“You need to take him out back and fucking shoot him. I'm serious. You need to kill that fucking thing.”

Sergei was a wreck, sitting on the steps of your home with a cigarette shaking in his hand and a urine stain on his crotch.

“Sergei, come on. He doesn't know any better.” You start to justify as you keep your back pressed to the front door.

“Because he's a fucking blood thirsty fucking—FUCKING TIGER! WHY DID YOU BRING A GODDAMN TIGER INTO THE HOUSE?!” Sergei shouts in distress, the cigarette snapping in half as he violently shakes.

“I didn't! He broke in and was hungry... Look, Taslim is going to need training obviously, so I think we'll both have to-”

“TASLIM?! You motherfucker!” Sergei snaps, quickly fishing for another stick of nicotine.

“You named him after that dead fuck too?! What is wrong with you?! That's it, we're burning the fucking place down. Maybe Balalaika has the place insured.”

He starts to frantically flick his lighter, but you kneel down and smack it out of his hand. Sergei's burned through your patience already.

“Listen dipshit. You see those groceries you spilled on the porch? You're going to take those meat patties among them and you're going to feed that tiger, and then you're going to pet him and be his friend. Got it?”

“... Who the fuck has a tiger here? Shit. Fucking tiger.” Your brother struggles to process

“Well, that's what I plan on finding out.” You answer, looking back at the door leading to the inside of your house.

“And how exactly are you going to do that?” Sergei asks in response.

A: “I figured we could drive him down to the Yellow Flag. It's a safe bet that Bao might know a thing or two.”

B: “Balalaika should already be looking for leads, so we might as well swing by there first.”

C: “Follow the trail. I mean, there has to be one left over from where he jumped in from.”

D: “Take him for a walk, maybe someone will recognize him. He'll need a leash though...”

>>3821398
C: “Follow the trail. I mean, there has to be one left over from where he jumped in from.”D: “Take him for a walk, maybe someone will recognize him. He'll need a leash though...”

>>3821468
One of these will need a roll so I'll let some more time go by. I'm in no rush.

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>3821511

B: “Balalaika should already be looking for leads, so we might as well swing by there first.”

>>3821395
C: “Follow the trail. I mean, there has to be one left over from where he jumped in from.”
Good to see this back

>>3821398
>C

You shrug. There's not really a solid way to tackle this, you'll just have to wing it.

“Follow the trail. I mean, there has to be one left over from where he jumped in from.”

“What, with the fucking tiger helping you look?! You are NOT leaving me alone with that thing!” Sergei shouts again, but you've had just about enough of it.

“I'm going to open the door now. If you want to live, start opening up that raw meat.” You warn him, heading to the front door.

“W-WHAT?! MISHKA YOU FUCK! FUCK!!” He yells, his voice becoming more terrified as he scrambles off the steps.

You slowly turn the door knob, and you instantly hear the hulking sprint of the jungle cat running towards the door.

“Get ready!” You call out, and the barrage of panicked jibberish and swears coming from Sergei signal you to finally open the door and step to the side.

The brightly burning coat of orange fur rushes past in a blur, and when you attempt to follow its movement it's already wrestling with the packing clutched in Sergei's frightened hands.

His eyes are wide as saucers as he screams like a little girl, making you crack a smile as Taslim finally sinks his large teeth into the store bought meat.

The tiger chomps and snaps at the dangling food right over Sergei's face, looking down at him once he's finished the meal generously given to him.

“Mama... M-Mama...” Sergei starts to cry, but his face of fear soon turns to discomfort as the massive scrapes his tongue over his face.

“See?” You tell him, the tiger licking him once more.

“OW FUCK!” Sergei shouts, the wet sandpaper affectionately scraping his face becoming a bit too much as he scurries away.

“FUCK....” He pants, still shaken up.

“Pfff, big baby. You're not the one who got bitten.” You remind him, giving Taslim a hard pat to his side to get his attention.

[“Come.”] You command, the motioning over your hand helping the animal understand as it follows you back into the home.

He follows you as you head into the bathroom, sliding shards of glass away with your boot so he doesn't get any stuck in his paws.

You lean out the broken window and take a closer look, your vision following along the ground as you investigate the backyard leading into a back alley of sorts.

You can see some footprints as well as indentations across the grass, and you're quick to decide to climb out and follow them.

The alleyway is made by neighboring businesses, but there's very little upkeep to the area. It's patches of grass spreading through the concrete across discarded garbage cans.

Actually, a lot of these are knocked over. Looks like your house wasn't the first place he dined at.
[More to follow]

>>3821606
Continuing your combing of the area, the solid tracks of the best disappear, and what you're left to go off of is some crumbled mud that must've fallen from his paws.

You're startled by something rummaging through the garbage scattered across the alley, and you look back to see Taslim shoving his massive head into one of the cans.

“Hey! You stop that.” You scold him, and your command gets through to him as he pulls his head out with a low roar. Huh.

“Interesting... I've figured out two things, now. One, you got here from outside the city judging from these clumps here... And two is that you've taken order before, haven't you?” You ask him as if you're expecting an aswer.

The beast's tongue just rolls past his lips for a moment, his curious eyes looking around the area he had stormed through last night.

“Yeah... And judging by how you're cooperating with me, I can safely assume your last owner pissed you off.” You comment with a sigh.

“Welcome to the club, furball.”

Something dawns on you as you look at the trail once more; you probably aren't the only one following it. In fact, it's probably very likely that whoever lost your new friend is tracking his steps as well. Meaning that they could be the next things to break into your home...

A: Might as well meet them half way and introduce yourself.

B: If that's true, you should stay put and be a gracious host, right? There's plenty you'd like to discuss with them.

>>3821633
>A: Might as well meet them half way and introduce yourself.
Rather they not know where we live.

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Since it's kind of dead, I'll let the votes stack.

Sorry the run times got screwed up. See you next post!

>>3821633
A: Might as well meet them half way and introduce yourself.

>>3821633
>A: Might as well meet them half way and introduce yourself.

>>3821633
>A: Might as well meet them half way and introduce yourself.

>>3821633
C. Grab guns. Snacks, and more meat. Look for a portable BBQ grill to buy.

If we end up keeping Taslim and Sergei throws a fit, tell him "I have to put up with all of your bullshit every single day, Sergei. It's only fair that you deal with a little of mine.".

>>3821633
>A: Might as well meet them half way and introduce yourself.

>>3821633
>A: Might as well meet them half way and introduce yourself.

>>3822235
Ditto

>>3821606
>A

No point in waiting around. Let's see if you can meet your new friend's associates sooner.

“Come.” You command, motioning for Taslim to follow you once more.

Heading further down the dilapidated alley you soon reach another street, only this one is jammed with traffic.

It's no real obstacle to you or the tiger however, as you're able to walk and weave around the cars moving at a snail's pace.

Though you did your best to not trouble anyone, Taslim... Well, he didn't seem to give a shit.

The muscular jungle cat pounced on hoods and slammed his paws into side windows of several onlookers.

Why? You don't know. Looking back you see him cave in the hood of a rusted taxi, only to stare into the driver's eyes as he screamed in terror at the animal destroying his car.

With a sudden snarl, the tiger bats his heavy paw onto the front windshield and cracks it, only for him to scurry off and catch up with you.

Cats are assholes.

Once you've crossed the other side of the road, things only start to escalate as pedestrians are halted by the pissed off looking predator now standing in their paths.

You hear Taslim start to growl, but you give him a quick tap on the nose to remind him of what'll happen if he misbehaves.

His growling only intensifies, but its not directed at you.

No, Taslim has turned his attention to someone else inside the sandwich shop in front of you.

“Hmm...” You not, squinting to look past the reflected sunlight in the windows and see who it could be, and just as you expected they stick out among the other patrons.

The sandwich shop's interior is legit, just like the one back in New York. It even has a white guy with a greaseball haircut working the register. This place was mob owned, no question about it.

Most people inside were locals, but the 4 wops among them stood out. In fact, the two eating in the middle of the joint were looking at you and Taslim as if they had just found something, but that's all you can make out.

A: Go in an introduce yourselves.

B: Go in by yourself. No pets allowed.

C: Break the glass and let the tiger run wild.

D: Signal them to meet you outside.

>>3823409
>D: Signal them to meet you outside.

>>3823409
D: Signal them to meet you outside.

>>3823409
D: Signal them to meet you outside.

>>3823409
>D: Signal them to meet you outside.

>>3823409
>D

You raise a hand and implore them to meet you outside, walking around to the back of the building with the tiger in tow.

Once again, you find yourself in another alleyway, but this time you won't be alone.

As the back door of the shop opens, you watch as the two you had spotted earlier slowly step in front of you, their features a bit more clear.


One is a black man, dressed in a long dark leather coat and golden chains hung around his neck. He doesn't attempt to hide the nickel plated guns peeking out of his coat either as he squints at you through his shades.

The other is a lanky white guy, almost resembling your brother's build but dressed up in a wine-red suit.
His hair is curly and almost shaped into a pompadour, but maybe it's just frizzy.

“So uh... Yous got our tiger, eh?” He speaks, and his stereotype accent pierces your soul.

“... Your tiger?” You ask, trying to squeeze more info out of them.

“Yeah the fuckin' thing sittin' next ta yous. You uh... You uh dope him up or sumtin'? Cuz we were expectin' one of these gook fucks to ventilate him. Mean prick he is.”

“I think he already knows that, Frankie.” The black gentleman tells him, pointing out the deep scratches on your arm.

“... Holy shit. You fuckin' Ivans.” The one known as Frankie notices.

“Fuckin' bulls all of ya. So... Uh, thank yous for findin' 'im and bringin' 'im to us. If you would please keep him still while my associate here tranqs him we'll get him out of your way, capiche?”

“... This is my tiger. I don't know what you're talking about.” You respond with a shrug.

The black man laughs, his white teeth glowing in contrast to his skin.

“... Muddafucka. See, I figured since you came all dis way that you were a good some-air-or-thin, but I guess you're a greedy fuck like the rest. How much you want for findin' him?” Frankie asks, unamused.

“I didn't come looking for money. Just you two. I want to know why this tiger broke into my house looking for food, and I want to know who owned it last.” You respond, getting straight to the point.

“... Fonz, shoot this cocksucka!” Frankie yells, his face getting red in frustration only for his friend to pat him on the head and simmer him down.

“Nah, it's cool... Man's just curious, ain't that right?” He asks with a grin and a nod.

“That bad motherfucker sittin' next to you? That's gotta fight a gorilla tomorrow night. Big match for our circuit, ya dig?”

>>3823553
You fold your arms and give him a weird look, trying to understand if you heard him right.

“Oh yeah, you heard me right. Now, the REAL owner is some Dubai oil kid, you know the deal. Guy kept him as a pet to show off until it bit off his girl's hand. Like I said, mean motherfucker.” Fonz tells you.

“So he's punishing it by making it fight a gorilla? What the fuck are you talking about?” You ask, becoming more stern with this eccentric man.

“Punish? Naw. He just realize he was showin' him off in the wrong way. That tiger is three wins and zero losses deep in our exotic animal fights.”

Your fists tighten in your pockets.

“... So he is like a boxer? You make these animals fight while others bet?” You ask, just to be really sure about all this.

“Shit man... You ever think about who'd win in a fight between a lion and a pack of wolves? What about wanting to see two bears rip each other apart? You get to find out, and collect some cash. Fuck dog, why don't you put some money on your friend and come with us? It could be in your best interest.”

“I see why he escaped.” You remark, looking down at Taslim and noticing his fur is starting to stick up.

“Brotha he escaped because I made the mistake of outsourcing to these lazy fucks living out here. Dumb fuck didn't secure his chain properly and now he's tiger shit in someone's yard.” Fonz answers with a smile.

“So big man... You wanna start a deal, or do you want to start a problem? Because we're going to be taking that kitty off your hands either way.”

A: Feign an interest, you want to see more of this operation they're running.

B: “Why don't you both fuck each other. The tiger stays with me.”

C: They want to see a grizzly rip something apart? Okay. Show them.

D: “... Who are you both working with? I assume the Italians, but I just want to make sure.”

[Sorry this took so long, power went out. Go ahead and stack those votes!]

>>3823555

Sick our tiger on them. make sure they can't use their guns.

If we can't do that, then maybe ask them if they are italians

>>3823555
>D: “... Who are you both working with? I assume the Italians, but I just want to make sure.”

>>3823555
>B: “Why don't you both fuck each other. The tiger stays with me."

"People fight because they want to. Animals fight cause they have to."

Let's stop an animal fighting ring!

>>3823555
>D: “... Who are you both working with? I assume the Italians, but I just want to make sure.”
We already got involved with a problem with Chang, let's not piss off Balalaika by starting a war not on her terms.

>>3823555
>D: “... Who are you both working with? I assume the Italians, but I just want to make sure.”

>>3823799
Ditto

>>3823555
>D: “... Who are you both working with? I assume the Italians, but I just want to make sure.”

>>3823555
>D: “... Who are you both working with? I assume the Italians, but I just want to make sure.”
They haven't pulled out the guns yet, let's mine their gray matter.

>>3823555
>D

These guys need to eat shit and die, but you can't just go on and potentially start a faction war twice in one month.

“... Who are you both working with? I assume the Italians, but I just want to make sure.”

“Marrone, do I sound like I come wit a fortune cookie? You're fuckin right I'm with the family running this shit.” The skinny ginny answers rudely.


Fonz just shakes his head.

“I work for me, motherfucker. You wanna keep wastin' my time or are we gonna do this shit?”

You sigh, taking your fists out of your pockets.

“Sorry, but I think I'll be a better owner for this guy.” You inform them, getting ready to reach for one of the blades on your back.

“Well my man, I don't see how that's possible seeing how I'm about to blow your small brain out the back of your skull and let that cat lick up the mess.” Fonz responds with a grin, drawing his two shiny guns and clacking the barrels together.

“Stupid Ruskie fuck. Coulda left with some heavy pockets!” Frankie shouts, taking a few steps back.

The tiger stands, as if it can sense the fight brewing in the air. He lets out a soft growl and tenses up.

Hmm... You're curious if you can get the furball to attack one of these guys while you skewer the other.

A: Try to tell him to attack Frankie, you'll focus on Fonz.

B: Order him to attack Fonz, you'll shut the wop up.

C: Don't risk it, just go for the one with his guns already out.

D: Try to draw two knives and hit them both.

>>3825212

B: Order him to attack Fonz, you'll shut the wop up.

>>3825226
Ditto

>>3825212
>B: Order him to attack Fonz, you'll shut the wop up.
Sick 'em.

>>3825212
>A: Try to tell him to attack Frankie, you'll focus on Fonz.

>>3825212
>B: Order him to attack Fonz, you'll shut the wop up.

Make sure the cat mauls both of them in the end to hide our evidence.

>>3825212
>B

“You're not gonna get a chance to draw those guns.” You inform him, planning out your attack.

Instead of quickly drawing it and flinging it, you pull the small blade up slowly and show it off, catching them both off guard as they laugh it off.

“The fuck you gon do with that? Clown ass motherfucker. Now I see why you need the tiger, startin' circuses and shit.” Fonz snickers, getting ready to draw.

Poor choice of last words.

With a flick of your wrist, the knife goes into the throat of his obnoxious Italian friend.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-kYe_5c4EsU

The laughing from his is blocked by a sharp blade, and instinctively he reaches for his throat as blood begins to leak around the wound.

“MOTHERFU--” Fonz yells as he tries to aim his sidearms at you, but he failed to notice the hulking streak of orange darting just under his field of view.

There's a hungry roar and a blood curdling scream, as Taslim's strong jaws crush and tear into his left thigh, taking him to the ground in a visceral display of primal fury.

Frankie's fallen to the ground now, but you catch him trying to reach for something in his blazer and decide to pin his hand to his chest with another inhumanly accurate throw of your blades.

The meet had turned into an orchestra of screams and gurgles, and you made yourself watch the display carnage from your new pet despite how gruesome it was. In all honesty, you're no better, but they died by the time you first plunged your blades into them.

Besides, with what you have planned you're probably going to see a lot of this. Might as well get used to it now.

Fonz first tries to shoot Taslim in his fluffy face, but he couldn't grasp how strong this animal was even with the thing practically biting his leg in half.

Taslim shook the poor bastard around like a dog with a stuffed toy, thrashing his head around and slamming the son of the bitch all around him.

You'd sort of hoped that the caved in head he got from the thrashing would've put him out of his misery before Taslim hand another snack, but when his jaw tore off a chunk of fat and muscle tissue from the obliterated thigh and went for the neck there was still one last scream left in him.

“Jesus.” You comment, getting a cigarette ready while you watched your big kitty go to town on him. The white fur around his face was stained with red, and it started to dawn on you that you'd have to give the big boy baths, and he probably won't like those.

Fuck, hopefully you can keep a few fingers learning how raise him.

A: Stop Taslim's meal short. You should get out of here before whoever's still inside comes to see what the commotion is all about.

B: Stick around and search these two, or at least whats left of them. And if you find a cell phone, keep it. You're getting sick of phone booths.

>>3827336
>A

>>3827336
A: Stop Taslim's meal short. You should get out of here before whoever's still inside comes to see what the commotion is all about.

>>3827336
A: Stop Taslim's meal short. You should get out of here before whoever's still inside comes to see what the commotion is all about.
Grab money, jewellery, and guns.

Everyone steals this stuff in a city like we are in.

>>3827348
Ditto

>>3827440
grab guns at least.

>>3827336
>A: Stop Taslim's meal short. You should get out of here before whoever's still inside comes to see what the commotion is all about.

Get our boy something else to eat other than assholes. Good boys deserve good food.

>>3827440
I'm supporting this. If only because if we can get some extra stuff off their corpses all the better.

>>3827532
Weren't the first hot dogs made of assholes?

>>3827336
>A

“Hey, that's enough. There's better things to eat at home.” You tell him, getting a grip of his tail and gently tugging at it.

Taslim whips around and roars, lunging at you out of his instincts.

You expected this though, and you effortlessly give him a firm backhand in the nose.

He falls and covers his blood soaked mouth his paws, mreowling in discomfort.

“Sorry big guy, but you gotta learn somehow.” You apologize, kneeling down and giving him a few head pats to make him feel better.

Looking over the bodies, you retrieve your knives and the cash in their wallets. It'll go towards raising this big brat.

You also retrieve Fonz's custom handguns. They'd probably go for a pretty penny as well.

“Come on, buddy.” You command him, and reluctantly he leaves his kill behind and follows you home.

**

“... So uh, this is just going to be a regular thing now huh?” Sergei asks, standing in the bathroom doorway while you clean up Taslim.

“He's just a really big pet cat, Sergei. You need to relax, he doesn't even want to eat you anymore.” You tell him, smiling to yourself while smushing the tiger's face with a wash cloth.

“Bro, I don't think they're are litter boxes big enough for the shits he's gonna take, and even then we're probably going to see things he's eaten that will give me nightmares.” Sergei starts to complain.

“Also he's NOT like a pet cat at all. It's like calling a fucking tank a car, man.”

“Hmm.” You acknowledge, getting more attached to the creature as it shakes its head due to the wet fur.

“I don't care. He's staying.”

Sergei puts his face in his hand, sighing.

“This is not what I meant when I told you to go out and get some pussy.”

“No,” You start to respond while scratching him behind the ears.

“This is better.”

“Ugh... So what now? You gonna cut your vacation short and start looking into this exotic animal fighting ring?” Sergei asks.

A: “Just because I'm on a break doesn't mean I'm under house arrest. I think I might go see the old man and get a deal on this guns I took.”

B: “Now... I train him.”

C: “I was going to bring him by Hotel Moscow. If he's going to be with us on the field he should get adjusted to the people he'll be around.”

D: “Well, I have no doubt word'll get around that I have giant monster living with me, so whoever organizes those fights will probably come to me.”

>>3830020
>A: “Just because I'm on a break doesn't mean I'm under house arrest. I think I might go see the old man and get a deal on this guns I took.”
>B: “Now... I train him.”

Get money, and start training. Gotta get this murder machine disciplined. Also, I can't really argue with the idea of having a personal attack tiger being better than sex.

>>3830020

B: “Now... I train him.”

>>3830097
Ditto, this is fucking ridiculous in the best way possible

>>3830020
>B

“Now...” You nod looking at Taslim.

“I train him.”

*A few days later*

[“PIN 'EM DOWN!”]

Taslim bullets towards the target, a hurricane of grass and dirt as his claws rip apart the ground beneath him.

He roars and snaps his jaws around the mannequin's neck, the strength snapping the head completely off.

[“RETRIEVE!”]

The tiger bites down on the gun the was slung over the mannequin, running with the ak47 back towards you.

You take the gun, load it and aim right at him.

[“HIT THE DECK!”]

You begin firing as the tiger plants his stomach against the ground, growling as the loud gunfire rings through its ears and cracks just over his head.

[“EVAC”]

Taslim begins to belly crawl towards another mannequin at a different location, only this one is on its back with red paint covering a splintered apart leg.

He keeps crawling as you shoot over his head, inching closer and closer until you finally empty the magazine.

That's when Taslim gets back up and bounds over to the wounded “soldier,” carefully biting onto its hand and swiftly escorting it out of the combat zone.

His eyes then center on you as it tries to reload, and without command it charges you before you can fire at him again and tackles you to the ground.

His heavy paws crush your chest and rip into the kevlar as saliva from his roaring maw splashes onto your face.
[More to follow]

>>3830320
“... Good boy!” You congratulate him, reaching up and petting around his head.

In an instant, he switches off from “kill mode” to “best friend mode” and softly growls in affection, nuzzling and scraping his tongue across the side of your face.

“Aghhh, shit! Get off me already, fuck...” You order, shoving him as he frees you from the ground.

You reach into your pocket and pull out a dry cube of raw beef, tossing it at the tiger and watching as he catches the treat in his mouth.

“Mikhail, how's the mascot?”

You look behind you as you start to stand, seeing the blond hair and dark shades of Polanski. A small smile is shown under his handlebar mustache as he shakes your hand and watches your tiger eat.

After bringing him by Hotel Moscow, Balalaika was kind enough to offer a part of the property to let you use as a training ground for him, separate from her men's actual one, of course.

It's been handy to have all these resources to work with. Obstacles, targets, weapons... You put him through the worst of what you could think of...

… And then you spoiled him when you got back home afterwards. You can't help it, you love him.

“Wow... He's not even growling at me. Outstanding.” Polanski compliments.

“What brings you here, sir?” You ask, keeping a straight posture.

“You want the good news or the bad news first?” He asks.

A: Good news.

B: Bad news.

C: “Can I opt out for neither?”

D: “If this leads to something Balalaika needs me to do, just brief me on it.”

>>3830326
D: “If this leads to something Balalaika needs me to do, just brief me on it.”

>>3830326
>B: Bad news.
When you first introduced him QM, I thought you were going to do a lame hangover skit. You've gone beyond my expectations. Thank you.

>>3830326
>B: Bad news.

>>3830326
>D: “If this leads to something Balalaika needs me to do, just brief me on it.”

>>3830326
>B: Bad news.
Man with that goofy looking thread pic I didn’t realize this was the Black Lagoon quest. Also I love our new giant pet cat.

>>3830326
>B

“What's the bad news?” You ask.

“Your famous, especially with the mafia.” Polanski says with a small nod.

“You got a lot of hate coming your way, and from what I've heard some of it is stateside.”

You shrug it off.

“I expected it would come to this. Those guys are probably inbred with just how connected they are with each other. What's the good news?”

“Good news is Balalaika is already in the midst of kicking their wop asses around the city, so it won't be like your incident with the triad.” Polanski shows a small grin.

“It won't be inconvenient for her to step in on this, in fact that's why I'm out here...”

Polanski raises his hand to show a folder he had been carrying, and you lean next to him as he shows you the contents.

“So that animal fighting circuit? It's all run by the Italian families, and it's damn good money.”

He flips through some pages of text, skipping to some black and white photos that were taken of what you assume to be the staging area of the fights.

It's scattered shots of guards surrounding caged animals, and you're blown away by what they've been able to get a hold of.

Panthers, cheetahs, several lions, the gorilla you remember hearing about...

“Christ, they're gonna slaughter an entire zoo.” You comment.

“Whatever happened to betting on boxing matches?”

“They kept getting fixed is what. With this though... Animals can't take dives. It's all instinct and the will to survive.” Polanski remarks.

“So... What do you want me to do?” You ask.

“It's not what I want, it's what Captain wants... And she wants to feed your friend here some Italian cuisine. It's already prepared at the butcher's and just waiting for you. You know the place, right?”

Sawyer's little horror show, of course. Wonder what fucked up shit she'll have to say in regards to your tiger.

“Just make sure he says grace before you start dining. He needs to enlighten us with all this.”

“Anything I need to ask in particular?” You double check.

“Just who's who and what's what. Basic crap. Good hunting.” He departs with a small wave and almost a pet for Taslim, but he decides against it as he starts walking.

You take a deep breath.

“Okay...”

Guess it's time to get back to work.

A: Go grab your brother first, he might not want to be left out of this in particular.

B: Just go straight there. No point in wasting time.

[Sorry about the late post! I got dragged into something. I'll do one more after this then we'll get back to it properly tomorrow.]

>>3830758
>A: Go grab your brother first, he might not want to be left out of this in particular.
Bring him along, he'll get to see how well trained our new buddy is

>>3830758
>A

Alright, time to go grab Sergei.

“Come on, Tas.” You beckon him and he perks up immediately, happy to go along with you.

**

“... Fuck.” Sergei says, blowing a heavy breath out of his mouth while his hands find his forehead.

“I can't fucking believe they're tracing the bank heist back here. God damn pizza fucking Sicilian cock suckers.”

“Don't get upset.” You caution him, but he wriggles one of his hands at you dismissing your words.

“Nononono, I'm not upset. I'm just surprised that they found us in this place.”

“Well they haven't exactly found us yet.” You try to ease him, but right as you do so you hear something heavy roll across the floor followed by Taslim crashing into a wall chasing after a pumpkin you got him.

He clamps his heavy paws around it looks up at you two as if nothing's wrong.

“... Yeah I'm sure we blend right in with this retarded asshole hanging around.” Sergei says with a groan.

“Fuck's sake, Sergei. You know, out of all the crazy shit you do I'm still shocked that you're bitching about Taslim. I bet if I hadn't gotten a pet tiger first, you would have. Asshole.” You chew him out, getting an eye roll in return.

“You didn't get a pet tiger. He broke in and tried to eat us both and then you asserted yourself as an alpha tiger or some shit. I watch Animal Planet, fuckface, and he could still decide to eat us in our sleep at any time.” He sharply retorts.

[“Snuggle Sergei.”]

Sergei's angry eyes go wide at your command.

“Don't you da--”

Before he can finish the large cat is knocking him off balance by affectionately rubbing along his legs, a low growl vibrating through his throat.

“Ahh... Fucking... Goddammit.” He yields, reaching down and petting him.

“You should put this shithead in a circus or something.”

“If we're all done pissing and moaning, we got a dinner date to go to. Come, Tas!” You call him away as you already begin heading out the door.

“... Wait. Oh FUCK NO! HE IS NOT GETTING IN THE CAR! MISHKA! MIKHAIL YOU STUPID CUNT THAT'S OVER THE FUCKING LINE!”

[To be continued.]

Fucking brilliant. 10/10 Training Montage and tiger bonding.

>>3830947
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-qK7oVXVRQ


Sergei gripped the wheel with the most sour look on his face you've ever seen, and you couldn't tell if it was from the song you skipped to or the tiger licking the fine leather of the back seat.

“... If he starts eating it-”

“He won't.” You cut him off, checking your hardballer before holstering it once again.

“Why the hell are you giving him pumpkins by the way? Where'd you even get one?” Sergei asks as he starts to drive closer and closer to Sawyer's.

“The market place, and because I can't give him regular toys to chew on. It also works out as a little snack for him when he does crack it open.”

“Huh, guess that makes sense... Just don't let him do it on the couch or some shit, alright? I don't want to clean up pumpkin guts. Or your guts, for that matter.” Sergei nags, pulling into the back lot of the facility.

“Well... Any idea what we should as this guy they're holding?” Sergei asks.

A: “Maybe if they've heard about us before. Just to gauge who he's with.”

B: “Just who he is and who he's working for, the bare minimum essentially.”

C: “Well the last two I met with mentioned a Saudi guy owning him originally, should ask about that. Don't need the kind of war oil can fund.”

D: “I'll let you decide.”

>>3832551
>C: “Well the last two I met with mentioned a Saudi guy owning him originally, should ask about that. Don't need the kind of trouble war oil can fund.”
Fixed it for ya.

>>3832551

D: “I'll let you decide.”

>>3832562
>>3832607
I'll try to find a way to combine these two.

>>3832551
>C
>D

You shrug.

“Well the last two I met with mentioned a Saudi guy owning him originally, should ask about that. Don't need the kind of trouble war oil can fund.”

You look over at him as you get ready to step out.

“But I'll let you decide.”

You let out Taslim and wait for Sergei to exit the car before the three of you start to make your way inside, once again stepping into the familiar horror scene Sawyer the Cleaner thrives in.

“So... You gonna ask freaky bitch out to do the nasty this time?” Sergei snickers, reminding you of a throwaway answer you had given him a week ago.

“Fuck off.” You spit back, walking further ahead with Taslim lagging behind to sniff the dried blood on the floor.

You reach a set of double doors, knocking on them politely before being lead into the slaughter room.

Something heavy hits the floor on the other side, followed by the squeaks of rubber boots streading over a wet surface.

Sawyer answers in her usual attire, peeking out of the door way and shifting her focus on the three of you.

Oddly, she has no reaction to the tiger. She's either been expecting to see it or she's just completely numb to the fear it would bring.

Without a sound, she opens the door wide and gestures with her arm for you both to step inside.

“... Christ, I thought you were called the cleaner?!” Sergei remarks with a mortified grimace.

There's a small flood of blood flowing into the center drain from a room on the opposite end from you.

“A lot of trash today?” You ask her, and she slowly nods.

“Our guy's not in there, right? Because I ain't walking in that shit.” Sergei rejects, signaling Sawyer to point to a doorway on the left of yours.

“Thank fuck.” He grumbles, leading the rest of you over to it.

Peering in, you can tell it's a freezer unit of some king, seeing all the racks of meet hanging from nearly frozen hooks all in a row.

One slab of meat sticks out to you both, however. It looks low quality, dressed in unsanitary garnish and bloody up from whatever hell Sawyer put him through before you came. He's gagged and blindfolded, but not for long.


“Wake up Ginny!” Sergei yells in a hasty trot, roughly pulling both obstructions from his face and frightening the man.

His eyes dart around in a frenzy, trying to figure out where he is as his face scrunches up into a near sob.

He looks down at you both, choking up a question.

“Which... Which one of you pricks is Sergei?”

A: “He is.”

B: “I am.”

C: “Neither of us are, dipshit. Who tricked you into looking for them?

>>3832880
>A: “He is.”
"What did you do THIS time Sergei? Cause a man bound up in a slaughterhouse asking about you isn't normal."

>>3832880
C: “Neither of us are, dipshit. Who tricked you into looking for them?

>>3832924
Ditto, ain’t like he’s gonna live through this and it’s better to have whatever message he’s probably carrying than not

>>3832880
>A

You look at Sergei, giving him a half frown as you point at him.

“He is.”

“Y-YOU'RE FUCKED!” The pathetic captive suddenly grows bold, shaking his cuffs as he hangs from the hook.

“Yeah?” Sergei asks with a big grin. Nothing pulls him out of a bad mood like putting someone else in a worse one.


“THE SALIERIS KNOW YOU PUSSIES ARE HIDING HERE! YOU THINK YOU CAN FUCK WITH OUR MONEY?! OUR BUSINESSES! IF I WASN'T FUCKED OVER BY A COUPLE--”

“Wait hold on. Who are you again?” Sergei asks with a snicker.

“YOUFUH-AAAAHHH!!! AHHH!!!”

The nameless tough guy has all the courage that was in him trickle down his leg as the tiger starts to walk towards him, the large predator growling lowly as it starts to circle the hanging morsel.

“Oh, right. Can you use your inside voice please? That cat's a little sensitive to it and you sound exactly like a wounded animal.” Sergei continues with his rage inducing grin.

He whimpers as he tries to pull up his legs and keep them far away from the tiger.

“Motherfucka! That's the fuckin' tiger ain't it?!” He shouts.

“The tiger?” You step up, wanting clarification.

“You fuckin' stole it from Frank and that Spook!” He rudely clarifies as he shakes around.

“And now we got some fuckin' Egyptian fuckin' with our boss wanting us to get it back!”

“Aw, and he's juuuust out of your reach. Tough shit, eh?” Sergei chuckles.

“Well, guess we get this interview started.” Sergei, looking back at you.


A: “Who else followed you here? I'm sure you're not the only fucking idiot.”

B: “And is the previous owner helping you out with your struggle to get my cat?”

C: “How about we skip the bullshit and you tell us where those fucked up fighting rings are being hosted.”

D: “Who were you to Sallieri? Capo? Something like that?”
E: “Who's your contact on the island? I want a name.”

>>3833247
>E: “Who's your contact on the island? I want a name.”

>>3833247
S. for all the options on him.

>>3833247
E: “Who's your contact on the island? I want a name.”

>>3833247
>E: “Who's your contact on the island? I want a name.”

>>3833247
>E: “Who's your contact on the island? I want a name.”

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>E

“Who's your contact on the island? I want a name.”

To your surprise, he chokes out a a nervous laugh.

“Y-You're fuckin' joking right? Verrocchio, who else?”

“... Who?” Sergei asks, the two of you sharing a confused look.

“He's the head of the Italian mob.”

Sergei nearly jumps out of his skin while you do a sharp turn back in surprise, seeing Sawyer take off her medical mask and speak through the device pressed to her throat.


“Ironic, considering that he was sent here to get cleaned by his own boss, but now the Russians will eat him alive instead. Ha. Ha. Ha.”


“... Yes. Well, we can't go for the don by ourselves, so let's settle for... The fucks running your zoo death matches.” Sergei quickly speaks, trying to escape the creepy aura Sawyer is transmitting.

“Look man I... I tell ya and you let me out of here, right? If I'm getting whacked, fuck it! But I ain't choosin' between this bitch and the tiger!” He shouts, trying to throw himself off the hook figuratively and literally.

“... Sure, we'll decide your fate as long as you give us a location.” You answer.

“Fuck... Fuck it! Okay! I-I don't know where it all really goes down, but I know where people pay to find out. There's this gambling den around Lagoon Company's block, for real heavy shit like Russian roulette! Ask the owner and he'll hook you up! There, now cut me loose!” He begs, tears and snot falling off his face.

You shake your head.

[“Kill.”] You order, Taslim's growling starting to grow louder.

“W-WHAT THE FUCK! WAIT I T-T-T--”

“He told you he would decide your fate, retard. Read between the lines next time... Oh wait!” Sergei finishes with a cackle, but it's cut short as he's brought to a halt by the screams of pure agony followed by the stomach churning sounds of flesh being ripped apart.

“I''m... The car...” He tries to tell you, but he's already fast out the door.

You sigh, jealous that he doesn't have to stick around and make sure the big baby doesn't get too overzealous with the eating.

“Your tiger is cute.” Sawyer's voice abruptly comments.

“Oh, yeah I guess...” You answer worriedly. Not that Taslim couldn't be an adorable house cat, but at the moment...?

Suddenly your heart nearly springs from its chest as Sawyer lifts her saw and revs it in your face for a moment, showing wide smile.

“If you want, I can cut him into smaller pieces so he can eat him better.” She offers, too enthusiastically for your comfort.

[To be continued soon]

>>3833666
Sawyer a cute and she likes our kitty. We should ask her out some time.

>>3835901
Gotta make sure they get along and trust each other first.

If they come to blows, we'd have to choose....
whichever is the biggest pussycat

>>3835901
It feels like she would be more compatible with Sergei than us.

>>3836778
Sergei always freaks out and screams like little American school girl.

>>3836789
But he's also VERY enthusiastic when it comes to torture and interrogation.

>>3833666
“... Aww.”

“What?” You ask, looking over at Sergei to see him smiling as he looks back into the rear view mirror.

“He's taking a little sleepy after eating that guy.” Sergei snickers at the napping tiger in the back seat.

“Even I gotta admit that's cute.”

“You know, I don't think Sawyer is the right girl for me. You two seem like you'd really hit it off more...”

“Ech, fuck that. I'm not letting shit tie down this dick.” Sergei rejects, his face getting sour again.

“Like maybe I'd bone the cleaner whores in this town, but the crazy bitches we've been dealing with? Pff, I'd bet my dick would end up in the garbage disposal before their snatch.”

“... Let's not talk about this ever again.” You settle, just as the car's wheels screech to a halt in front of where this den supposedly is.

“I think we should leave our cat in the car this time, yeah? Who knows how many people are in there, it could turn into a bloodbath.” Sergei suggests.

You look back at the sleeping animal, then shake your head.

“No, you aren't supposed to let pets stay in hot cars.” You tell him.

“That's just dogs, man. They're weak shits compared to zoo animals like him.”

“No, that's all pets. They can die from the heat”

Sergei rolls his eyes.

“Look, I'll leave the engine on and roll a window down so he can stay cool, alright? It's not like someone's gonna steal a car with him in the back.” He tries to reason.

You look back at your sleeping friend, showing a half frown.

A: “No, he's coming with.”

B: “Fine... Let's be quick, then.”

C: “Look, you stay here and keep an eye on him. I'll check things out.”

D: “Sergei, why don't you just go in there, yeah? Talk to your kind of people, gather what you can, and get out. I'll stay here and watch Tas.”

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>>3837053
B: “Fine... Let's be quick, then.”
At this point, we need some cameo appearances of some of these guys

>>3837053
>B: “Fine... Let's be quick, then.”
>>3837077
Please no

>>3837107
We can kill them all if it'll make you happy.
Have to hate those patriarchal rape movies full of toxic masculinity!

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>>3837151
>brings a dead and overused joke back
>muh toxic masculinity

>>3837053
>B: “Fine... Let's be quick, then.”

>>3837053
>A: “No, he's coming with.”
>The alternative is angry hot tiger wrecking the car if we leave him in too long sergei. do you want that?

>>3837053
>A: “No, he's coming with.”
"i'm pretty sure someone in this town would be crazy enough to steal a car with a tiger in it. And knowing my luck they'd be right around the corner of where we park."

>>3837053
>A: “No, he's coming with.”
I have a slight suspicion that leaving the tiger behind will result in even more problems

We should get Taslim some catnip.
It'll be hilarious.

>>3837661
Get him a box, big cats love boxes too
https://youtu.be/J11uu8L8FTY

>>3837053
>B

You need to relax. Sergei's right, no one would try anything with a 700 pound creature of death in the back seat.

“Fine... Let's be quick, then.”

“Of course. Don't want him getting bored and eating the seats either...” Sergei agrees, turning the air conditioning up as you both step out.

“So, gambling den's always been kind of a vague term... What do you think's gonna be in there?”

You shrug.

“Unsanctioned fighting, five finger fillet, and Russian Roulette was mentioned by the wop... Who knows?”

“You can have the last one. No way am I stabbing myself.” Sergei scoffs, knocking on the door leading inside.

The weathered wooden door gives off... Curious sounds. There's metallic clanks as some mechanisms turn before the door finally creaks open, revealing that the interior half of the door looks like it belongs on a bank vault.

The man who answers looks like a hippie, with long red hair going past his shoulders and a stained mustache growing just under a pair of thick glasses.

“Heyyy...” He drawls, looking you both in the eyes with a squint.

“Uhm, who're you with? Don't look like players.”

“Correct. We're with Hotel Moscow.” You answer calmly, trying to see inside, but it's far too dark inside from where you're standing.

“Heard you could tell us about watching a bunch of elephants and shit kill each other for our amusement.” Sergei adds with a grin.

“Oh man, I actually can't. Sorry, but that thing is run by the mafia dudes, and they got some serious hate for you guys, man.” He answers, looking back into the building for a moment.

“I don't think I can help you man. We're still trying to get one of these pussies to get in on this game.”

“Fuck, I'll play.” Sergei answers with his arms open.

“Uhh... It's Russian roulette on Wednesdays, and this might be the weed talking but I don't think nationality has an advantage here.”

“Oh yeah? This shit is piss easy for guys like me. Hey, if I win, tell me about those crazy ass animal fights yeah?”
The stoner manager blinks.

“Uh, okay.”

“Sergei what the fuck?!” You snap, grabbing his shoulder in a tight grip.

“No way you're putting a gun to your own head! Just help me beat the info out of him!”

“Pfff, nah he's cool, no reason to go in on him.” He dissuades you with a relaxed smile.

“... WHAT?!” You shout at him in disbelief.

“Just let me do my thing. Trust me, I got this...” He urges.

A: “Fuck no! Stand back.”

B: “... You sure about this?”

C: Slap some sense into him. Literally.

D: Give up. You can tell Sergei already has an idea in his head, and there's no way you can get it out.

>>3840700
B: “... You sure about this?”
If you fuck up and die, we will beat your corpse to death before burying you under a all catholic boys prep school so for the rest of your undead eternity, you will listen to the most boring shit possible, you'd wish you could die a 5th time!

>>3840700
>B: “... You sure about this?”
If he dies, he dies. Sergei....

>>3840700
>B: “... You sure about this?”
If you die, we're letting Tas eat the car.

>>3840700
>E:"I'm getting the tiger. If you don't tell my brother what we want to know by the time I get back, I'll be showing you the tricks I taught him."

Have Taslim snuggle and lick the hippie until he gives in. Tiger based interrogation technique go!

>>3840700
>D: Give up. You can tell Sergei already has an idea in his head, and there's no way you can get it out.

>>3840808
>letting Tas near the hippie
No, bad anon. He might become a pacifist or some shit being near him.

>>3840967
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BYhF79vIlws
That's about as likely as Tas turning into a vegetarian. More likely to eat him.

>B

You're worried, scared shitless even. He can't be serious about doing this, right?!

“Sergei, this isn't a--”


“YO! WE JERKING OFF HERE OR WHAT?!” He abruptly yells, sauntering into the building.

You're quick to follow him in, your eyes adjusting to the dim light hovering over a huddled crowd surrounding what you can assume to be a table.

There's mutterings in various languages, but the ones you can understand are all asking who the fuck is yelling as Sergei pushes his way through them.

“Woo! This thing's seen some action!” Sergei loudly remarks, and as you join the rest of the spectators in surrounding the table you can see what warranted it.

The table is a dark oak color, but even then you can see the stains that have tarnished the material on opposite ends, and the the disturbing thought that your brother might add to it right in front of you.

Sergei sits down on the opposite end of a sweating Vietnamese man, his behavior clearly psyching him out as he excitedly drums his hands on the table.

“Woah, first time I've seen someone excited...” The owner drowsily remarks as he stands by you for a moment.

“Like, is your brother a pro at this? I mean, it doesn't seem like that's possible with how the game works but liiike--”

“Hey! Shut the fuck up and bring that gun over here!” Sergei shouts into the crowd, giving one last pound of his fist on the table.

“Wow, rude...” He responds, stepping into the light and drawing the gun.

He holds it up along with a bullet in his other hand, the sight of them both causing the crowd to sudden burst with life and cheer at their reveal.

He puts the bullet in, spins the barrel, and slides it to the Vietnamese man first.

“Good luck, Charlie.” Sergei snickers, leaning back as his opponent puts the barrel to his damp head and stares daggers into your brother.

Money is already being passed around as bets are made, and with a solemn shutting of his eyes he squeezes the trigger with a relieving click filling the air.

“Fuck...” You worry aloud, watching the gun slide to your brother next.

Before you can even have a moment to dread the situation, Sergei puts the gun to his head and pulls the trigger in a relaxed but brisk manner, already sliding the gun back before you can even begin to process what happened.

The crowd gets quieter in response as well, all while Sergei sits there looking smug. Is he just not aware of what's at stake here?!

A: Okay, that's enough. You need to put a stop to this before your idiot brother kills himself.

B: What...? What is Sergei doing? Does he actually have a plan for all this? Maybe you should just trust him...

>>3844120
>B: What...? What is Sergei doing? Does he actually have a plan for all this? Maybe you should just trust him...

>>3844120
>B: What...? What is Sergei doing? Does he actually have a plan for all this? Maybe you should just trust him...

>>3844120
B: What...? What is Sergei doing? Does he actually have a plan for all this? Maybe you should just trust him...

>He puts the bullet in, spins the barrel
HIS bullet. Hes got this.

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>>3844134
I just realized I typed that he spun the barrel and not the cylinder

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>>3844139
He just happened to have the right bullet size too.
Oh well, I thought they where playing with a Gatling gun or something.

>>3844120
>B

You take a deep breath. Maybe... Maybe Sergei did something to the gun? There has to be something...

Sergei's opponent looks about as shook up as you are. His hand is shaking now, whatever confidence he could've scraped together for something like this is long gone.

After some heavy breathing sweat droplets, he pulls the trigger with a yelp only to be met by another click.

He practically throws the gun back at Sergei, terrified of it.

Sergei's response is to put it to his head and pull the trigger like it was nothing once more, handing it back.

There's a big roar of excitement, no one can believe the complete disregard Sergei is showing for his own life while looking so smug about it.

You and his opponent are probably sharing the same shade of ghostly white flashing across your skin, feeling completely drained by the turn of the events.

Just as the poor Vietnamese man somehow finds the will to put the gun back to his head, your brother mimics the action by making a gun out of his fingers.

His eyes go wide wile your brother just grins devilishly at the poor player, and when the trigger is pulled you know why.

The gun goes off, and spray of blood exits out the opposite side of his skull while more pour from his nose and mouth like a faucet, his head hitting the table with a loud thud as it adds to the collection of stains from previous losers.

Sergei rises, spreading his arms open in a demand for applause, and he certainly gets a mix of cheers and curses.

You're just... Stuck. You don't understand what he did, how he did it, what even happened, and why... You... You need some water.

**

“Hey! There you are. So, how crazy was that shit, eh?!”

There's a hard smack on your back as your brother takes a seat next to you at the den's bar.

He's in high spirits, as if he he wasn't on the precipice of ending his own life moments ago.

You left your head up from the counter, looking sick with worry as he continues to talk.

“So I got the address from that guy. Real cool dude by the way, even offered to smoke pot with me later... Mishka, you alright?”

A: “Just... Just tell me where it is so we can go.

B: “... What the fuck were you thinking back there? Are you that hellbent on making me miserable?”

C: “Sergei... How the hell did you do that?”

D: Don't speak, just take a long sip of your drink.

>>3844351
>D.

>>3844351
>C: “Sergei... How the hell did you do that?”

>>3844351
D: Don't speak, just take a long sip of your drink.

>>3844351
>B: “... What the fuck were you thinking back there? Are you that hellbent on making me miserable?”

>>3844351
>E: "Promise me you'll never do that again."

>>3844351
>D

You glance at him once, then quickly return your attention to your drink.

It's just a long stream going down your throat until it's completely empty, and with that you can try to pretend that none of this happened.

“Just... Help me plan out what we should do next.” You tell him, rubbing your aching temples.


“Well... Fuck it, might as well spectate it, get a feel for the place yeah?” Sergei asks.

“No, you're not allowed to get a feel for any place ever again.” You groan, making him chortle.

“Come on, I'm not stupid enough to try and get into a cage with the fighting beasts. I'm just saying we mingle, figure out who's running shit then BANG!”

You wince.

“Mission accomplished.” Sergei finishes.

“I don't think two Russian guys mingling at a place run by the mob would work out so good.” You advise him, but he just waves your concerns away.

“Bahh, we'll just say we're from Poland or Ukraine, those pricks don't know anything about the rest of Europe.”

“Wishful thinking...” You remark.

“Alright smart ass, what SHOULD we do then?!” Sergei asks with an arched brow.

A: “Nothing. We give Balalaika the location and go from there.”

B: “Be quiet, for one. If we can kill whoevers running it, the rest of it will fall apart.”

C: “... Free the animals. We free the animals inside the place and let them figure it out.”

D: “... Fuck it, your ideas have been going great so far.”

>>3844617
>A: “Nothing. We give Balalaika the location and go from there.”

>>3844617
>A: “Nothing. We give Balalaika the location and go from there.”

>>3844617
>A: “Nothing. We give Balalaika the location and go from there.”
This is actually fairly reasonable. She was understanding last time we went in all gung-ho but we can't expect her to forgive us all the time.

>>3844617
>A: “Nothing. We give Balalaika the location and go from there.”
"Maybe you can convince her of your plan to go undercover as a polock."

>>3845233
What about Georgian?

Can he even speak Polanski?

>>3844617
>A

You shake your head.

“Nothing. We give Balalaika the location and go from there.”

“Hah, seriously? No action for us?” Sergei asks in slight disbelief.

“I didn't say that. We just might not have to be the first ones in.” You clarify, standing.

“Let's go.”


**

Returned to Hotel Moscow, you didn't expect to find Balalaika in the state she was in...

In a separate office room... Watching porn.


She looked absolutely miserable.

“Please tell me you have some good news... Lagoon Company stopped by almost an hour ago to tell me about a shipment arriving late and I'm still not even halfway done sifting through this trash...” She painfully questions.

It's incredibly hard to stay focused with the sounds of hardcore sexual acts blaring from the screen, especially for Sergei.

“We, uhm... Have a location of that thing.” Is what you can manage to push past your lips first, handing her the scrap of papers with the details scribbled on it. You try to keep your gaze averted as you do so.

“... There's no way that's real.” Is all Sergei can mutter.

“It sure is...” She grumbles, looking at the paper.


“... Oh, that explains it. It's quite literally an underground fighting ring.”

“Where is it? An abandoned mine?” You ask, genuinely curious.

“No, not that out of the way thankfully... There's a large laundromat located just outside the city, and beneath one of the machines is a hidden passage leading down into a laboratory.” She explains.

“It's a mystery as to what it was used for, but seeing how there's an observation deck surrounding the work floor I doubt it was for anything good. Now it's being used as an impromptu ring for unsanctioned fights... It seems they've grown tired of rookie fighters throwing punches.”

“So... What's the plan?” You ask.

“Well, it's something I can't offer much assistance with. I actually have a meeting tonight with the other heads over some stolen product, and if I were to skip out, well... You know how that'd look.”

She turns, looking over her chair at you both.

“Though if you insist on having back up I'm sure you can find Menkov or someone to tag along. Just be careful with your shots if you plan on crashing the party... There's always handling things yourself, though. Posing as spectators might be an easier way to quietly shut things down.”

A: Squad up.

B: Go incognito.

>>3846030
>B: Go incognito.
WE just wanted your blessing. What's with the porn boss lady?

>>3846048
Support,
Mika says the first part.
Sergi says the second.

>>3846030
C>Go as a guy wanting to enter his tiger into the fights, then when we're in the area the animals are in start a two pronged attack, with us and Taslim flanked by Sergei and Menkov at the front.

>>3846030
>A: Squad up.
Loud and proud.

>>3846030
How much ya wanna bet Sergei will volunteer to take over the porn editing?

>B: Go incognito.

>>3846030
>B: Go incognito.

>B

“A subtle approach might be best, at least to start with.” You propose, looking to Sergei.

“... Is she going to shit?” He asks, still distracted by the screen until you give him a hard flick on the nose.

“FUCK!” He cries in pain, holding his face while Balalaika lets out a long sigh.

“I think it's best if you boys go on ahead, neither of you need to see this...”


**

It's around midnight now, and you've staked out this isolated facility for a few minutes now. There's several open loading areas for where tons of sheets and clothes would normally be delivered, but now are only used as parking spots for what you can assume are spectators.

This place was hidden in plain sight, just out of the way enough to seem inconspicuous until you saw car after car show up and you got the feeling that all these guys in expensive suits showing up weren't there to pick up their dry cleaning.

“Fuck me, just how big is their secret club down there?” Sergei comments, and Taslim's fussy growls from the back of the car almost feel like an answer.

“Big enough for us to blend in, hopefully with the tiger if possible.” You start to plan out, adjusting your own suit to try and look “neater.”


“I think there's another way down into it though. Whatever secret passage you can hide in there can't be big enough for shit like gorillas.”

“Shit man, if we can find that maybe we can try to let all those endangered prize fighters run wild. They'd do the work for us!” Sergei excitedly plans out as a grin spreads across his face.

“That doesn't ensure our HVTs die in the process. It could ruin their business if their animals start turning the place into a buffet, but I prefer 100% certainty that it falls apart.” You add, looking in the rear view mirror at your 700 pound cat.

“Who are those again? The Pinocchio guy and...?” Sergei asks.

“Verocchio, and we're not going after him if he's there. We'll make sure he receives a message, but we really need to keep an eye out for the Saudi if he's there and take care of him as well.” You answer, earning a chuckle in response.

“Really want to make sure that cat stays yours, eh? Alright, how do you want to do this?” Sergei questions, listening intently.

A: “We go in, each of us focus on a target, execute. But be don't be loud about it...”
B: “Raise hell. It's time we let those animals have a go at their masters.”

C: “We enter Taslim, see if it can get us close to the guys we're looking for by bringing him along.”

D: “You stay here with Tas. If you hear any gun shots, let him loose into the place. I'm going to make this extra quiet while you wait here.”

>>3849374
>D: “You stay here with Tas. If you hear any gun shots, let him loose into the place. I'm going to make this extra quiet while you wait here.”

>>3849374
E. WE set bombs, trackers and explosives on all the cars. I enter Taslim to the show, while you sneak around freeing the animals. Then get back to me and we gun down the people escaping after we set fire to the place.

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>>3849403
What bombs? You don't have any.

Aren't setting bombs and trackers redundant?

Also why would you put trackers on cares you're going to blow up?

>>3849602
In case they get away at terminal velocities duh!

Want to wreck all their fancy cars.

>>3849374
>A: “We go in, each of us focus on a target, execute. But be don't be loud about it...”

>>3849374
>A: “We go in, each of us focus on a target, execute. But be don't be loud about it...”
Now I want a Hitman title with co-op...

>>3849374
>A: “We go in, each of us focus on a target, execute. But be don't be loud about it...”
>>3849664
Sergei would be the dude always wearing the clown outfit.

>A

You do a slight nod with your head as you explain the plan.

“We go in, each of us focus on a target, execute. But be don't be loud about it...”

“Huh. And the targets are the underboss and anyone wearing a towel on their head? Because that's what it feels like.” Sergei mocks as he unbuckles his seatbelt, but before he gets out of the car he brings his gaze back to the third passenger.

“... What about your house cat?” He asks, Taslim doing another loud growl as his tongue darts over his lips for a moment.

“He'll be with me. Hopefully someone recognizes him and I can get to work from there.” You answer, reaching back and ruffling the fur atop his head.

“Making you and your best friend bait? Shit, and I hear I thought the cold blooded commando in you was going away. What if you just get shot on sight for having him near you?” Sergei asks as you both exit the vehicle.

“Please, if anything I'll fit in with the rest of the extravagant slime in the fucking place. These are the people who make the exotic animals fight for their own financial gain and amusement, it's not entirely out of the question one would have a pet just to show off.

“If you say so. Happy hunting, bro.” Sergei departs with a glint of light in his grin, walking ahead of you towards the establishment.

You open the backdoor for Taslim and show a small smile as the tiger perks his head up in a small sign of excitement to get out of the car finally, the massive predator eagerly climbing out and giving an exaggerated stretch.

**

“What... The fuck?” The first of two guards ask, both of them looking like walking sentient piles of bricks as their thick skulls try to process what their eyes are seeing.

From your perspective, however, the two massive guards protecting an industrial washing machine looks more ludicrous than you and your tiger.

“Hey, uh, if you're entering that thing in you gotta take it around back.” The dark skinned guard on the right informs you, pointing a thumb into the dark forest of machines lurking behind the one they watch over.

“He's not a contestant, yet.” You answer, looking down at Taslim sitting and looking as obedient as possible.

“He's accompanying me as a guest, and I assure you he's well trained.”

“Pff, fuck that. You know how many people get killed by their own wild animals when they decide to make 'em house pets? Heard about this one guy who had a Kangaroo... Motherfucker got his nuts clawed off.” The other guard chimes in.

“Yo, you fuckin' serious? I thought 'roos just kick and box.” The other looks over in disbelief.

“Nah man, their feet got sharp nails and they go for groins. Actually read about that shit after I heard it, it was that fucked up.” He answers, looking over at you and the tiger.

“So no fuckin' way am I letting that tiger down there with everyone else, ya hear?”

Looks like you'll have to convince them...
[Votes in next post]

>>3853357

A: Make Taslim do some tricks, show what a good listener he is... Hopefully.

B: See if you can pay your way through. You should have some cash on hand...

C: Give them the night off. Plug their throats and hide the bodies before anyone else arrives, then figure out how to gain access to the fighting ring.

>>3853371
>A: Make Taslim do some tricks, show what a good listener he is... Hopefully.

>>3853371
>A: Make Taslim do some tricks, show what a good listener he is... Hopefully.

>>3853371
B: See if you can pay your way through. You should have some cash on hand...

>>3853371
>A: Make Taslim do some tricks, show what a good listener he is... Hopefully.

>>3853371
>A: Make Taslim do some tricks, show what a good listener he is... Hopefully.

>["Taslim, give them The Eyes."]
>Taslim gives the guards the biggest kitty eyes they ever seen while poking his tongue out a bit.

>>3853371
>A: Make Taslim do some tricks, show what a good listener he is... Hopefully.

Trust in the cat, we trained him.

>>3853371
A: Make Taslim do some tricks, show what a good listener he is... Hopefully.

B: See if you can pay your way through. You should have some cash on hand...

Both with some grease really helps move things along

>>3853357
>A

“Watch closely.” You instruct them, looking to Taslim standing by your side.

“Speak.” You order.

The tiger does a quick huff.

“Stand.”

Taslim gets on his hind legs, towering over you.

“Give me a kiss.”

Still standing, he turns his giant head towards you and scrapes his tongue across your cheek.

“Lay down.”

Taslim does another huff, then gets down on his stomach.


“Well fuck me, that's a circus tiger or some shit.” The guard looks at him with bewilderment.

“... Fuck it, it's hard enough to get a pooch to do shit like that. Look, if anyone gives you a hard time just make him do that shit again. I trust you, but I ain't about to lose my head over it, ya hear?” His partner adds.

“I hear.” You answer with a nod, and with that one of the guards steps around the side of the machine and yanks something obscured by the industrial behemoth.

Seconds later, the machine starts to slowly slide backward and reveal a hidden stair well lit by green bulbs on either side of the wall.

“Enjoy your time at the Rose Garden, sir.” The guard wishes, stepping aside and allowing you and your beast to prowl down the stairs.


“... I'll give you a treat after we finish things here. Don't get mad.” You mumble to the cat, as if it could understand you. In fact, you almost want to believe the idle growl is a response to your promise.

It's a bit of a journey down, but you do reach the door leading to this elusive club in the emerald chasm.

The door is very plain, but you can hear the extravagance lying on the other side bleed through the passage through notes on a harp. A fucking harp.

A disgusted grunt escapes the cage of your gritted teeth, and with an outstretched hand you open the door to meet it all head on.

[To be continued in Part 2 of this episode.]

That's it for this thread. Sorry things became Snail Lagoon but everything sucks at the moment.

Hopefully I can get out of this funk next thread, so keep an eye out for when that'll happen.

Thanks for bearing with me. Speak now or forever be left out of the archive.

>>3858482
Thanks for running Mach. See you in either this life or the next.

>>3858482
Benis.

>>3858482
The post times suck but the writing is too good to pass up
Keep up the good work

>>3858482
Will Balalaika dress up in a furry tiger suit to have freaky diaper sex with our car?