thanks for running Schteel, hope the computer troubles don't persist.

> “What? You never seen a girl with a skin condition before?”

You glare at him. “What, you've never seen a girl with a skin condition before?”

“I-” Kiril balks at that, leaning back a little. “Don't lie to me! This isn't a skin condition!”

“Well...” You puff your cheeks out a little, continuing to glare furiously at him. “It is!”

“You-” He drops your arm. “Ah, forget it! Keep your secrets.” He stands up, then grabs his Colt Monitor before you get a chance to react. “Now listen. The Don is probably gonna kill me if he ever finds out I let you into my home and let you heal and... how did you heal so quickly anyway? What is this!?”

You shrug. “I heal quickly.”

“Y-...” He sighs. “Secrets, I understand. Okay, fine. Keep 'em, keep 'em. Not like I'm the guy that let you into his home and nursed you back to health or anything.” You roll your eyes. “Oy vey, all this and that is gonna drive me insane. Now listen, you gotta go find your friends, okay? I am just going to hunker down, hit the mattress, maybe find me some candy and forget all this ever happened. That way the Don asks me where you is, I can lie to his face and be truthful at the same time, yeah?” You stare at him, what kind of logic is that? “What?”

“Nothing,” you say. You finish off your pancakes, then place the tray down on the floor. “Still, thank you for helping me at least. It's kind of disappointing that you're just throwing me back out into the streets.”

“Hey, it's New York,” he says simply. “Every man for himself.” Sadly, you know all too well how that feels. “Now listen, I'll do you a solid, okay?” He turns around, then walks over to the chest. He opens it up, revealing a stash of guns. He reaches in, then offers you a C96 Mauser. “Got this from a Chinaman friend of mine. Helps me run guns occasionally, they really love this over in China.”

> C96 MAUSER “Red 9” <
> The famous C96 Mauser rechambered to fire 9mm Parabellum. The broomhandle combines high (for a pistol) ammo capacity, high fire rate, and a very optimistic sighting for up to a kilometer. Very popular with Chinamen. <

“Oh, well...” You fold your arms.

“Go on, take it,” he says. “I got loads of them.”

> Take the C96.
> “You keep it.”
> “I don't suppose you have something better?”
> Other

>>610686
>> Take the C96.

>>610686
> Take the C96.

> Take the C96.

You take the C96, and check the ammo inside. Full, of course. Does he just keep his weapons loaded when he's not using them? What kind of attitude is that? “Right,” he says. “That'll get you where you need to go.” You conceal it beneath your skirt, then pull on your jacket as well. “Do you actually know where you need to go?”

“Well, first things first,” you say. “I have to find my friends.”

“You know where they might be?” asks Kiril.

“Sure I do.” You grab the knob of the door out of his attic. “Listen, Kiril. Thank you again for saving me at least.” You smile at him. “I guess we're even now.”

“Hey, you didn't kill me, I made sure nobody killed you,” he says. “I don't think that's even just yet.” You roll your eyes. Of course, of course. “Well, shalom to you then, miss. And don't come back, I don't want the Don hunting me down because of this. He and I have a rocky relationship as it is.” Right. You nod to him, and step out of the attic.

-

-

No.

The first place you figured you'd head to was the old garage where you used to make your home before Christine found you. Where Gatsby has been for the past few years and you last reunited with him. You figured that would be the most obvious rally point.

But now it was gone, burnt to cinders. And no fire department either to pick up the wreck. Great. You were cut off from your friends, Val is missing, and your ability to transform into a magical girl is waning the longer you delay in curing this thing. Damn it, damn it! How did the Witch Doctor even know to destroy the garage anyway?

You search through the wreckage, looking for clues for anything, something to put you on the right track. It seems the gun collection that Gatsby built up at least made it out but... damn it!

Great, just great. You're stuck in New York. Your friends don't know where you are. One friend is missing and probably dead. And all you have to your name is the clothes on your back and a C96 Mauser.

Where do you go from here?

> Seek out the Soriano camorra. You might have a common enemy.
> Continue the search for your friends.
> Try and find Val. She can't be too far.
> Other

>>610944
> Other
I mean, we could ask Operator right? He's got eyes everywhere and might be able to at least point us in the right direction if nothing else.

>>610944
>> Continue the search for your friends.

>>611010
> Other

-

-

“I see.” You managed to find a phonebooth and get in contact with Operator #5 again. “And what of Gatsby and Anneliese?”

“Anneliese stayed behind to buy me time to get the Jewel. I don't know where she is,” you say. “Has she contacted you at all?” you ask.

“No. I fear Anneliese is also missing.” Damn it. How did a bunch of mobsters get the drop on you!? Oh! You smack your head against the phone. Christine wouldn't let this stuff happen to her! Why are you letting this happen to you!? “Do not worry. I have eyes and ears most everywhere. I'll find her, but New York is a big city. It could be at least a day or two.”

“I don't have a day or two,” you declare. “The wound is getting worse!” You clutch the phone in a deathgrip. “Don Speranza's made off with the Diamond! The Witch Doctor almost killed me! Everyone's missing! What do I do, Operator!?”

“Let me think,” he says calmly. You lean against the glass of the phonebooth, sighing. “Okay, here is what you're going to do. Anneliese is a big plus to have in fights, and Gatsby is your best chance at synthesizing a cure. So finding them first should be your priority.”

“Do you have any hints for me?” you ask.

“Not at the moment,” he says. “And we have already dismantled your New York apartment after we tried to move you to the countryside. Whoever this Witch Doctor is, he appears to be sense you for miles, track you even.” A sweatdrop runs down your brow. “It's entirely possible that wherever you go, he might be there, and wherever you went he'll be there too.”

“... you're scaring me.”

“I know,” he says. “So who was this Val person you were talking about?”

“Val? Uh... she just tagged along one day, yesterday even,” you explain. “She was real good in a fight. Um, pretty cute face I guess? Big bust. Sort of like mine.” Probably explains why Don Speranza was so infatuated with her. “Why?”

“She may also be of use. You said she was shot and is now missing?”

“Yep,” you say.

“Hm... Here's my suggestion, find Val first. Whoever she is, she might be incredibly useful to you. If she's dead, so be it, but alive she may yet be the key to your survival.” Um, that's strange to say. It's almost as if...

“Do you know something I don't, Operator?”

“I know many things you and Liberty don't. But for the sake of your sanity and your well-being, I don't tell you,” he explains. Wow, confidence booster. “Go find Val. Perhaps you might find Anneliese along the way. I'll continue to attempt to locate them.” He hangs up on you.

Ugh. You rest your head against the phone. Where to start then?

> Where you last saw Val.
> To the hospital, maybe she ended up there.
> Back to the auction house. There might be cops but at least there won't be mobsters.
> Other

>>611312
>> Where you last saw Val.
Time to retrace our steps.

>>611312
> Where you last saw Val.
Noir detective narration go!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u116HbMOF_Y

>>611312
> Back to the auction house. There might be cops but at least there won't be mobsters

Start where everything went sideways

Also, here's the missing thread for archiving

>>544955

>>611458
Thanks, Anon, you're great.

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>>611477
Squee! Sempai noticed me!

>>611312
>> Where you last saw Val.

>Where you last saw Val.

> Where you last saw Val.

-

-

You remember the street vividly enough. Seeing as how New York used to be your old home, you know almost every street and every building here. Which means that you're able to navigate to the last spot you saw Val quite easily. The crashed cars have all been cleaned up well enough, and while a few cops here and there patrol, it's almost as if nothing happened here. Even your blood got cleaned from the streets quickly. You didn't think New York had it in it to get things like that done quickly, but if its maintain an element of civilization in the face of a criminal element, so be it.

You continue to look around. You even ask around as well. Turns out this block of apartments is home to quite a few negroes, most of whom balk at talking to you for one reason or another. “Nah, miss,” says one of them. “Ain't seen a girl you're describing.”

Dang.

You continue looking around the sidewalks. It's a cloudy day today unfortunately, which means you don't have the benefit of sunlight to really cast down on things that might grab your attention.

You blink. Wait, what's that? You kneel down on the sidewalk, then rub your hand against the pavement. That's not water staining the pavement. It's not blood either by the looks of things. You tilt your head, then look up to see heading into an alleyway.

Hm. With that, you decide to follow that trail. It's very faint, but it's there. Once your attention is on it, you can neve rnot see it. It's like Hansel and Gretel, follow the breadcrumbs home. At least, that's how you think it went.

After what feels like half an hour of slow walking, you come up to a huge imposing warehouse. It appears to be abandoned. There's a hole in the fencing that implies that Val might've gone through there, or maybe it was raccoons. Whatever it was, you head through it and walk up to the big building. The huge door leading in is lifted up, and inside is faintly lit by the glow of sunlight through the clouds. Nothing but dust, spiders, and old boxes inside. “Val?” you call.

No response. You continue following the trail inside.

You hear a jostling noise.

> Draw your pistol.
> “Val!?”
> Forget this, run!
> Other

>>611590
>> Draw your pistol.

>>611590
>Draw your pistol.

We are done screwing around. Guns out, all the time.

>>611590
>> Draw your pistol.
>> “Val!?”

>>611590
>Draw your pistol.

>>611590
>> Draw your pistol.

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> Draw your pistol.

You quickly draw your C96 and aim at the direction of the jostling. “Who's there!?”

…

“Show yourself!” You are done playing around. You are not going to be ambushed by anybody or anything. “Come on out, damn it!” You steady your hands, pointing the gun at a few crates. One of them definitely moved. “I'm warning you now!”

You see a pair of hands come up. “I surrender.” That voice.

Oh no. You step back. No, no, no, no, no, no. It can't be. Please no.

She stands up. She no longer wears a uniform indicating her to be a Nazi or ever being part of the Magisch Korps or even being German. She looks like any other regular American in nothing but a trenchcoat, a nice dress, and a dowdy little hat. But underneath that vicious grin of hers. You know who she is.

> KNIVES <
> A villain with no need to explain herself <

“W-...” You don't hesitate. You fire at her. You hear a slashing sound, and find the bullet in two pieces right at her feet, one of her hands now holding a knife.

“Tsk, tsk. Do you shoot surrendering people this often or is that just part of your little schtick?” she asks.

“WHY ARE YOU HERE!?” you scream.

“Goodness, indoor voices.” She drops off the crate, walking towards you. “People might hear us. Unless that is what you are into...?” You point the gun at her again. “... can we talk?”

> “NO!” Shoot her.
> Shoot her.
> “Sure.” Prepare to shoot her.
> Other

>>611759
>> “Sure.” Prepare to shoot her.

>>611759
> “Sure.” Prepare to shoot her.
I posit the hypothesis "BANG".
Aw shit Knives is back! Wait, what does that mean the liquid we were following was?

>>611759
>> “Sure.” Prepare to shoot her.
The only good nazi is a dead nazi!

>>611759
>> “Sure.” Prepare to shoot her.

>>611759
>“Sure.” Prepare to shoot her.

She's not into Bomber, we should be relatively fine and unraped

>>611759
>“Sure.” Prepare to shoot her.

> “Sure.” Prepare to shoot her.

You keep the pistol trained on her. “Sure. But make it quick.” Whatever this mindless Nazi wants, it's probably not going to be anything good. But if she's allowing herself to talk to you, perhaps it'd be best to listen. Christine might do the same you suppose.

She smiles, placing the knife back in a hidden holster in her coat. “We have a common enemy.” She places her hands on her hips, swaying them side to side, smirking at you. “The Witch Doctor he calls himself?” You blink, lowering your pistol somewhat. What? “You see, he wants to exterminate magic all over the world. That means eliminating all magical girls, all the Messengers, everything that has is magical in nature. And that conflicts with what I want to do.”

“What do you want to do?” you ask.

“Rape Liberty,” she says very bluntly. “What else?”

Your heart skips a beat. How is someone so shameless and so depraved? Hell itself could not contain her.

She smiles at you, folding her arms. “Now, I do not have the Magisch Korps at the strength it used to operate at. It isn't even here to help me. But I do happen to have a few friends here and there assisting me in my endeavors. And my endeavors are magical in nature. That Witch Doctor is going to ruin my plans. And I wish to see him gone. So I propose a truce. We help each other. And together we defeat the Witch Doctor, Liberty is safe for another day long enough for me to stalk and eventually crawl into her bed and molest her as she sleeps!”

“... why would I want to do that?” you ask.

She points to your hand. “Because of that.” Your hand is starting to go black from the mark. You balk at it. Oh Christ. “I know I am not the most trustworthy person right now, but I can tell judging by that mark, you have very few options left. And I happen to be one of them.”

“And what if I say no?” you ask.

She gasps. “Would you really want to say no to me?” She gives you a very sad pout. “I am heartbroken!”

> “Yeah, let's not.”
> “Fine. Truce.”
> “Can you give me a minute to think on this?”
> Other

>>611901
> “Can you give me a minute to think on this?”
>"Hey, have you seen this other girl? Cute face, large bust, might have a bullet hole in her?"

>>611901
>> “Fine. Truce.”
But we'll sleep with one eye open. She'll backstab us the first chance she gets.

>>611901
>> “Fine. Truce.”

>>611901
>“Fine. Truce.”
Trust her as far as you can throw her.
Say that you have lewd pictures of Libby and you'll give them to her if she cooperates

> “Fine. Truce.”

“Fine.” You slowly lower the pistol. “We have a truce. But not an alliance.” You awkwardly glance left to right, then tilt your head. “Um. You wouldn't have happened to have seen a friend of mine come through here.”

“Glowing eyes, looks like she came out of a Civil War story, very big bust, fuckable body like yours?” she asks.

“Yeah!” Wait. What. “Um. Yeah, sort of like that. She'd have been wounded.”

Knives folds her arms. “You know, I think I did. She happens to be here now in fact.” Wait, really? She motions you to follow her. “Come here.” Knives leads you up to the overseeing office up on the catwalks. There you find that she has made quite the home for herself. A little bed, a footlocker, some pictures and newsclippings on a board on the wall. She seems to be planning something, but unfortunately, it's all in German. Must be why she was willing to take you up here. “Here is my office. Feel free to make yourself comfortable.”

“Where is she?” you ask.

She curls her fingers to you, beckoning you to follow her further. “Come on.” She leads you on through the dusty, grimy hallways of the old warehouse until you come up to an abandoned office. She opens the door, and allows you in.

There you find Val sleeping beneath a blanket. “She came here and collapsed, I decided to do the good Samaritan thing and take her in, heal her wound.”

“Is that all you did?” you ask.

“... no,” she says quietly. “But, you don't need to know anything else. Me and her are already quite intimate.” That sick girl, ugh! Taking advantage of a woman as she sleeps!? “If you'd like, you can talk to her.”

> “Yeah, give me a minute with her.”
> “No. We need to discuss our next move.”
> “No. I need to get going anyway.”
> Other

>>612046
>“Yeah, give me a minute with her.”

>>612046
>> “No. We need to discuss our next move.”

>>612046
>> “Yeah, give me a minute with her.”

>>612046
> “Yeah, give me a minute with her.”
You should really see a shrink.

> “Yeah, give me a minute with her.”

“Yeah, give me a minute.” Knives nods, allowing you to step in. She shuts the door behind you. And for a second you consider that maybe she was locking you in here to trap you. Whatever the case, you decide to risk. You sit down next to Val. “Val?”

She opens her eyes, then looks to you. “Ah, it is you.”

“Are you okay?” You look at her chest, which is covered beneath the blanket. “I-... I'm sorry you were shot. I didn't think that the Witch Doctor would have found us like that and just... beat us like that.” To be completely honest, the guilt was quite a lot to bear. You'd never forgive yourself if Anneliese had gotten hurt like that either, or even Gatsby. Especially Gatsby. You sigh deeply. “You're alright, right?”

“Yes,” says Val.

…

“Val, I need your help,” you say. “We need to find the Jewel of Eternity and... to do that I've made a truce with someone I normally wouldn't have. I'm desperate.” Oh God, what would Christine think of you now that you made a truce with a Nazi, not just any Nazi but THE Nazi! Oh God oh God! Val stares at you with those softly glowing blue eyes of hers. “Look, I need to find my friends, and I need to find the Jewel, and then- maybe then I can survive, do you understand?”

She nods. “Yes.”

“Okay.” You lean back, sighing. “Good, okay... that's nice.”

Val sits up, revealing that her dress is completely intact. In fact, she doesn't appear to have taken any damage at all. “What shall our first move be then?”

> Find the Jewel
> Finding Anneliese and Gatsby
> Other

>>612274
>Finding Anneliese and Gatsby
Get the band back together.

>>612274
>> Finding Anneliese and Gatsby

>>612274
>> Finding Anneliese and Gatsby

>>612274
>Finding Anneliese and Gatsby
Safety in numbers

>>612274
> Finding Anneliese and Gatsby
That way we can have backup when Knives inevitably betrays us to steal the Jewel.

> Finding Anneliese and Gatsby

“Our first move is finding our friends. Anneliese and Gatsby are going to be our top priority. Once we find them...” You stand up, then hold out your hand to Val. Actually, you're not sure if she's fully healed from the shot, but she grabs your hand and stands up as well. “Once we find them, we'll have a better footing to fight against Don Speranza's men. And that means we'll be able to get the Jewel for ourselves.”

“I see.” Val nods. “Then I will follow you.”

Knives pokes her head in. “Have you two kissed and made up?” You roll your eyes. “Listen, if you are looking for the little traitor and the littlest cat too, keep in mind that perhaps they may not be where you expect them to be.”

“What are you talking about?” you ask.

“Well, when was the last time you saw Anneliese?” asks Knives.

“She was-...” You blink. Holding off the camorra hitmen. Up to now, you've been holding back on transforming into a magical girl both because you're limited from doing so and because doing so in front of so many people might damage the secrecy of the SSO and magic in general. You'd think that Anneliese might do the same as well, having the even more conspicuous transformation.

And if Anneliese had made it out, she'd have left you some sort of note back at the garage, something to lead you back to her. Same with Gatsby.

“I don't believe it.” You groan, rubbing your head.

“So...” Knives licks her lips, leaning on the doorframe. “Where might your friends be then?”

“With the Soriano camorra,” you declare. “We have to pay the Sorianos a visit.”

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>>612435
Thanks for the fun boss.

And archive this time!

>>612435
Thanks for running Schteel!

>>612435
Thanks for running Schteel.

You secured a taxi to a place most familiar to you. During the turn of the century, the Camorra used to be a pretty big thing alongside the Mafia. After a brutal war between the Camorra and the Mafia ended with dozens dead, lots of Camorra leaders in the slammer, and the Mafia up on top, the remaining Camorra members were folded into the Mob. Or so people thought. See, the Camorra are very independently minded. If you eliminate a Camorra leader, another one may pop up in his place very easily, or the one group may splinter into several smaller groups. You can never really be rid of the Camorra in the way that you can get rid of the Mafia.

And that's why they scare you more than the Mafia does sometimes.

The place that was familiar to you most was a townhouse down in Brooklyn in a little enclave set aside for Italians. Brooklyn seemed like the type of place that attracted all kinds of unmentionables. You wouldn't find any Nazis here like you found Knives. Instead, you'd probably find a lot worse. And to think if they came over here, what exactly was back home that they were afraid of?

You step out of the taxi and give him a pretty generous tip. “Here you go. Keep the engine running.”

“Your bank account,” he says, muttering to himself in Italian.

Knives folds her arms. “What is this townhouse for?” she asks.

“It happens to be the home of the Soriano Camorra.” Knives tilts her head, a little confused. “When I was younger, the Camorra terrorized neighborhoods like these ones, the Mafia would turn a blind eye to it because it was only a few guys. So... in response, I bombed it.” You step up to the porch of the townhouse. “And I bombed their rackets too. Their little revival was stopped that year.”

“Ooo...” Knives smirks. “Nice body, nice tits, cute face, and a love for guns and explosions. It's a wonder no one has given this a good thrashing.” She squeezes your buttcheek. You immediately slap her hand away, blushing deeply. “I'm joking! My eyes are only for Liberty. Unless you convince me otherwise, child.” She licks her lips at the mention of “child.”

You shudder. What have you done.

You knock on the door.

…

No response. Well, that's a given you suppose.

How do you want to approach this.

> Knock again until someone answers.
> Go in through a window.
> Climb up to the ceiling.
> Other

>>614539
>> Go in through a window.

>>614539
>Go in through a window.

Why does Rana look up to Christine so much? I mean, yeah, Christine basically pulled her off the street and gave her a new lease on life, but surely there must be some things unique to Rana herself, apart from her fascination with machinery and guns. It's as though she defines herself relative to Christine.

>>614600
It's a bit of a surrogate big sister worship. Christine is basically the big sister she missed out on owing to Rana's parents dying and never really fitting in at the orphanage.

>>614600
>It's as though she defines herself relative to Christine
Well yeah, she was a supporting character

> Go in through a window.

“We are going in through a window?” asks Knives. You nod, forcing open a window in the townhouse's backyard. “That is a little extreme, no? What if someone is inside? They might think we're burglars!”

You look back at Knives. “Is that -really- what you're scared of?”

She rolls her eyes, huffing smugly. “Fair, fair. You first then. I want to see what kind of underwear you wear.” And to that, you decide to send Knives in first. “Oh, fine. But know that you are only giving the orders because I allow you to.” She climbs up the wall, then shoves herself through the window. After a few moments, she checks her head out of the window. “It is clear!”

She helps you in, then Val as well. The window you opened led into a surprisingly neat and clean kitchen. You take a sniff, and even smell something in the oven as well. Might be pie by the scent of it. Knives is already looting the oven for it. “Knives!” you hiss. She sighs, shutting the oven in defeat. You pull out your C96, creeping through the kitchen, then moving towards the dining room. You crane your head in, and find nothing but the dining table, some chairs, and a radio in the corner. It appears that this place is lived in, but there's nobody around yet.

You suddenly feel a hand on your butt. You yelp, and find Knives biting her lip, smirking. “Stop that!” you whisper. “This is not the time for that!”

“I can't help it! Your lips say no, but your butt says yes!” says Knives. YOU- Ugh! Disgusting.

Val leans in. “Are you sure this is the right place?”

“Yes!” you say. “Now come on.” You step into the dining room, silently skulking through the narrow townhouse. Places like this are usually for the not-so poor yet not-so rich families. Middle class you think. But sometimes, a criminal needs to hide in plain sight. And what better plain sight than a lovely townhouse in Brooklyn? You keep sweeping your gun left and right for targets.

As you step out of the dining room, you find the basement. You poke your ear against the door and hear some murmuring and talking going on. You can't hear make out what they're saying, but it sounds like there's at least more than two people down there. Hm...

> Keep searching the townhouse.
> Head down into the basement.
> Set up an ambush for anyone who comes out.
> Other

>>614660
>> Set up an ambush for anyone who comes out.

>>614660
>Set up an ambush for anyone who comes out.

Part of me feels oddly flattered that Knives is beginning to take interest in Rana. It'd be a real watershed moment if Knives declares her a true target worthy of her affection; that would mean that, at least by someone's criteria, Bomber is on equal footing with Liberty.

>>614660
> Set up an ambush for anyone who comes out.

>>614708
I'm not sure if that's how Rana will see it.

> Set up an ambush for anyone who comes out.

You take a chair, then crouch behind it for cover beside the basement door. “Oh, a chair. That will really protect you,” says Knives. “I am sure they have a lion down there.”

“Would you just go hide! We'll ambush the first guy that comes out!” you say quietly.

She rolls her eyes, then crouches down in the living room behind a couch. Val meanwhile elects to simply hide in the corner by the door, so that if it swings out, she's still hidden. You sigh, you honestly didn't think to do that, but whatever! Anyone who comes out of that door is gonna get what for!

You hear some thudding plodding noises. Someone's coming up the stairs. “Hey, hang on, I'll get the pie out of the oven!” you hear. The door opens, and out of it steps a man in a casual shirt with slacks, smiling as he rubs his hands and licks his lips. “Can't wait to have me some goddamn apple-” You press the C96 barrel against his hip, surprising him.

“Don't say a word,” you whisper to him.

Knives leans in, whispering in your ear. “Unf, that's right, threaten to kill him and his-” You push Knives away. Her hot breath was making you blush, damn it!

The man blinks, looking towards you. His jovial attitude was gone completely. “... what do you want?”

“Where is my friend?” you whisper to him. “She was a girl kind of like me, smaller even. Your goons hit the auction house, she attacked them to let me escape to safety. I haven't seen her since.”

He stares at you, then shrugs. “I ain't seen a girl.”

> Take him hostage. Maybe his friends have.
> Slap him upside the head with the pistol.
> “I'll kill you, tell me where she is now!”
> Other

>>614904
>> Slap him upside the head with the pistol.

>>614904
>> Take him hostage. Maybe his friends have.

>>614904
> Other
"Wrong answer, don't make me ask again."
Shift the pistol from his hip to his head.

>>614904
>Slap him upside the head with the pistol.

> Slap him upside the head with the pistol.

You smack him with the side of the C96 in the back of the head. He kneels down, yelping in pain as he grabs his head. “I won't ask again!” you hiss.

“Hey, Carlo!” yells someone. “Where's the damn pie!?” His friends yelling from inside the basement. You press the barrel against his cheek. A silent warning. If he says all is fine, he doesn't go a bullet through his skull.

“Everything's fine, just knocked something over,” says Carlo. He looks at you, rubbing the back of his head. “... and what if I did see your friend?”

“Where is she!?” you whisper again.

He sighs. “We caught a girl like you describe.” He rubs his head, glaring at you intensely. “We brought her to Alonzo, he's got a racket down in a restaurant by the name of Joe's Eatery,” he explain. “Alonzo's keeping her there, trying to see what she knows.”

“Alright,” you say. “Is that the truth?”

“Would I lie to her?” he whispers. “'Sides, Alonzo's a prick anyway. Fuck him.” You roll your eyes. “N-... Can I go now?”

> “Yeah. You can go.”
> Shoot him
> Other

>>615131
>> Other
He'll stay right where he is, at gunpoint, until we've gotten out the same way we came in. Last thing we want is him digging up a shotgun from under the sofa or something.

>>615156
Agreed.

>>615131
> Other
Get Val to knock him out, quietly. We saw what she did to those doors, shouldn't be a problem for her.

>>615278
That reminds ne, heavy foreshadowing says she's an android or cyborg, but is she nazi super science or something else?

> Other

You keep the gun trained on him. “Stay there.” You motion for Knives to head out. And rather reluctantly, she does, having drawn her knife in case some more enhanced techniques were required. Val as well climbs up over the door, then hops away into the kitchen. As you walk back, the gun is squarely pointed at his head. Once you see that Knives and Val are away, you bolt and jump through the window.

“Get the guns!” yells Carlo.

“To the taxi, quick!” You, Knives, and Val sprint for the taxi, hopping over the fence and hurrying onto the street. The taxi driver is reading a newspaper, chewing on the end of his cigarette. You open the door and in hop Knives and Val. You jump into the passenger seat. “Go! Go!”

The taxi driver stares at you. “That'll be ten bucks extra.” You slap the ten bucks on the dashboard. “Alright!” He speeds the taxi out of the curb, hurrying down the street. You look back to see Carlo and his goons with guns, chasing you. They'll be warning Alonzo for sure.

You take a deep breath. Just relax. You're one step closer to Anneliese.

-

-

The taxi stops at the corner, and for this you dismiss his services. You, Val, and Knives walk up the street to Joe's Eatery, a nondescript little restaurant. However, there is one thing you noticed. The street is completely deserted. Most honest folk are gone, leaving just the three of you here, in broad daylight. Knives folds her arms. “Is a trap this obvious here in America?”

“I suppose it is,” you say.

Knives sighs, looking at you as you ready your C96. “Well, allow me to lead then.” She places her hand on her chest, smiling at you evilly. “I happen to love traps.”

> “No, I lead.”
> “Fine. But... don't be too hasty.”
> “Let's let Val lead.”
> Other

>>615364
>> “Fine. But... don't be too hasty.”
All right then. All the work and no play makes Knives a dull girl.

>>615364
> “Fine. But... don't be too hasty.”

> “I happen to love traps.”
Is there anything Knives isn't into?

>>615364
>“Fine. But... don't be too hasty.”

>>615379
Dudes, apparently. Then again, she still has room to surprise me.

>>615438
But traps are dudes anon.

>>615364
>“Fine. But... don't be too hasty.”

She can take the first 28 bullets for us.

>>615469
If it looks like a girl, smells like a girl, and does the other things like a girl, then its a girl and therefore for lewds like a girl

> “Fine. But... don't be too hasty.”

She draws a pair of knives, grinning. “Please, I am the most deliberate and cautious person here.” She places the other knife into her other hand, then gently pokes your breast. AH! You slap her hand away. “Hehe! Just teasing you! You're so strung up!”

With that, the three of you skulk up to the eatery. Knives slowly leans her head around to the big display window, then looks back. “Four guys. Would you do me a favor and uh...” She taps the window. You nod, stepping back. Knives and Val take cover, then you bust open the window with a burst from the C96 Mauser. “Danke!” She then hops in.

You stay back to keep a lookout. And also to make sure you can still sleep at night. You hear some gunfire hiss and crack past, then suddenly screaming, tearing, and rending. Someone's arm flies out the window next to you, spewing blood onto the pavement. You suddenly get a little squeamish. You take a deep breath. It's just Knives. She's more scared of you than you are of her. And with that logic sorted, you poke your head in.

Knives has completely eliminated all four goons. She's busy wiping some blood off her coat and off knives, grinning. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Italians. They were never very good at fighting. Only at food and flamboyancy.” She points her bloody knife to you, winking at you. “Come on.” You let yourself in through the door with Val, then carefully step past all the blood and the guts. You dry heave. Oh Christ.

You step into the kitchen, where more goons shakily hold their post. They fire shotguns and pistols at you, making sparks fly off the metal shelves and counters. Knives leaps in like a bird of prey, bouncing off the wall, then ripping open the throat of one goon. The others make a break for it into the backroom, shutting the door behind them, but leaving one of their fellow comrades behind.

Knives slowly skulks up to him, rubbing the flat of her blade against her sleeve as she advances on the frightened camorra goon. He desperately fumbles with the lock. “C- Come on, let me in! Please! PLEASE!” He turns around, screaming, crying in fright. “No, no! NO!”

“Oh, don't worry, I'm not going to kill you,” says Knives. “There is no fun in that!” She draws a serrated blade from her sleeve, licking her lips eagerly.

> “Knives, stop! Let him go!”
> “Wait, he can be useful!”
> Step out of the room, this isn't going to be pretty.
> Other

>>615555
>> “Wait, he can be useful!”

>>615555
>“Wait, he can be useful!”

And we are not letting her off the leash yet.

>>615555
>> “Wait, he can be useful!”
We're still in charge here!
...I hope.

>>615555
> “Wait, he can be useful!”
Or at least put the poor fuck out of his misery. Nice quads btw.

>>615555
>“Wait, he can be useful!”
Why am I hearing her in Schrodinger's voice and why is it perfect?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nmmJPUlLVoY

> “Wait, he can be useful!”

“Wait, he can be useful!” you shout. Knives looks back at you, holding the man's collar, about to tear open his arm. “Don't.” You step closer to her, holding your hand out to her. “There's no place for needless torture. Let's just... calm down and-” She slashes his cheek, and he screams. “STOP!” you yell.

Knives pouts at you. “Why must you be the one to ruin the fun?”

“Just-! Hold him!” You step up to the man as he holds his bleeding cheek. He sobs, whining with fright. “You, where's Alonzo?”

“U- upstairs!” he yells. “With ten other guys!” he screams louder. “They're armed to the fucking teeth! Don't kill me!”

“Grab him,” you say. “But don't kill him!” Knives roll her eyes, holding the man in front of her as a hostage. She keeps the knife trained on his throat, ready to slice it open. You and Val step in behind Knives, then she busts open the door. The backroom leads you to a flight of stairs up to the second floor of the eatery. Slowly, the four of you creep in, with only the quiet sobbing of the mobster providing sound to your invasion.

Once you come to the door, Val rips the doorknob out, then slowly you step in.

To the tune of several Thompsons, pistols, shotguns, and Colt Monitors trained you. There were way more than ten guys. The racket itself was a gambling ring, with all the blackjack tables overturned to provide cover. Mobsters, patrons, even some of the showgirls were wielding guns on you three. But as you stepped in with your hostage, they all took pause. Several clicks of guns being cocked twitch at your ear. “Alright,” you say as you hold your hand up. “Any one of you fires, he gets it. Where's Alonzo.”

Stepping in from the crowd comes the man himself, a stocky tanned man with a heavy beard. He wears a brown suit, with a matching brown fedora as well. And in his hand was a P08 Luger. “You call?” he growls.

> ALONZO SORIANO <
> One of the remaining loyal Camorra soldiers <

“You have my friend,” you say. “Anneliese.”

Alonzo nods. He motions to one of his men. He hurries over to a closet on their side of the room, and opens it up to reveal Anneliese tied up, gagged, but not defeated. She kicks and struggles against her ropes. You sigh, if these people were Nazis, this would be easier. The man shuts the door. Alonzo sets his jaw. “We got your friend.”

“Let her go,” you say. “And we'll let this guy go. Fair trade?”

He points the gun squarely on the man. Even Knives blinks in surprise. “How about I shoot him, and we shoot the lot of you.”

“W- wait, boss!” The hostage whimpers. “Y-... you're joking, right!? Right!? Come on!” A few of his men glance around at each other, before reassuring themselves and continuing back to pointing their guns at you.

> “We can negotiate. How about we talk like civilized people?”
> Try and shoot Alonzo first.
> “Look. You can have me instead. Just let Anneliese go.”
> Other

>>615794
> “We can negotiate. How about we talk like civilized people?”
> Try and shoot Alonzo first.
Distract with promises of negotiation then quickdraw.

>>615794
>> “We can negotiate. How about we talk like civilized people?”

>>615794
>“We can negotiate. How about we talk like civilized people?”

Maybe an awful team up. Camorra, Nazis and us vs the Mafia for the diamond?

>>615794
>“We can negotiate. How about we talk like civilized people?”
Our beef isn't with the Sorianos. It's with the Speranzas. Make sure to get that across.

> “We can negotiate. How about we talk like civilized people?”

“We can negotiate, Alonzo.” You step out from behind Knives, keeping your hands up. You slowly place your C96 Mauser back into your coat, further assuring that you're not going to shoot him randomly. He keeps his gun trained on the hostage however, staring you down. “Listen, let's talk like civilized people.” You keep your voice steady. Any hesitation is weakness. Just... be confident. “I don't have any quarrel with you. My quarrel with the Speranzas. The Speranzas are our real threat.”

Alonzo squints his eyes at you. “You're trying to stall, aren't you.”

“Look. All I want is my friend. Name your price.”

“How about you in a grave,” he says. “Don't play games, I know who you are. You're that little bitch that bombed our hideouts, killed several of our men. Drove us into hiding.” Damn it. How did he figure that? “You know they talk about you, mobsters and camorra, I even hear some potato munching Irish talk, even the Chinamen in the tenements whisper stuff about you. You're that Shadow, the Bomber, that damned girl with the guns. So don't think you can trick me.”

That... actually makes you swell with pride a little. Were you really that feared in New York? Huh.

“Look. I'm not dying today,” you say.

“What's that shit on her arm?” asks one of the Camorra. You look to your arm, and find the black mark still spreading along.

“It's nothing,” you say.

Alonzo slowly steps to the side, keeping his gun trained on the hostage. “Tell you what. Maybe we can come to an arrangement, you little bitch. I can give you your friend. But you help the Camorra take over New York. First the Speranzas. Then we move on to big game. Those fucking Jews up in Murder Inc, Lucky Luciano, then we can go onto Chicago. We can run this ring.” He slowly raises his gun up. “Whaddya say?”

> “No deal.” Shoot him.
> “Deal.”
> Other

>>615987
>Other
We are no gangster, and we are frankly way too busy to deal with Camorra bullshit. We are not here to hurt you, and you clearly know who we are, so frankly, we're giving you the better end of the deal here by letting you live. Give us our friend, or I bomb you motherfuckers to the Iron Age. AGAIN. Or do you think I've forgotten how to do that?

>>615987
>“No deal.” Shoot him.

Oh well. They know who we are. Let Knives off the leash and go to work on these guys.

>>615987
> “No deal.” Shoot him.

>>615987
>> “No deal.” Shoot him.

>>616054
Khrushchev said "We are grinding up missiles like sausages. We will bury you." I get the feeling Ranan would say something similar.

> “No deal.” Shoot him.

“I'm no gangster, Alonzo. I'm not gonna be your personal attack dog just so you can rule the underworld and live in fear for the rest of your life.” You shake your head. “No deal.”

Alonzo grits his teeth, nodding slowly. “Fine then.” He shoots the hostage before he can even react. You all duck and dive for cover. Knives proceeds to use the dead man as a shield until she can find a table to hide behind. Wood shrapnel and dust flies through the place as the mobsters, as heavily armed as they are, don't appear to know how to aim properly. You crawl along the ground, suddenly feeling a shot here and there graze your arms or legs. “Can't you fucking idiots, aim! Get-”

Alonzo is interrupted by one of his goons receiving a knife between his eyes. Knives leaps into their fray, suddenly sparking the fear of friendly fire as everyone begins to separate and disperse. She slashes one of the goons in the leg, and tosses a knife right into the jugular of another. This display of knife expertise immediately causes a few of the mooks to bolt for the door. There, Val waits for them. She loops in from the door frame, hiding from the ceiling. She kicks the mobsters down, knocking them out instantly. Then joins Knives in engaging the mobsters with her bare hands.

You hurry over to the closet, then tear it open. “Anneliese!” You hurry to untie her ropes.

She spits out her gag, grinning. “You came back!”

“Of course I did!” you say. “I-” Alonzo grabs your shoulder, then immediately drags you out before you can fully free Anneliese. He throws you to the ground, stunning you. But in a split second, you roll to get away from a crushing stomp of your face. Jesus!

“Little runt!” he yells. Suddenly, he dodges a knife being thrown his way.

Knives grins, holding the severed ear of one of the goons, flecks of blood sprayed against her face as Val punches and kicks out the other mobsters. “You are mine you big boy!” Alonzo raises his fists. Knives grins, charging at him. But her charge is cut short by Alonzo flooring her with a devastating punch to the face. Knives steps back, stunned, confused, before resetting her jaw and grinning. “Really?”

“I'm not scared of you, you bugsy little bitch!” he boasts.

As this happens, you manage to get Anneliese out. Anneliese's eyes widen, and she gasps in fright at Knives dueling out with Alonzo, trying to get in a good stab while Alonzo beats her back with jabs and punches. A boxer meeting an assassin it seems. “Wh-... what is she doing here!?” yells Anneliese.

> “Long story. Let's get out of here!”
> “She's helping. Don't ask.”
> Drag Anneliese out.
> Other

>>616242
>“Long story. Let's get out of here!”

>>616242
>> “She's helping. Don't ask.”

>>616242
>“She's helping. Don't ask.”

It gets weird

>>616242
> “She's 'helping'. Don't ask.”

>>616242
>“Long story. Let's get out of here!”

> “She's helping. Don't ask.”

“She's helping us, Anneliese. Don't ask why.” Anneliese looks at you in confusion, then at Knives in disgust as she and Alonzo battle it out. Alonzo, to his credit as a mobster, putting up probably the best fight Knives has ever seen.

“How are you so good!?” yells Knives.

“My wife gives me good practice!” yells Alonzo.

The two of them to continue to battle it, heedless of Alonzo's men clearly losing the battle against the Val. Instead, you raise your gun at Alonzo and aim to take him hostage. But before that can happen, he punches Knives in the gut, then lifts her up over his head. Your clear shot suddenly turns into Knives being thrown right at Anneliese, knocking the two of you down. As Val finishes off the last mobster, she turns to look at Alonzo, but she is instantly tackled down to the floor as he makes his escape.

“Don't let him get away!” you yell. You look up to see Knives groping your breast, biting her lip as she lustfully looks at you in the eyes. “... K-... Kn-... could you get off?”

“Do you ever put on Liberty's clothes, child?” she asks.

Anneliese rips off Knives from you. “Come on!”

The four of you rush out the door of the eatery, only to find Joe's car speeding away. You take several shots at it, pinging the back of it, but unfortunately it's too far now to get a good shot at his tires. He speeds around a turn. Damn it! You look around, deserted street too. In New York! You lost him. Damn it! Anneliese huffs. “We will get him next time.” She glares at Knives. “The three of us will.”

Knives folds her arms. “Oh, do not be so snippy at me you little traitor. Just because someone showed you a little kindness suddenly you abandon everything you're taught?” Anneliese's glare turns into a flash of fury, stomping towards her. You step in between them.

“Guys. Listen... for better or wose. We have a common enemy,” you say. “I need her, Anneliese.” Anneliese disappointedly looks at you, then slowly she nods.

Knives wraps her arms around you, gently sniffing your hair. “Yes. She needs me.” You push her off.

“Last thing we need to do now is find Gatsby,” you explain. “Once we do. We can take the fight to the Speranzas. And to the Witch Doctor. Are we clear?” Everyone glances at each other, even Val looks a bit confused and somewhat skeptical of the circumstances. “Come on, are we clear?”

“Clear,” they all say.

>>616597
That is it for this week's Magical Girl Bomber. I should be free to do LGA2 tomorrow and Sunday as well. So let's have some fun with that.

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>>616607
Thanks for the fun, boss.

>>616607
Thanks for running boss, looking forward to LGA.

>>616607
Thanks for running.