The short walk to the shed felt like it lasted days, the repulsive actions your brother committed to still fresh in everyone's mind.

Once the rustic door to the shed had been open, you were both momentarily shocked to see that it was completely empty, but it soon faded as Eda stepped forward to open a trap door hidden among the wooden planks beneath your feet.

She silently ushers you both to follow her through the hidden passage, descending with her on a set of stone stairs.

“Alright...” Eda starts to speak as her heels clack on the bottom step.

A light switch is flipped and you're amazed at what's hidden down here.

What you assume used to be a wine cellar of sorts is now storage for what you can only describe as a walk-in black market.

Everything was laid out in rows or across tables in makeshift aisles, be it weapons or narcotics... There was even some surveillance equipment you could spot in the corner. How did they get a hold of all this shit?

“That eyesore in the middle is them.” Eda explains, pointing to several racks of Aks lined up together.

“We aren't exactly a postal service. The delivery will have to be done by two pastors and a single truck, so I'm afraid it'll be several deliveries until you officially have them all.”

“That is fine.” You respond.

“Good. Now, I can't leave you two alone down here so hurry the fuck up and verify the goods.” Eda politely requests, blowing a pink bubble out of her mouth.

A: Do as she says, you're already sick of this place.

B: “... You're more than a con artist, aren't you?”

C: “I have a question... Did you happen to do any business recently with a guy named Taslim?”

D: “... Hey, you do business with Lagoon Company? I have something to put on Revy's tab if that's alright.”

>>3727227
>A: Do as she says, you're already sick of this place.

>>3727227
>A

>>3727227
>A: Do as she says, you're already sick of this place.

>>3727227
>Do as she says, you're already sick of this place.

>>3727227
>A: Do as she says, you're already sick of this place.

>>3727227
>A

Just get this over with.

You and Sergei survey the rack of assault rifles, impressed with their well kept condition. You can understand why they'd try to rip you off with these... Anything with this quality would make a fortune.

“Yeah... These are AK-47s... Was it worth me trying to piss in a tea kettle to stop us from looking at these?” Sergei remarks, taking one off the rack and taking a closer look at it.

“Well we won't find out now. Had some Triad shitheads eager to buy before you both showed up.” Eda spits.

“Triads? They know these are supposed to be for us right?” Sergei asks.

Eda shrugs.

“I don't think anyone told 'em. Are we good now?”

She's clearly lost whatever patience she had, probably due to her sourness over losing a potential scam.

“Sure. Let's go Sergei.” You grumpily acknowledge, leading him up the stairs and out of the shed.

“... We should've tried to take something for our trouble.” Sergei mentions, looking back at the nun glaring you both down as you make the walk back to your car.

“No. We might have to do business again. Can't push our luck too much or we could get shot on sight.” You tell him.

“... Fair. I'd shoot me too at this point.” He remarks with a wide grin.

“So, what now Mishka?” He asks.

“Get me to a phone booth. I have to inform Balalaika that her order is coming through.”

***

“... I feel embarrassed having heard that. Did he actually piss in it?” Balaika asks, sounding extremely troubled.

“No, but I doubt it wouldn't have happened if things escalated. It worked at least.” You answer, keeping your eyes down at the dirty tin floor of the phone booth.

“Yes... But don't let him feel too much accomplishment. I worry about him out there.”

A: “Oh? Feeling maternal instincts for the child, are we?”

B: “Don't. I'm right here with him.”

C: “So do I. I left him to his own devices while I made this call. He's probably ruining something for someone else right now.”

>>3727355
>A: “Oh? Feeling maternal instincts for the child, are we?”

>>3727355
>C: “So do I. I left him to his own devices while I made this call. He's probably ruining something for someone else right now.”

>>3727355
>C: “So do I. I left him to his own devices while I made this call. He's probably ruining something for someone else right now.”

>>3727355
>C.

>>3727355
>A
>C

You smile to yourself.

“Oh? Feeling maternal instincts for the child, are we?”

“Hmph. I care about the well being for all my men, even the ones with special needs.” She replies smoothly.

“... I worry about him too. I left him to his own devices while I made this call. He's probably ruining something for someone else right now.” You respond truthfully.

“Where are you calling from? I don't want to have him sundering our business interests.” She questions.

“Uh.. Bah-key-ah-tah street? Sorry, I can't read this stuff.” You answer.

“Oh...” She groans.

“Rowan is there...”

“Rowan?” You ask.

“He owns a strip club... I think you can deduce where this going.”

Fuck. He's going to be a wild animal in a place like that.

“I should go get him.”

“That would be best, Fedorov. If there's any trouble, call me... Or shoot him, whatever's easier.” She suggests with a small laugh.

You hang up, but as you're turning to leave the phone booth you instantly lock eyes with a problem.

It's a Chinese man, you think. He's dressed in a loose white suit and grinning ear to ear at you underneath a single blood red row of hair.

You furrow your brow at the bizarre stranger, but your perplexity soon turns into fight-or-flight mode as he raises .45 to the glass.

He doesn't aim it at you, instead he slowly taps the barrel against the glass and beckons you to step out with his free hand.

A: Shake your head, and motion for him to come into the booth instead.

B: Follow his command, but strike when his guard is down.

C: See if you can kick the door open in his face.
D: He has a gun and the drop on you. Play along, don't risk dying to this stupid looking bastard.

[Feel free to vote overnight. I'll make another post before work. Sorry for the dumpster fire of a beginning, but I keep nodding off behind the screen. This'll improve over the week for sure. Sleep tight guys!]

>>3727411
D: He has a gun and the drop on you. Play along, don't risk dying to this stupid looking bastard.

>>3727411
>D: He has a gun and the drop on you. Play along, don't risk dying to this stupid looking bastard.
Naturally keep an eye out for others and prepare to retaliate if it comes to it.

>>3727411
>B: Follow his command, but strike when his guard is down.

>>3727411
B: Follow his command, but strike when his guard is down.

>>3727411
>B: Follow his command, but strike when his guard is down.

>>3727411
>B: Follow his command, but strike when his guard is down.
The moment he looks away, we can put knife to throat.

>>3727411
>B: Follow his command, but strike when his guard is down.

>>3727411
>D: He has a gun and the drop on you. Play along, don't risk dying to this stupid looking bastard

>>3727411
>B: Follow his command, but strike when his guard is down.

>>3727616
>>3727692
>>3727715
>>3727768
>>3727770
>>3727888
Roll D100

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>3727950
We /backstab/ nao

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>3727950
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RYnFIRc0k6E

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>3727950

>>3727951
>>3727953
>>3727954
Fuck

>>3727957
This could've gone better, I agree.

>>3727411
>B

You slowly open the door, exiting the booth and watching as he starts to take a few steps back.

Okay, if this guy wanted you dead he would've killed you by now. He clearly wants to take you somewhere or rob you before any blood is actually spilled.

It'll be easier to snuff him out once his guard is lowered, so just play along until he believes he has you under control, then strike.

However, as the plan you formulate prepares to set in motion, you're stunned by the surprising action of the opponent tossing their gun aside.

You watch as it slides across the asphalt for a moment, but quickly return your eyes to the suited man.

He's still smiling as he reaches behind his blazer, drawing a large military grade knife with a white grip to match his clothes. To you it looks like a K-Bar, but it's certainly bigger than what you're carrying.

Thankfully, you're carrying a lot.

You swiftly draw two blades from behind you and fling them at him before he can get the chance to advance on you.

However, you feel your nerves getting shaken up by him wildly sprinting ahead and doing two speedy swipes to knock the thrown blades away from him.

“Fuck!” You curse, and you make the mistake of having a second attempt at tossing two more blades.

He easily deflects them again, but he's closer now to return some strikes of his own!

A: Avoid his attacks! You need to buy some time and hope Sergei comes back!

B: Whatever limb he swings at you, strike it right back. It'll slow him down so he's not overwhelming you with his offense.

C: Dodge and try to get to the gun he tossed aside. This shit head shouldn't assumed you wanted a street fight.

D: Try your luck with the ballistic knife! It's the best you got...

[I'll let the votes pile up once more. We'll resume when I'm back from work!]

>>3727999
>B: Whatever limb he swings at you, strike it right back. It'll slow him down so he's not overwhelming you with his offense.

>>3727999
>D: Try your luck with the ballistic knife! It's the best you got...
They never expect it

>>3727999
>D: Try your luck with the ballistic knife! It's the best you got...

>>3727999
>B: Whatever limb he swings at you, strike it right back. It'll slow him down so he's not overwhelming you with his offense.
The pilum is nice, but we don't want to lead with it.

>>3727999
>D: Try your luck with the ballistic knife! It's the best you got...

>>3727999
>B: Whatever limb he swings at you, strike it right back. It'll slow him down so he's not overwhelming you with his offense.

>>3727999
>D: Try your luck with the ballistic knife! It's the best you got...

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>>3728014
>>3728015
>>3728048
>>3728282
Hey guess what

It's roll D100 time

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>3729236

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>3729236
we are gonna die now.

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>>3729240
Part of me wants to wait on the next to rolls, but another part of me knows that either of them being a 100 will be slim.

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>3729236

>>3729240
Well I'm going to bed. I'll see the train wreck in the morning.

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>>3729240
Mikhail ain’t looking so good

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>3729236

>>3727999
>D

It doesn't feel real. You hadn't even finished processing the thought of drawing your ballistic knife before you felt a sharp pain on top of your right hand.

As your fingers attempted to wrap around the blade's grip withing your blazer, the assailant stabbed the knife down into your hand and pinned it to your waist!

You angrily howl in pain as a torrent of blood splashes around the punctured area, but that only the start of the pain to come.

There's a vicious hook to the right side of your face, then another hard strike to your ribs, then a palm strike into the bottom of the knife to force it in deeper before ripping it out of your hand and body in a red streak!

He then snakes the knife across your chest with three fast slashes before spinning and roundhouse kicking you in the face! Blood flies freely from your visceral wounds as you're thrown backwards into the phone booth, the impact from the back of your head alone causing the glass door to shatter before it collapses under you completely.

The smallest pricks and cuts can be felt all over your backside as you're forced to writhe on the phone booth's floor, the only sense you can really focus on is the buzzing from the phone dangling overhead.

You try to look up with unfocused vision, making out the shape of the attacker calmly strutting over to you as he talks.

“You tell Taslim to send better men. He send his best instead.” He gloats, squatting once he's close and spinning the tip of his blade on the ground below.

“You still not satisfied, right? You want more?”

He's starting to come onto focus again as you start to see his face more clearly in the blurry world around you. Between his arrogance and your suit once again stained with your blood, you can feel the control over your temper slipping away.

A: Quicly pick up whatever glass shards are near you and throw them into his eyes!

B: Show him you're no where near close to dead! Kick his stupid smiling teeth in from the floor!

C: “You know I don't work for Chang, right? You're making a fatal mistake fighting with Hotel Moscow...”

D: Call out to Sergei. Maybe he'll hear you.

>>3729318
>B: Show him you're no where near close to dead! Kick his stupid smiling teeth in from the floor!
>C: “You know I don't work for Chang, right? You're making a fatal mistake fighting with Hotel Moscow...”

>>3729318
>B: Show him you're no where near close to dead! Kick his stupid smiling teeth in from the floor!
>C: “You know I don't work for Chang, right? You're making a fatal mistake fighting with Hotel Moscow...”

>>3729318
>>B: Show him you're no where near close to dead! Kick his stupid smiling teeth in from the floor!
>>C: “You know I don't work for Chang, right? You're making a fatal mistake fighting with Hotel Moscow...”

We really should have put something on Revy's tab back at the church shed.

Seriously this is like the second time we could have gotten guns and we didn't, and got fucked up for it.

>>3729318
>B
>C

You're quick to pull back your right knee and drive the heel of your shoe into the grin of the bastard with the knife, a squirt of blood shooting out from the impact area as he's forced to roll back backwards onto his feet from the force of the kick.

Slowly standing back up, you show that you're completely unphased despite the brutal assault he had done earlier.

Stepping out of the torn frame of the booth's exit, you watch with contempt as his white suit soon gets a streak of red across one of it's sleeves as it wipes the blood from his nostrils.

“You know I don't work for Chang, right? You're making a fatal mistake fighting with Hotel Moscow...” You warn him sternly, but he just snickers at your words.

“Hotel Moscow? Chang? I'm not at war with them big guy.” He eerily responds as his tongue licks away blood that had spilled onto his mouth.

“I heard what you did, and against what the boss said I just hunt down and skin a beast like you for sport.”

You arch an eyebrow, digging your fingers into the collar of your shirt.

“Sport? Why risk getting in trouble with your boss just to fight a guy?”

“Boredom.” He simply answers, spinning the blade atop his palm.

“I can't have a satisfying career killing weak little fucks all the time. That's why just standing in this shithole makes me hard... If you disappointment me, I can just keep headhunting until we're the only ones left. Sounds fun, doesn't?”

You start to rip the collar of your shirt apart, tearing your way down through the length of the suit.

The so called hunter gives you a bewildered look, but still shows a smile as you tear your clothes apart and expose your upper body.

Below your neck is a mural of battle scars, mostly gunshot wounds and lacerations, but they're varied enough to tell the entirety of you career as a soldier.

There's also the two larger cuts that form an X between your pecs, still fresh and bleeding from his flurry of slashes.

You let go of the shredded clothing, letting it drop behind you.

The ballistic knife you had kept in a small sheath on your waist is quickly drawn as you run a hand over the grips of the smaller blades across your back, taking stock of how many you have left.

“No. I don't think it's going to be fun for you.” You finally respond, getting in a suitable stance for close quarter combat.

[To be resumed next session!]

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Well pick up again tomorrow night my dudes. Thursday will be a small break but then you'll get your long sessions Fri-Saturday. Have a good night, and try not to roll any 1s in your sleep ;^)

>>3729405
A: Initiate the offense! So him the oppressive power of a spetsnaz!

B: Feign your offensive, then safely fire the ballistic knife for a lethal hit!

C: Await his approach, then counter and mercilessly punish him for it.

D: You could still go for the gun, all you have to do is distract him with a shot from your knife and dive for it.

Rolled 47 (1d100)

test roll

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>3731296
A: Initiate the offense! So him the oppressive power of a spetsnaz!

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>3731296

>A: Initiate the offense! So him the oppressive power of a spetsnaz!

Slaughter them just like pigs for kielbasa

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>3731296
>A: Initiate the offense! So him the oppressive power of a spetsnaz!

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>3731296
>A: Initiate the offense! So him the oppressive power of a spetsnaz!
wew!

>>3731347
Oh nice.
>Only the highest of three rolls
Well crud.

>>3731301
>>3731308
>>3731339
>>3731347
Alright rushers. roll D100+10

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>>3731301
>>3731308
>>3731339

Rolled 61 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>3731354
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Rolled 31 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>3731355
careful...

Rolled 58 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>3731354

Rolled 98 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>3731354

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>>3731360
>>3731361
>>3731370
lol
>>3731375

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>>3731375
>>3731382
On one hand I'm sad that this roll didn't get in time. On the other hand, I'm happy that we got at least two rolls above 50.

>>3731296
>A

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pYaBEVKBoik

You sprint forward, flipping the knife around in your hand so the dangerous end is pointed down.

As your weapon back, your opponent already shifts his body back in anticipation to avoid the incoming slash...

But that's how you trap him. He commits to avoiding an attack that isn't even coming.

Your hand shoots past where your blade was supposed to meet his body, and instead the fist clenched around the knife's handle sinks into the left side of his face, smushing his face from all of your weight being thrown into the surprise attack!

“EEYAGH!” You growl, regaining your footing and sending a low palm strike into his torso, the blow smashing like a hammer against hot iron.

“HAGH!” You exhale once again, and the crimson haired opponent twirls away holding his stomach, messily stumbling around before just barely avoiding falling to the floor.

He chokes and coughs up a few bloodied molars onto the rough ground below, looking back up at you with a now swollen face to compliment the blood already leaking out of it.

“Is this still fun?” You ask, calmly assuming your stance again.

“... It's a blast.” He wheezes, showing a smile minus three teeth.

“May I have some more?”

You can't tell if he's posturing or if he's gotten brain damage, but he's dying here and now regardless.

This time he comes after you, his wild yet methodical slices through the air dancing just a few centimeters out of your range.

Whatever is too close you manage to parry away with a swipe of your own, the contact of the two blades ringing out in metallic chimes when they meet.

He's going all out, but you've managed to stay completely calm as you mitigate his attacks. The only problem is that you're heading backwards again towards the phonebooth.

To prevent this, the next time your blades meet, you force him to lock in to the clash as you lean further into your retaliating slash.

He's resisting the force put behind your blade as they shake and rattle against each other in a power struggle, the winner looking to draw more blood.

A: Try to angle the clash so that your blade is pointing at his face, then fire!

B: Reach behind and pull one of your throwing knives. While he's struggling against you, stab him in the guy with your free hand!

C: Spit in his eye enough to break his focus, then carve him up!

D: Try to grab his outstretched arm and break it! He'll be finished!

>>3731457
>B: Reach behind and pull one of your throwing knives. While he's struggling against you, stab him in the guy with your free hand!

>>3731457
>B: Reach behind and pull one of your throwing knives. While he's struggling against you, stab him in the guy with your free hand!

>>3731457
>B: Reach behind and pull one of your throwing knives. While he's struggling against you, stab him in the guy with your free hand!

Bring it shanghai shank

>>3731457
B: Reach behind and pull one of your throwing knives. While he's struggling against you, stab him in the guy with your free hand!
Save firing the ballistic knife for when he runs away.

>>3731457
>A: Try to angle the clash so that your blade is pointing at his face, then fire!

We could use the gun for that. Assuming it is loaded, of course.

>>3731476
>>3731481

>>3731457
>B

He starts to snicker.

“This is it! I haven't felt this rush in a while!” He praises, shoving his blade harder against yours as you feign struggling.

“You know what it it's like too, don't you?! I can see the killer in your eyes, in fact they're just like mine! Fighting for your life and killing is better than fucking!”

This asshole doesn't even realize he's spewing out his last words.

“Come on! You know you feel it! The thrill of your animal instincts suddenly rising up and---”

Veins in his neck start to strain as his words become stuck in his throat. The smile starts to shrink as his adrenaline is overtaken by a horrible realization.

“NNNND---DAAUHHHH!” He croaks, hacking up some blood past his lips.

By the knife you retrieved from your belt has sunk into his stomach to the point where you feel his intestines on top of your fist.

[“Carry this with you to hell: There is nothing fun in war.”] You tell him, his slanted eyes starting to widen in horror.

“Waauuhh... AHCK! W-What?!” He asks, the pressure against your ballistic knife fading as he's forced to drop his weapon and feebly clasp his hands on your left arm at his torso.

“N... No...! Stop! I wuuhhh... GUFHF!!... I wasn't done! You don't even know m-m-my name!”

He sputters out more blood as he speaks, but you don't even blink as some of it reaches your face.

“I don't give a fuck.” You end the conversation, tearing the blade across his stomach as you stare into his eyes and hear the sickening splashes of his blood and guts hit the floor.

He stares right back until his hands slip away from your bloodied arm, then you step to the side and allow him to fall into an ocean of his own blood.

You kneel down, wiping your hand and knife off on his suit before having a look around.

There's only a few people watching from street corners and local businesses, but no one is horrified by the brutality. Judging by how some seem to be “urban entrepreneurs” with track marks on their exposed arms, you doubt what happened isn't out of the ordinary.

This fight isn't over. Far from it. You retrieve his K-Bar, his discarded gun and whatever ammo he might've had on him.

Eyeing the condition of your new weapons, your eyes look down upon the pooling blood surrounding his dead body. You may have stated otherwise, but in truth you need to know if anyone has seen him around before. And the best place to ask is...

A: Yellow Flag bar. Surely Bao sees plenty of faces.

B: Back at the rip off church. There's a chance he's gotten weapons from there.

C: … Lagoon Company? It's worth a shot, and they might let you through the door despite the state you're in.

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>>3731527
Okay guys, Go ahead and let the votes pile on because I'm a sleepy boy.

I *might* post again before work, but if I don't we'll resume on Friday with a MUCH longer session.
Leave comments or questions or shitposts in the mean time. Night dudes!

>>3731527
Take his stuff, take a picture with our phone if that's possible with "96 phone tech, and head off to ...

A: Yellow Flag bar. Surely Bao sees plenty of faces.

>>3731527
>A: Yellow Flag bar. Surely Bao sees plenty of faces.

Bring his head with us if needed for identification.

>>3731527
>A: Yellow Flag bar. Surely Bao sees plenty of faces.

Also do >>3731542 's suggestion with the head.

>>3731539
Mikhail was just making a call in a phone booth. Not only were there no camera phones in 1996, we don't even have a mobile.

>>3731527
Supporting >>3731542

Surprised we won that next round, maybe his best was just a bluff?

>>3731553
What about a mini spy camera?

>>3731576
I'm surprised it ended that quickly without more dice rolls.

>>3731582
Same. Maybe we picked the best choice that gave us a low DC?

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>>3731576
>>3731582
>>3731621
It was just the best option and a nod to this moment https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZTQSBm5A_FI

>>3731527
>C: … Lagoon Company? It's worth a shot, and they might let you through the door despite the state you're in.
Not sure if Bao would appreciate someone bringing a dead body into his bar. Might try to charge us if the blood stains his floors.

>>3731527
>C: … Lagoon Company? It's worth a shot, and they might let you through the door despite the state you're in.
While we're there, we can make Revy make good on those guns we were promised.

>>3731527
>A: Yellow Flag bar. Surely Bao sees plenty of faces.

Why can't we ask Chang? The guys dead, not like Change can kill him more.

>>3731880
That's true.
>>3731535
Can we do this QM?

>>3731880
>>3731935
You don't know where Chang lives or works, unfortunately.


Also sorry about no post before work because Janemba came out in DBFZ today and I wanted to play him

We'll resume Friday afternoon!

>>3732171
Don't we have that asian blade chicks number?

>>3731527
>A

Yellow Flag would be the best bet. Bar tenders should be able to recognize any face that walks in, right?

There's a part of you that considers finding Sergei, but you're honestly pissed at him for wandering off and leaving you do fight this bastard.

Your eyes focus down at the fresh corpse below you, and you begin to kneel down and ready your knife on the back of his neck.

***

“... The hell happened to you?”

Bao is already leaning over the bar counter and staring you down. He's not the only one with their eyes on you, as the the wounded shirtless guy with a hole in one hand and a red sack in the other isn't exactly hard to ignore.

Well, except for Revy. You notice her laying her head down on the counter while looking away at the drink in her hand.

You approach the bar and take the seat next to her, and without hesitation you reveal that the red sack you're carrying is actually a blazer that used to be white, and what it was holding was--

“FUCKING CHRIST!!!” Bao yells, jumping back and flinching at the severed head you brought in.

Several other patrons who were sober enough to notice his reaction also vocally express their shock at the decapitated head laying across the counter.

“... Huah?... What the fuck izzat?” Revy manages to acknowledge your presence through a tired set of eyes. She leans up and gets a better look at what you've brought in, her brow furrowing.

“The fuck are you doing carrying this around?”

“Bao, have you seen this man before?” You ask, grabbing onto it's hair and setting it upright on it's stump.

“MOTHERFUCKER IF YOU DON'T GET THAT THING OFF MY GODDAMN BAR I'M GONNA...”

He looks you in the eye, his words starting to trail off as he stares into you.

“Have you seen him before?” You repeat calmly.

“... Uhh, fuck...” He grumbles, reluctantly getting closer to look at the face.

“... Mmmh. Yeah... He wasn't in here for long, in fact he came in to grab some other pricks that just came in from Hong Kong.”
“... Wait, is this guy from the Triad?” Revy asks, tipping the head over as she points at it with her finger.

“Because I might as well make things easy on you and blow your brains out here and now.”

“No.” You answer firmly, looking back at Bao.”

A: “Did you catch any names being said? People, places... Anything?”

B: “You sure it was just this guy and no one else?”

C: “How'd you know they came from Hong Kong? Did they talk to you?”

D: “... If they came in here again, would you be able to recognize them? I'll need to to call me when that moment comes.”

>>3735414
>C

>>3735414
>A: “Did you catch any names being said? People, places... Anything?”

Also: Let's ask Revy for those guns.

>>3735414
>C: “How'd you know they came from Hong Kong? Did they talk to you?”

>>3735414
>C: “How'd you know they came from Hong Kong? Did they talk to you?”

>Be thankful Sergei isn't here to make a crass joke about Remy and 'blowing brains out'.

>>3735414
A: “Did you catch any names being said? People, places... Anything?”
C: “How'd you know they came from Hong Kong? Did they talk to you?”
So he wasn't alone? How long ago was this?

>>3735414
>C

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_RdAinQu9P4

“How'd you know they came from Hong Kong? Did they talk to you?”

Bao nods.

“They sat right here at the bar. Most people new to the are do. It's like some instinct that the tables are another patron's territory... You notice weird shit like that when you've been working this long.”

He runs a finger over his mustache, trying to recall everything.

“They didn't really make much of an impression. There was some small talk, but after a couple a'drinks they left with their friend... Uh, the dead guy, I mean.”

“Anything else you can remember?” You ask, trying to sift through Bao's mind for a lead.


“Shit... Wait, I think they mentioned that dump just outside of the main city. It's called something like... Dragon Wok. It's an abysmal restaurant, hardly anyone goes in there.” He's able to recall, and that's all you need.

You stand up, wrapping the head back into the stained blazer.

“... Hey, whatever you do it stays away from here, ya got that?” Bao warns, looking cross now that you aren't interrogating him.

“Yes.” You quickly respond.

“So what now? You gonna go get some takeout” Revy asks.

A: “No. I'm cashing in that favor you ow me. Let's go.”

B: “I'm going to make some phone calls. Maybe treat Miss Balalaika to a nice dinner there if she's in the mood.”

C: “... Do you know Mister Chang's phone number?”

>>3735540
>A: “No. I'm cashing in that favor you owe me. Let's go.”

>>3735540
>B: “I'm going to make some phone calls. Maybe treat Miss Balalaika to a nice dinner there if she's in the mood.”
Best call the guy that's actually being targeted by them

>>3735540
A: “No. I'm cashing in that favor you ow me. Let's go.”

>>3735540
>A: “No. I'm cashing in that favor you ow me. Let's go.”
having revy help will lessen the impact of our jobbing

>>3735540
>A: “No. I'm cashing in that favor you owe me. Let's go.”

>>3735540
>A

“No. I'm cashing in that favor you owe me. Let's go.”

She shoots you a nasty look and you're almost worried that she might back out of her end of the deal, but fortunately she merely growls and finishes her drink.

“You're lucky I still have some of that money on me.” She spits, storming past you and leaving the bar before you.

“... Bao, do you have a dumpster for this by the way? I do not wish to litter.” You ask politely.

“... Around back. Fuckin' psycho...” He grumbles again, hurrying to get a wash cloth across the counter.


**


“So... Where's your brother?” Revy asks from the passenger seat.

“Don't know, don't care. His fault for leaving the keys in. Where's Mister Okajima?” You return the question.

“Tch. Fuck him.” She angrily dismisses.

“Hmm.” You acknowledge, and the car ride continues on quietly for a moment.

“Gahhhh! What the fuck is your deal?” Revy suddenly berates, sitting up and pounding her gloved fist on the dashboard.

“If you're drag me away from the fuckin bar you could at least quit acting like a fucking robot!”

“Okay.” You answer, keeping your eyes on the road as you barely take into consideration what she says.

“... Fuck! I should've wasted the both of you back on that boat. One never shuts the fuck up and the other might as well be a fucking brick.” She berates once more.

“Seriously, would it kill you at least make some form of conversation so I don't eat my own fucking gun?”

“We have nothing in common and we aren't friends. I need to focus on the road.” You calmly respond.

“Heh, nothing in common? Get real. We're both cold blooded killers, and that's all we need.” She responds with a snicker.

“I can tell you're the type to try and dissociate yourself from the blood on your hands whenever possible. Let me guess, you're a professional with standards? Fuck you.”

She's starting to get under your skin somewhat. You need to focus on the task at hand...

A: “So what if I am? Should I just keep swimming in filth like you?”

B: “Maybe I just don't get off on killing people like you do.”

C: “Are we getting close to this old guy you mentioned, because I can't stand sitting next to you any further.”

D: “I was in a war. It's different from twirling two guns around and pretending to be Calamity Jane the Kid.”

>>3735724
>B: “Maybe I just don't get off on killing people like you do.”
It's a job, we're good at it, it pays. Treating it as any more or less is stupid.

>>3735724
>D: “I was in a war. It's different from twirling two guns around and pretending to be Calamity Jane the Kid.”

>>3735724
>B: “Maybe I just don't get off on killing people like you do.”

It’s a job, a dirty nasty smelly job that pays well.

>>3735724
D: “I was in a war. It's different from twirling two guns around and pretending to be Calamity Jane the Kid.”

>>3735724
>D: “I was in a war. It's different from twirling two guns around and pretending to be Calamity Jane the Kid.”

>>3735724
>D: “I was in a war. It's different from twirling two guns around and pretending to be Calamity Jane the Kid.”
>B: “Maybe I just don't get off on killing people like you do.”

>>3735724
>B: “Maybe I just don't get off on killing people like you do.”
>D: “I was in a war. It's different from twirling two guns around and pretending to be Calamity Jane the Kid.

>>3735724
B: “Maybe I just don't get off on killing people like you do.”
D: “I was in a war. It's different from twirling two guns around and pretending to be Calamity Jane the Kid.”

>>3735724
>D: “I was in a war. It's different from twirling two guns around and pretending to be Calamity Jane the Kid.”

>>3735724
>B
>D

You shake your head.

“Maybe I just don't get off on killing people like you do.”

She barks out a mocking laugh.

“Is the guy who walked in with a severed head really gonna try pull that bullshit? Just face it. You're no better than anyone else in this city. The more you try to deny it, the bigger coward you'll become.”

“I'm not denying anything. I just refuse being compared to you or everyone else making their living here.” You try to defend, but she presses on.

“Oh yeah? Tell me how you're different than the other hired guns here. What makes you a special fucking snowflake compared to me?”

“I was in a war. It's different from twirling two guns around and pretending to be Calamity Jane the Kid.” You try to explain, but she scoffs.

“It's just Calamity Jane, idiot... You think you're the only ex-military dipshit here? Gimme a fuckin' break. Although... I don't think any of them have a little legend tied to them like the one fry face recited.”

She flashes a wry smile.

“What was it about again? Some guy ripping people apart with his bare hands.”


You breathe heavily through your nose for a moment, trying to not get lost in the building anger rising through your chest.

“Don't speak until we arrive. This conversation is over.” You inform her. She just makes a disgruntled noise with her mouth, but that's the last thing said between you two before finally reaching the place Revy recommended.

**

“Revy! The hell are you doin' here so gatdamn late? I'm about to close... Who's the weird shirtless feller behind ya?”

You're both welcomed into a department store as a very small oldman, dressed only in shorts and a wife beater.

This is clearly a front for weapons trading, as the guy manning the real store's register is just ignoring the conversation held only inches away, lost in some porno magazine.

“He's a pain in the ass. Whatever he gets is on me, I gotta take a smoke break.” She waves you both off, stepping back outside.

“... Hmph. Alright then. Follow me an' start listin' what yer wantin'.”

A: “Shotgun. Semi-auto if possible.”

B: “She said you have some custom handguns, like they were masterworks. I'm curious.”

C: “Let me see your rifles. I will need something that can function at medium distances with high ammo capacity.”

D: “Something expensive to spite her, for starters.”

>>3735935
>A: “Shotgun. Semi-auto if possible.”
Eight gauge custom scattergat GET

>>3735935
>D: “Something expensive to spite her, for starters.”

>>3735935
>A: “Shotgun. Semi-auto if possible.”

>>3735724
Just B
>B: “Maybe I just don't get off on killing people like you do.”
That's all we need to set her off.

>>3735935
>C: “Let me see your rifles. I will need something that can function at medium distances with high ammo capacity.”

>>3735935
>C: “Let me see your rifles. I will need something that can function at medium distances with high ammo capacity.”
Or
>A: “Shotgun. Semi-auto if possible.”

>>3735935
>A: “Shotgun. Semi-auto if possible.”

>>3735935
>A: “Shotgun. Semi-auto if possible.”

>>3735935
>B: “She said you have some custom handguns, like they were masterworks. I'm curious.”

>>3735935
>A: “Shotgun. Semi-auto if possible.”
I want a KS-23 if we can get it. I'd ask for Dragon Breath rounds but they don't feed too good on a Semi-Auto.

>>3736099
Wait a second, disregard that request, KS-23 is pump action, not Semi-Auto.

>>3736101
It's a big fuckoff gat tho. Russian too, national pride!

>>3736105
True. That is very true, I think we should get that soon with some Barricade rounds. that way we have a Fuck Armor choice.

>>3736105
23mm of fuck you. I like.

>>3735935
>A

If you're going to assault a restaurant, you're probably not going to need anything long range.

“Shotgun. Semi-auto if possible.”

“Mmm, It's possible. Though I'd rather go with our Beneli we recently acquired.” He muses, leading you into the back room.

It's not just a store, it's a workshop. There's racks displaying a wide arrange of weapons, but the center of the room is occupied by a work bench with several parts scattered over it.

“Beneli?” You ask, and you're brought to several shotguns on display.

“That one on the bottom right. It's fully automatic, straight from Italy.” He points to it, but you only give it a passing glance as you observe the other available ones, including one very familiar to you.

The Saiga 12, a beautiful weapon you've used plenty of times. You don't hesitate to take it from the rack and inspect every nook and cranny of it.

“Hoh! I should've figured by your accent you would've gone straight for her. I take it you've fired it before?” He asks.

“Yes.” You respond, inspecting the empty magazine attached to it. It's in perfect condition.

“Then I can't stop you from taking it over the latest item. I can tell that thing is like a third arm growin' offa you.” He remarks with a gleeful smile.

“... Hey now, whatsis around your waist?”

He prods at your belt of knives, but you're still too busy inspecting the gun to look back at him.

“Oh... Didya make this yerself? Interesting... I can see you've got a knack for the craft, but this K-Bar and his friend stuck in yer belt... Son, I'm getting you a harness or something for those poor blades.”

“Okay.” You blandly acknowledge, looking down the Saiga's sights and reminiscing your time with this weapon prior to coming here.

“You know... I bet those 9mm Cutlass Customs Revy's totin' caught yer eye, eh? Lemme show you what I got cookin' now.”

The old man muses, looking under the work bench and fishing out a plastic case.

“C'mon, son. Look at these and tell me what you think!”

Your attention shifts as he opens the case, proudly placing his hands on his hips as you soak in his work.

“AMT Hardballers. One of a kind models with modifications made by yours truly.” He prune-like lips stretch into a toothless grin.

“What do ya think?”

[To be continued next session.]

>>3735935
PPSh-41
Stechkin automatic pistol
Škorpion vz. 61
Mini Uzi
M590

Sergei can have the dead guys gun we picked up.

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Alright, that's it for tonight! We'll get back to gunfun tomorrow!
Leave your shitposts questions and waifu cringe posts if you would like in the meantime.


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>>3736181
?“What do ya think?”

>>3736218
kek

Thanks for running, see ya soon.

I wish I caught the vote but I see we went hard shotgun. My gun autism hurts that we did that even though I know BL works on 80's action movie logic and it wont be bad.

Would have gone for a shortbarrel AR or AK variant.

>>3736275
We'll get one next time with the giant shotgun.

>>3736275
I mean, I'm pretty sure Hotel Moscow can set us up with a Krink.
Praiyachat's no mere arms dealer, though. The man's an ARTIST in steel. I half expect the saiga to wind up in full blown Abomination territory given time.

>>3736275
We were apparently only allowed to pick one or two guns.

We can always buy more down the line. Now we need one for our brother, and we best grab that now since Revy will probably blow all her money on some stupid shit.

I'm thinking maybe we could get the shotgun with a bayonet and a AKS-74U

>>3736332
If there's two Hardballers, I think one for us and one for our dumbass big brother would be smart.
Can't always carry around a shotgun or a krink, but a pistol is convenient, and gives us something with a bit more reach and repeatability than the ballistic knife.
Speaking of the ballistic knife, we need to remember in future that it's primarily designed as a sentry elimination tool, and not try to use it in every fight.

If we don't take those Silv- i mean Hardballers, i will be upset.

>>3736968
But we have that pistol we got off of that knife prick phone booth guy.

Didn't we have each have pistols, like little Makarov's coming on the boat? Or did Black Lagoon take them?

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>>3736181
They were... Gorgeous. That's the only way you could describe the craftsmanship behind these guns.

It reminded you of the .45 you had taken earlier, but it was much bigger. A long slide, wooden grip with finger groves, and below it is a magazine that slightly extends further than most handguns.

“I thought about nickel plating it but... Eh, it might make you a nice target for a sniper.” He comments as you pull the dark metal frame of the slide back and examine the internals.

“This variant shoots magnum ammunition, so a big guy like you should be able to fire those canons just as well as Two Hands does with her cutlasses.”

“Mhh... That's a loud round, but I see you modified the barrel for a suppressor. Does it actually work?” You ask, aiming it at a wall and getting a feel for it.

“Pfff, who do you think you're talkin' to? You use mine and you can shoot that fuckin' thing during a church service and not even God would hear it.” He boasts.

“That is quite a claim, Mister...?” You start to ask.

“Praiyachat.” He answers with a proud smile.

“And sonny, you better believe I make shit that would make the fuckin' Geneva Convention piss themselves. Anywhere else and you'd get fucked over by regulations and human rights and blah blah blah... It's all horseshit. You want good guns? You make 'em good an' fuckin' shoot anyone who tries to stop ya.”

“Hmm... You sound like a cowboy.” You comment with a smile, and you make him wheeze out a laugh with your description. You like this old man.

“Ahh...So, how about I get you a harness to hold both of those beauties, huh?” He asks.


A: “A regular one will be fine. I'll let my brother use the other one.”

B: “Thank you... You wouldn't happen to have a a vest to go along with it, would you?”

>>3737965
>A: “A regular one will be fine. I'll let my brother use the other one.”

>>3737965
A: “A regular one will be fine. I'll let my brother use the other one.”
I would like at least a case of ammo for the guns. So they'll last us a short while.

>>3737965
>B: “Thank you... You wouldn't happen to have a a vest to go along with it, would you?”
Spare gun

>>3737965
>A: “A regular one will be fine. I'll let my brother use the other one.”

>>3737965
A: “A regular one will be fine. I'll let my brother use the other one.”

>>3737965
>A: “A regular one will be fine. I'll let my brother use the other one.”

>>3737965
>A: “A regular one will be fine. I'll let my brother use the other one.”

>>3737965
>A: “A regular one will be fine. I'll let my brother use the other one.”

>>3737965
>A

You shake your head.

“A regular one will be fine. I'll let my brother use the other one.”

“Ahhh, a brother eh? Well it's good that you share...” He comments as he begins to head through a doorway ahead of the work bench.

“I'll see if I can find ya a vest, but it won't be as good as my guns I'll tell ya...”

You snaps the slide back into position, reading the print etched into the side:

“.44 DIRTY HARDBALLER”

Dirty? Seemed pretty clean to you...

You place it on the work bench, satisfied with it.

“Hey! Catch!”

You turn your head back to the door you came in from, the sound of Revy's voice traveling at you along with a shirt.

Catching it, you start to notice it's one of those gaudy Hawaiian shirts tourists wear, almost like Benny's except the colors are blue with pink tropical designs spread across it. On the back, there's a symbol of a hand flipping the bird with the text “ALOHA!” written just below it.


Revy grins as she leans against the door frame, watching you observe the shirt.

“Figured you could use it. Consider it a late welcoming present.”

“... Thanks.” You respond, already unbuttoning it to wear.

**

Saiga 12 with several mags in your arms.

The custom handgun and white K-Bar holstered on your hips.

The harness fitted around your frame, equipped with several pouches for ammo.

A balaclava raised and resting at the top of your head, knitted with an opening for the mouth so you can smoke while you work.

And finally, the saddest looking armored vest you've ever seen.

“I don't think I have to tell you it's seen better days.” Praiyachat informs you as you fit it onto your body.

“Sure it'll stop small rounds, but that's it. Thing's probably older than me.”

“Why are you even bothering with it? Just kill everyone before they can shoot you. It's easy as shit.” Revy adds, giving you a condescending look.

“I'd rather have it and not need it.” You answer.

You look over the Saiga once more, reassuring yourself that it's still in perfect condition.

“Can I go now?” Revy asks impatiently.

A: “Yes, in fact you're going with me to exterminate the rats infesting that restaurant.”

B: “Just pay the man and go, Revy. I don't need your help kicking the door in.”

C: “No, I'll be on my own. I not going in guns blazing.”

D: “After we find Sergei.”

>>3738089
D: “After we find Sergei.”

>>3738089
>d
>e. There will likely be shooting of the peoples involved. You seem to enjoy that.

>>3738089
>D: “After we find Sergei.”
>A: “Yes, in fact you're going with me to exterminate the rats infesting that restaurant.”

>>3738089
>B: “Just pay the man and go, Revy. I don't need your help kicking the door in.”

Unless she insists I see no reason to get her involved.

>>3738089
>D: “After we find Sergei.”
A: “Yes, in fact you're going with me to exterminate the rats infesting that restaurant.”
"You can kick him in the ass if he bitches too much. Brother is much like old fucking engine."
And also this >>3738093 with anon's E choice.

>>3738093
This, plus
>"Or you could go home and have shopping for a shirtless Russian be the highlight of your day. Either is fine."

>>3738105
Supporting this whole heartedly.

>>3738103
That's a fair reason Anon.

>>3738105
This

>>3738091
>>3738093
>>3738094
>>3738104
>>3738105
Roll D100+5

Rolled 38 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>3738126

Rolled 75 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>3738126
REVY PLS! PLS REVY!

>>3738131
THANK YOU REVY!

Rolled 45 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>3738126

>>3738108
Thank you. I like to think that I'm a reasonable person.

Rolled 64 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

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>>3737965
>A
>D

“Yes, in fact you're going with me to exterminate the rats infesting that restaurant.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8761je6tJqk

“... What?” Revy asks, her eyes becoming a bit more frightening as she narrows them at you.

“And we're finding Sergei.” You add, looking at a rack of marksman rifles, including a customized SVD that Sergei might particularly enjoy.

“Fuck you. I did your favor, anything else is pushing it and I'm the wrong one to try that shit on.” She viciously retorts.

You walk to the rack, taking the sniper rifle from it and examining it. The wooden frame is a much lighter shade, like a pale tan, but what makes it stand out is the modified stock and pistol grip. The two are normally attached and part of the same frame, but the stock on this is steel and has a... Felt cushion for a cheek rest? Well, Sergei would definitely like it.

“What happened to all that talk back in the car? Killing should be fun for you, right?” You cheekily question.

She growls, and you don't even turn your head when you hear the sound of one of her guns being drawn.

“Then why don't I start off with you, commie fuck? How about I make your brains ruining that nice gun the highlight of my night?”

“Hey! HEY! Don't you start this kind of shit in my fuckin' store! Kill each other outside gatdammit!” The old man shouts at you both, but his demands are ignored.

“Revy, the highlight of your day will be escorting a shirtless Russian around and going shopping. How do you think the city will react after the fact? I'm sure Miss Balalaika will want to ask you a few questions, especially since the positive reception I've been given at Hotel Moscow.” You bring up, and out of the corner of her eye you see her flinch.

“You can kill me tomorrow if you feel like it, but I would advise against it tonight.”

She lowers her gun, still livid with her situation.

“Fine. I'll play along, but stay out of my way otherwise I might accidentally misfire into the back of your head.” She warns, walking off out of view.

“... You really shouldn't be stickin' your pecker in a hornet's nest like that.” The elderly gunsmith comments.

“Best leave so I don't get hit by stray bullet.”

You nod, parting ways with a handshake and thanking him for the guns.

As you walk out, you're relieved to see that the young man keeping watch earlier is counting through a stack of cash. At least Revy wasn't too pissed to forget her payment.


[More in the coming post]

>>3738222
**

“... Why are we here?” Revy questions as you pull up in front of a bright neon lit business known as “GoofFest.”


“Because judging by the working girls camped out here, this is probably the best place to find Sergei. Balalaika had mentioned a strip club on this street, so I think it's safe to say this is it.” You respond, cutting the engine off.

“Ah, so that chalk line missing a head was your work back there. Shithead had tits in his face while you had a gun in yours.” Revy remarks.

“Mhmm.” You agree, rolling up the balaclava atop your head to make it look like a normal cap.


“Here's hoping he hasn't been thrown out yet.”

You walk past the gallery of loose women and through the doors, only to be assaulted by the loudest trashy club music that your ears have experienced.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WiIi8X68OCw

You feel ashamed seeing these women sell themselves like this. You walk by several guests being personally entertained by dancers while others have their eyes fixated on a exotic dancer working the pole on the center stage.

What would your mama think if she knew you walked into a place like this?

“... Fuck. Hey, over there.” Revy tells you over the music, hitting your shoulder with the back of her fist and pointing at a far off booth.

You look, and you're not even surprised at this point. Sergei and a black gentleman dressed like escaped from a disco movie are sat next to each other laughing as several women orbit them. Their faces are red from so much alcohol consumption, and the women hanging on to either of them just feign adoration while feeling them up.

“Figures those two would get along.” Revy observes angrily, spitting on the floor.

“You know him?” You ask, and she's quick to answer.

“That's Rowan, and this is his business.”

God. Fucking. Dammit. He made friends with the fucking owner.

You pinch your eyebrows, thinking of the best way to deal with the situation.

A: Be calm. Just go over there and get Sergei. Drag him out if you have to.

B: Send Revy for him. It might work better if Rowan reasons with someone he knows.

C: Fuck it. Fire your Hardballer in the air and let Sergei know you're here and you're not happy.

>>3738252
>A: Be calm. Just go over there and get Sergei. Drag him out if you have to.

>>3738252
>A: Be calm. Just go over there and get Sergei. Drag him out if you have to.

>>3738252
>A: Be calm. Just go over there and get Sergei. Drag him out if you have to.

>>3738252
D: >Resist the urge to fire your gun in the air, no need to piss off the owner with unneeded damages.
A: Be calm. Just go over there and get Sergei. Drag him out if you have to.
Be strong Mikhail, be strong for mother.

>>3738252
>C: Fuck it. Fire your Hardballer in the air and let Sergei know you're here and you're not happy.
We have the right to vent after he spent his night getting drunk and feeling up hookers while we almost died.

>>3738252
>A: Be calm. Just go over there and get Sergei. Drag him out if you have to.

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Oh and here QM, have some MS paint.

>>3738252
>A

You take a deep breath, and begin your march into foray of flesh and drugs.

“Serg--”

You try to speak to him once you arrive, but his greeting is much more... Audible.

“MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESHKA!” He yells throwing his arms open.

“GIRLS! GIRLS!... GIRLS! Say hi to my brother! He-He needs the women on him Rowan get more!”

“B-Brotha I got a business to run. This all I got to spare!” He justifies between coughs that shake is overly large afro while all the erotically dressed girls giggle with delight and wave at you.

“Hiii Mishka!~”

You can feel the embarrassment start to burn on your cheeks.


“Sergei, it's time to go. Now.” You tell him sternly.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhcmawn.” He sputters out, waving an arm at you.

“Issaparty mane! Fuckin... Don't be a bitch these ladies love you already!”

“Sergei. We are leaving. This is the last time I am asking nicely.” You tell him again, clenching your fists tightly.


“Nonono, I get cha... It's hard to admit but don't worry man, big bro will help you out...” He responds swaying as he looks to all the women.

“Hey girls... Hehe... My lil bro needs your help... The poor guy is still a virgin, you know? He's a fucking tank but never got pussy! So you nee--”

Sergei's cut off by you taking a fistful of his hair and smashing his face into the table, knocking aside several glasses of alcohol and raising a plume of powdery cocaine near Rowan's end.

In response, the girls look frightened while Rowan breaks out into hysterics, pointing and laughing as you drag your brother over the table and onto the floor.

“Auuughhhoohh....” He bizarrely groans, trying to pick himself up off the stained wood.

“... Sorry for scaring you. Have a good night.” You try to politely depart as you take Sergei by the collar of his shirt and drag him past a snickering Revy.

“You're a virgin? Aren't you in your 30s?!” She laughs savagely, holding her ribs.

“Shut the fuck up. Let's go.” You answer as you push through the rest of the patrons.

[more in the following post.]

>>3738431
**

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k8y5j3_YSwI

“You... Are the biggest piece of shit... In the world.” Sergei whines in the back, trying to stop the blood pouring from his nose with ripped piece of his shirt.

You were the one to tear it up originally, because in all the excitement you had forgotten the stab wound in your hand existed. For now you'll have to live with a make-shift cloth bandage, but it was really starting to hurt now.

“Uh huh. That's me. The guy who gets attacked while you fuck around is the piece of shit.” You dully remark, keeping an eye out for the restaurant as you drive further into the city.

“You no good motherfucker... You even drive MY car and let her sit in front seat!”

Revy ignores his complaints, just hoping to get one quick smoke in before the real shit hits the fan.


“Sergei, I need you to focus. We can talk about who's a piece of shit later, but right now I need you to be in good condition for shooting.” You inform him, but he just does some mixture of a sob and an angry roar in response.

“Was he really worth getting? His mind is on vacation in fucking Panama now.” Revy badgers you, but that's when you prepare your ace in the hole.

“It gives me great shame to encourage this, but...” You start to explain,reaching for something you took from Sergei moments ago.


It's a very tiny bag of white powder.

“Is that coke?” Revy asks as you toss it back to Sergei.

Sergei looks at it for a solid minute as it lands on his lap before deciding to do what comes naturally.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k_jcT08MqoU

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! FUCK!” He howls, shaking his head wildly and slobbering all over his seat.

“What the fuck.” Revy comments with an eyebrow arched.

“It's a serious problem, but he's pretty coordinated when on it so...” You reluctantly state.

“Okayokayokayokayokay! What're we doing? Where we going?! [FUCK!]” Sergei blabbers, trying to figure out where he is within his kickstarted mind.

“You are going to find a vantage point and shoot whoever you can from it. While Revy...”

A: “Diverts them from the front. I'm going to cut the power in the back so in case someone tries to reach a phone they can't call for help.”

B: “And I do a blitz play. We go in, waste them, get out. No need to be subtle when you're trying to kill everyone in the room.”

C: “Pincers them from the back while I control the front. We clear our way to the center of the building and make sure everyone in there is dead.”

>>3738534
>C: “Pincers them from the back while I control the front. We clear our way to the center of the building and make sure everyone in there is dead.”

>>3738534
>C: “Pincers them from the back while I control the front. We clear our way to the center of the building and make sure everyone in there is dead.”

We have the shotgun.

>>3738534
>C: “Pincers them from the back while I control the front. We clear our way to the center of the building and make sure everyone in there is dead.”

>>3738534
>C: “Pincers them from the back while I control the front. We clear our way to the center of the building and make sure everyone in there is dead.”

>>3738534
>C: “Pincers them from the back while I control the front. We clear our way to the center of the building and make sure everyone in there is dead.”

>>3738534
A: “Diverts them from the front. I'm going to cut the power in the back so in case someone tries to reach a phone they can't call for help.”
Its a restaurant, there may be a bystander or two.

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>>3738541
>>3738542
>>3738548
>>3738555
>>3738560
Alright guys, we'll start off next session with this vote.
Gonna cut it here for tonight because I'm a sleepy boy. Hope you guys are liking things but it's cool if you don't. Thanks for reading anyways, and feel free to post your shits in the mean time.

Next session will probably be Monday because I have plans for Sunday, so see you then!

>>3738592
It's all good QM. Can't wait for the action.

>>3738615
I can't wait for all the nat 1s

>>3738534
A: “Diverts them from the front. I'm going to cut the power in the back so in case someone tries to reach a phone they can't call for help.”

Wait is the MC really a virgin?

>>3738737
Hes too pure for all the waifus.

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>>3738737
Well, I'd guess we were conscripted at 18, 19-ish.
Then we saw some serious shit, did some serious shit.
And since then we've been busy with surviving and looking after Sergei's dumb ass.
That's okay though, the lovely lady from Langley can fix our... problem... for us at some point.
Those fuckin' EYES, man.

>>3738737
Yes. Sergei has tried to hook him up with prostitutes and he either just goes on a regular date with them or pays them for their trouble and refuses the service.

>>3738864
>inb4 we’re only 28 but we look older

>>3738983
What a wholesome and strange man.

>>3738864
...you have to be fucking kidding me. I knew some Russian spec ops and soldiers IRL. Those guys are almost as bad as sailors when it comes to getting their dick wet. Except without being cut off from all pussy while at sea. This is even by soldier standards mind you. Russians start fucking while real young mostly due to booze but still. I mean shit if he had a lover that he could never get over yeah okay few of them were pretty goddamn sentimental chaps quite against appearances and wouldn't push too hard about that stuff. I always figured he was one of them since the MC reminded me of them by no small amount. Always a bad idea to ask why though...unless you get them really wasted as shit. In which case prepare for a heart wrenching soul destroying tale that ends with everyone in tears and trying to comfort the poor guy to prevent him from another breakdown. Wish I was joking its how found out why everyone always warned me against. Before thought I always thought it was because he would kill me for asking.

I mean fucking hell the MC is without a doubt the only goddamn Russian soldier(much less ex Spetnaz) whose a fucking virgin. Christ the Russians I knew would of have long gotten him wasted and force fed him boner pills before hiring the most expensive escort they could put together with their savings long before he was in his goddamn thirties. Who would only get paid once the deed was done. Not even joking otherwise he would be considered a fag and that is something you REALLY don't wanna be thought of among them.

>>3738783
No shit.

>>3738864
Now I don't even wanna push him to a waifu...its just Black Lagoon is not meant for someone like that. Holy shit. I can't even think of anyone to hook him up with now. Anyway I know the type I just...argh cannot understand how the fuck he's still a goddamn virgin. IT DOES NOT COMPUTE. Fuck i ain't ever even heard rumors of whispers about someone like that. Just gotta keep telling myself to suspend my sense of disbelief...its okay maybe it involves another story of such heartbreak that I never wanna ask about because I really don't want to ever hear another one of such caliber again.

>>3739117
>cannot understand how the fuck he's still a goddamn virgin
Autism.

>>3739480
Not just any autism, it's Slav'tism.

>>3739117
>>3738864
He might be asexual or to autistic to pursue anyone and the talk that he is a virgn works for Sergei when he throws girls at him, especially if he can get them discounted for a good cause.

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>>3740011
He's not asexual. This is '96, tumblr wasn't made yet.

>>3741582
Kukris when?

>>3741582
He's the elusive Husbando!

>>3741582
>This is '96, tumblr wasn't made yet.
What about the tumblr in our hearts?

>>3741582
asexual is just a nicer way of saying to much of a autistic to do anything but wank to get rid of pressure or actually going full on monk mode on no fap. Gotta retain all the testosterone for himself.

>>3738534
>C

“... Pincers them from the back while I control the front. We clear our way to the center of the building and make sure everyone in there is dead.”

“Not worried about anyone eating out in there?” Revy asks with a wicked smile.

“I didn't know you were planing fuckin wiping the place clean.”

“I'm not. I doubt anyone innocent is... Here.”

You stop the car, looking ahead at rundown Asian temple-like building, the crimson paint coating it worn and the jade tiles on the roof falling apart.

“... Judging by the sign with the boy eating noodles, I'd say this is it.” You observe, cutting the engine off.

“Gun?!” Sergei primitively asks, scrambling out of the car after you.

“Uh huh.” You answer, walking around to the back of the car and popping the trunk open.

Both of your primary weapons are in the center, with the case of Harballers just under them. There's several mags scattered about, but it's easy to tell which is yours from the shape alone.

“... Sergei, change of plans.” You start to tell him as you glance back over at the building.

“This place as a second floor. Keep your eyes on them and--”

“Kill them all! Yeahyeahyeah!” He hurriedly answers, snatching his rifle and handgun up in a frenzy. You're seriously starting to regret getting him.

Before you can say anything else, his vision darts between the other buildings nearby, silently deciding on which one would be perfect to make a nest in.

“... Fuck. Revy?” You turn to look for her, but she's seen walking across the street into an alley behind the target location, guns already drawn.

Fine. Guess it's on you to start things off.

You pull the mask over your head, load your Saiga, and march down the street towards the building's front entrance.

You have to go around the corner to actually make it to the front of the business, and under a poorly lit doorway is a ratty looking punk in a basket ball jersey smoking.

He's barely paying attention to you, but addresses you none the less.

“Fuck off, place is closed the night.” He harshly informs you.

You remain there, keeping the barrel of your Saiga down while putting the stock against your shoulder.

He can sense you're still there, and he's quick to scowl and threaten you.

“Look fuckhead, if you don't start walking along I'm gonna fist fuck your ass through... your... mouth...”

His words lose their ferocity once he finally looks at you.

A: Go through him.

B: “Go home.”

>>3743924
>A: Go through him.
Hotline Miami time

>>3743924
>A: Go through him.

>>3743924
>A: Go through him.

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>>3743924
>A: Go through him.
IT'S GO TIME BOYOS!

>>3743924
A: Go through him.
We'd probably not have let him walk if he wasn't so rude. But now we definitely aren't letting him walk.

>>3743924
>A

You aim, and fire.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GoXs6wTxNKw

He's blown back into the doors in a cloud of blood and sawdust, your arrival announced with the cracking of wood and body thudding across the floor in a bloody heap.

The inside looks about as nice as the fresh corpse you made. Everything looks dirty and dilapidated, almost begging to be burned to the ground by you or some drugged up fool in the kitchen.

Scattered around tables are groups of thugs not unlike the one you helped through the doors, all of which are in the midst of various operations like counting money or packaging drugs.

After their minds register whats happening, they try to disperse and find cover or go for weapons. Most of them aren't lucky enough to do that.

You run and gun your way in, hitting multiple targets with surgical shell accuracy. You do a horizontal sweep, hitting and incapacitating as many as you can before ejecting the mag and reloading in the midst of an agile combat roll.

As you come back up to fire, you can already hear shots coming from the kitchen area signaling Revy's arrival. But until she gets here, you're forced into dealing with incoming fire from both your left and right flanks.

Morons.

You just turn fall on your back as the incoming fire is exchanged overhead, the occupants doing your job for you as a few of them are taken out by friendly fire.

From your position, you can see one pair of legs still standing on your right side while there's two on your left. Mentally marking your targets, you prop yourself up into a prone position and start taking their shoes off the hard way.

From the distance you're at, clean shots rip through their ankles before their brains can even register it, all three attackers howling and crying in pain as their forced to the floor and hugging their legs in agony.

Three more shots and you silence them, attempting to get back up your eyes focus on a stairway leading to the second floor beyond a balcony overhead, but your eyes catch 4 other problems aiming their barrels right at you.

There's two that have pushed their way through the ones either dead or writhing on the floor, but above them two more armed men emerged with rifles trained on you from the balcony.

A: Take out the top floor first.

B: Sergei should have the guys upstairs covered, kill these other fucks.

>>3744097
>B.
Call me dumb for trusting a crackhead

>>3744097
B: Sergei should have the guys upstairs covered, kill these other fucks.
If we don't leave something for Sergei to kill, he may shoot us by mistake and boredom.

>>3744097
>B: Sergei should have the guys upstairs covered, kill these other fucks.

>>3744097
>B: Sergei should have the guys upstairs covered, kill these other fucks.
"If I die, I'll kill him."

>>3744119
>>3744121
>>3744130
>>3744144
Roll D100+8

Rolled 74 + 8 (1d100 + 8)

>>3744155
IT'S TIME TO DIE FOLKS!

Rolled 83 + 8 (1d100 + 8)

>>3744155

Rolled 65 + 8 (1d100 + 8)

>>3744155

>>3744097
>B

Just as your brain signals to fire, four holes are opened in the front of their skulls, with 4 loud cracks from a distant gunshot right after.

They all gracefully plummet to the floor along with their weapons, and as they leak blood from their destroyed brains you can't help but blink in amazement. How can someone as mentally stunted as Sergei be so good at this?

You just look back at the shattered window behind you just over the second floor, giving a thumbs up before pushing your way through once more.

The gunshots coming from the back get louder, and soon you see Revy leap into the fray and expertly use her ambidextrous aim to wipe out several of the goons that had been trying to jump you from cover.

Her leaping off the floor and diving between knocked over tables... You've never seen agility and accuracy like that, and she's doing it all with a smile on her face. It's surprising to see that there's actually skill to back up that big mouth of hers.

You press on, the kill march you make turning into a wack-a-mole snuff film as more of these amateurs try to jump out from their cover and empty their mags into you... But they never get a shot off.

Between you and Revy, they have about 2 more seconds left to live if they decide to retaliate. There must be 20 dead between you both, and the scent of flesh cooking around hot lead and fresh blood was starting to pollute the room. It's disturbing how nostalgic it makes you feel.


In the end, it was a clean slaughter. Too clean. These guys were just like the ones in the garage, some young bloods that had been scraped together to form a wall of meat to clash against, but it was far more visceral now.
Aside from Revy doing a few dead checks, things were getting quiet as you both started to meat in the center, both of you sharing splashes of blood and viscera while gunsmoke fogs the room.

“... This is fucked.” Revy remarks, confusing you.

“Huh? You looked like you were having fun.” You point out, cradling your Saiga once you feel like it's all clear.

“Not that dumbass... These guys are packaging smack.” She points out, looking at a few brown bricks of powder that had been torn apart by spent ammunition.

“There's only one place to get it from, and that's fry face herself.”

“What?! Captain makes heroin?!” You asked, shocked by her information. You couldn't believe a woman of her caliber would create something so disgusting, and thankfully it wasn't the case.

“No, it's distribution she controls shit for brains. But either way this should be in Chang's hands... Mikhail who the fuck are these guys?”

Revy's question is almost answered, as you both hear a noise above of something scurrying around and immediately aim your sights at the upstairs area.

“I think I'm gonna find out today, Revy.” You answer calmly, still training your sights towards the balcony area as you cautiously make your way to the steps.

[TBC next session]

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>>3744278
Sorry for the late post but I fell asleep for a moment at my desk, which I think is good sign to call it for now...

We'll either pick this back up tomorrow or Wednesday, so I'll see you then!

>>3744281
Hey we get to torch the place afterwards right?

After taking all their gear and valuables, excluding the drugs.

>>3744287
We need to bring the drugs back with us to give to Boss lady since this is cutting into her business big time.

>>3744336
>Putting drugs in the same car as our brother.

You want to watch him explode in powdered shit and spit don't ya?

>>3744369
We need the fucking proof. We are still and aren't that trusted yet. Just shove some intact bricks into a bag and throw into the trunk away from our brother. If I believed they would believe our word we wouldn't need it but alas we are still the new guys.

Do Revy refer to Balalaika as fryface? I seem to remember she called her “Big Sis” or Anego if you’re a weeb

>>3746619
Fryface when she is talking to someone else about...who isn't Russian. Strange she said that before us though. She does say Big Sis when she's actually meeting with her as obviously saying Fryface to her face means dying a horrible death. At least that's what I remember been a while since I watched it though. Goddamn, that bastard for the hiatus. It's not like it is very hard to come up with crazy jobs for the crew to do in such a place.

>>3746911
If that's the case then I get the feeling that we're not that kind of "Russian" in her eyes.
Or it could be that the QM just made a derp.

>>3747065
You're a FNG to her, and she highly doubts you're the type to be a tattle tale.

Posts soon.

>>3749191
>You're a FNG to her, and she highly doubts you're the type to be a tattle tale.
Exactly

>>3744278
You check your magazine, comfortable with the 4 shells still in it.

The stairs run up against a wall, generously giving you cover as you proceed up them.

You're brought to two branching paths of a single hallway, the left path offering three doors along the sides and the right leading to one at the very end.

Revy peeks around your back, covering the left side while you take the right end.

You put a finger to your mouth, and she nods at your request to remain quiet.

It's still silent, whatever's up here has found a good place to hide by now, otherwise Sergei would've shot him before he could escape out a window.

Only problem is figuring out if they're scared or planning an ambush.

The three doors on your left could be anything, but the solitary one leads you to believe it's a main office for whoever owns the place.

You want to think that it'd be too obvious for them to hide there, but what if they were stupid? This coin flip bullshit pisses you off.

A: Motion for Revy to take the right side of the hall while you go left.

B: Starting moving up to the doorway at the right end and left Revy figure out what's in the other three.

C: Try to provoke what ever's in the solitary door with a stray shot. Maybe whatever's in there will panic.

>>3749244
Revy Covers all three doors. We proceed from left to right clearing all rooms.

>>3749244
>D: "Marco!"

For real though, I vote for A.

>>3749244
>A: Motion for Revy to take the right side of the hall while you go left.
Go low just in case they try to shoot through the wall.

>>3749244
>A

You look at Revy and point to the far door on the right, waiting for her to nod before you cross in front of her and start to move down the opposite end.

Your steps are as close to silent as they can be as you approach the first door on the left side.

Extending your left arm, you delicately hold the knob and twist it, bringing the barrel of your gun upward as you tactfully enter.

Nothing, or rather, no one. You keep your barrel aimed ahead just to be safe as your left hand returns to it, sweeping your sights around in search of movement.

All you could see were shelves and boxes, most of which looked like plastic cutlery or other items for the the dining area below. You wouldn't be shocked if they smuggled their smack along with the boxes as well.

You turn away and aim your barrel across from the storage room, advancing on the door and using the same procedure to enter.

What was inside here was more interesting. It looked like Benny's little cyber nest back on the boat but on a bigger scale. There were only two computers, but arranged around the room were towers of other electronic equipment that you couldn't even begin to name. There might be something useful in here like a... Hard drive full of megagigs? You hate this shit and the stupid names that revolve around it.

Just as you pull away from that room, you hear Revy say something very, very, very bad.

“OH SHIT!”

Your head whips around to see Revy tumble out of the distant door way into a fast sprint towards you, her face looking pale as if she had seen hell.

Before you could even ask what was wrong, there was fireball that had errupted from the doorway carried by a shock wave that threw Revy off her feet and you onto your ass, and soon after was the ear splitting snap of an explosion.

It's merciless assault on your senses. The flash of fire that burns into your retina, the shattering of glass and dry wall rocketing through your ear canal, and the sudden rise in temperature that travels across your body.

As you sat up, you could see Revy face planted onto the floor, here eyes somewhat vacant as she lay their unconscious. You don't know what the fuck happened in there, but it was lost to the sudden fires and you were down a man. Fuck.

With your hearing starting to recover, you hear the final door creaking as it opens, and you try to quickly flip your aim behind you.

A: “DON'T MOVE ANOTHER STEP!”

B: Start shooting!

>>3749340
>B: Start shooting!
Working with instincts here.

>>3749340
Is there a window in this room?

>>3749340
>A: “DON'T MOVE ANOTHER STEP!”

>>3749340
B: Start shooting!

>>3749342
>>3749368
Roll D100

>>3749356
There wasn't one in either room you checked, and you're in the middle of a hallway with the last remaining door having been opened by someone else.

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>3749371
Dice Gods, PLEASE

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>3749371

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>3749371
WEW

>>3749340
>B

You can't make out any features that catch your eye, you just pull the trigger of your Saiga...

… But something that you couldn't have hoped to expect happens. He simply raises his right foot up and kicks the barrel upward with the toe of his business loafers, and that alone forces it all the way up into blasting a hole into the ceiling instead!

As particles and chunks of the ceiling fall, you try to readjust your aim back to him only to watch his hand deftly swoop and gather the falling debris before most of it hits the ground and flings it into your eyes!

You curse as your eyes are forced shut, and while you attempt to take steps back and make some distance between you both, you feel a tug on your gun followed by the sound of the loaded mag hitting the floor.

[“MOTHER FUCKER!”] You address him as you blindly go for your sidearm, but you feel him put a vice grip on your hand and force it down into the holster before you can draw on him.

You swear you can hear a small chuckle before feeling your mask pulled off and instantly shoved into your still open mouth, gagging it.

You roar furiously through the cloth as you feel his grip around your wrist get tighter and tighter, as if he was trying to crush your bones into powder. His other hand keeps the balaclava forced into your mouth, suffocating you.

“It must feel embarrassing. The power and control you felt mowing them all down only to end up like this.” His voice muses with delight.

The building fire behind you, Revy completely incapacitated and vulnerable, and you at this guy's mercy until the final seconds of your life are taken by him.

Then Sergei will be alone out there.
[More in next post]

>>3749446

You snap.

As your eyes water and burn from the irritation you try to see enough through the blurred vision to clasp your free hand onto the arm pushing the mask into your throat.

You hear him chuckle as his muscles tense up in preparation for you to try and pull him away, but that's not what happens.

All five fingers sink into his flesh, breaking skin as their tips push through muscle tissue.

His reaction to the pain tunneling into his forearm isn't one you would expect, just as soft gasp as he disconnects from you and leap backwards.

You quickly stick the bloody fingers into your mouth and pinch what fabric you can, and in one strong tug you gag as the mask is removed and tossed onto the floor in a wet flop.
Your other hand wipes at your eyes, clearing enough of your vision to see your attacker as smoke billows past you.

His hair is in a blonde buzzcut, and his clean face reminds you of a cunning fox as the thin slits of his eyes rest over a cheeky smile. He's dressed in an all black suit as well, standing in a martial arts pose reminiscent of a tiger and blood drips from one of his sleeves.

Your gut already knows that this is him. This is the guy who's behind all of this.

Taslim.

You beat your fists against the kevlar across your chest in a primal act to pump yourself up and get some adrenaline flowing.

You stare ahead at him with nothing but hatred and the desire to rip him apart. Throwing your arms open, you finally speak directly to him

“DAVAY!”

[To be continued next session]

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Alright guys, next session will be the regular hours on Friday. After that I might take a wee break Saturday and Sunday if that's alright with you dudes.

Thanks for staying up late with me. Have a good night!

>>3749446
>>3749457
Should have shot him again with the Saiga. We still had 1 round in the chamber.

>>3749468
I didn't forget

>>3749448
A: Rush forward and go for his legs! Take him down and restrict his movements!

B: Draw your knives! Strike at him with the Kbar and catch him off guard with the ballistic when there's an opening!

C: Reach behind and fling smaller blades into him as you advance! He won't be able to avoid them and counterattack at the same time!

D: Draw your side arm and dump the magazine into him! Fuck fighting fair!

E: The Saiga should still have one more round chambered into it, but it's behind him. See if there's a way to toss him aside and go for it!

>>3753720
>E: The Saiga should still have one more round chambered into it, but it's behind him. See if there's a way to toss him aside and go for it!

>>3753720
B: Draw your knives! Strike at him with the Kbar and catch him off guard with the ballistic when there's an opening!
Maybe if we stall for long enough Revy will wake up.
Try and push him out of the room and towards a window.

>>3753720
>C: Reach behind and fling smaller blades into him as you advance! He won't be able to avoid them and counterattack at the same time!