“Mishkaaah...”

Something calls you to you faintly in the comfortable darkness, but you ignore it.

“Come onnnnnn... Mishkaaaah...”

No, go away. You're in such a good place right now.

“MIKHAIL WAKE UP!”

There's a hard impact on your calf, and you quickly jolt your body upward.

You're confused, finding yourself still fully clothed and sitting up in a clean bed you don't remember climbing into.

… Well, not at first, but Sergei is quick to fill in the blanks.

“There we go! Big bastard, always quick to lecture me until someone hands you a bottle...” Sergei comments on you, his hands firmly planted on his hips.

“You know, just because you can go through two and a half bottles doesn't mean you should. I had to cut myself off because of how lost in the sauce you were.”

“... Guhm.” Is the first thing out of your mouth, an incoherent blurb as you get a grip on your surroundings.

Standing at your bedside is your brother, dressed in a nice violet leisure suit that you don't remember seeing him in last night. Behind him is a bottle of the cursed drink he had mentioned spilled onto a already dirty wooden floor. In the grayed walls of the room is nothing other than you two and the bed, and that's when the pieces start coming together.

“Oh no... Don't tell me that I was--”

“Drunk when Balalaika's guy came to pick us up? Yes, you were. Ah well, you didn't puke on anything that I can see at least...” Sergei remarks, picking up a folded pair of clothes and tossing them at you.

“Come on, we gotta go.”

You look at what was thrown at you, and find yourself pleasantly surprised by the fine tailored blue fabrics of a blazer along with the pleated pants to match it.

A: “When did we get these...?”

B: “Where are we going, exactly?”

C: “Please tell me I didn't do anything stupid last night...”

D: “Wait... Is the money here?!”

>>3674191
>D: “Wait... Is the money here?!”

Glad you're back.

>>3674191
>C: “Please tell me I didn't do anything stupid last night...”

>>3674191
>B: “Where are we going, exactly?”

>>3674200
Ditto

>>3674191
E. Wait... Who dressed me?

>>3674191
>D: “Wait... Is the money here?!”
Important business first

>>3674191
>B
>C
>D

“Please tell me I didn't do anything stupid last night...” You plead, but Sergei just scoffs.

“Not really, but you kept falling over. The Polansky guy they sent wasn't to thrilled.”

You groan, throwing your legs over the other side of the bed and standing up.

“Where are we going exactly?” You ask, fumbling with your clothes.

“Balalaika's HQ or something. She called and said she has something for us. Wait until you see what we're gonna be driving man...”

Sergei sounds excited, starting to leave your room before a shocking realization hits you.

“Wait... Is the money here?!” You ask, sounding more panicked than you wanted to.

He turns around rolling his eyes.

“Yes! We got a big ass safe in my room! Would you please get your fucking clothes on so I can drive us out of here!”

He violently shakes his head and storms out of the room. What the hell is he so worked up about...?

**

“... It's just a black car.” You comment, not seeing why Sergei was pestering you so much to come out and see it.

“Just a black car? Are you retarded? That's a 1978 Ford Thunderbird! Fucking sex on four wheels! They left it here for us! For me!” Your brother rants, throwing open the driver's side door.

“You know I don't care about these things...” You grumble in response, calmly walking around and getting in the passenger's side.

Sergei lets out a soft cackle, rubbing his hands together quickly before starting the engine.

There's an impressive roar from it as the engine kicks on, but it's drowned out by Sergei turning on the car's stereo.

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

“Fuck yeah bro, this car's got everything. If you had some taste, you could see AND hear that.”

You just glare out the window as he pulls away from the curb, departing from your apartment trapped among dingy stores and street vendors.

“What street is this? Do you even know where anything is?” You ask. Sergei is as good at driving as he shooting, but you have your doubts in a place like this.

“Yaka-something. It's all gook shit.” He talks around a cigarette stuck in his teeth, flicking his lighter open.

“Well we need to figure out which shops here won't rip us off when we need food and water.” You respond sternly, taking your eyes off the window and looking at him.

“Uh huh. Hey, when are we supposed to see about Revy and those guns she owes us? I almost got a knife in my skull for those.”

A: “Another time. We should focus on being in Balalaika's graces for now.”

B: “We'll have to look for her, but I guess we can cash in that favor after the meeting.”

>>3674330
>A: “Another time. We should focus on being in Balalaika's graces for now.”

>>3674330
>A: “Another time. We should focus on being in Balalaika's graces for now.”

>>3674330

A: “Another time. We should focus on being in Balalaika's graces for now.”

>>3674330

A: “Another time. We should focus on being in Balalaika's graces for now.”

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>>3674330
>A

You shake your head.

“Another time. We should focus on being in Balalaika's graces for now.”

Sergei shrugs.

“Whatever you say, Grizzly of Grozny.” He says, the latter of his response being told in a mocking tone.

Your eyes are brought back to the window, watching the Roanapur's back drop of shady businesses pass by.

**

“Ahh, so it's a literal hotel...” Sergei comments as you're let through the iron gate by two armed guards, pulling into the home of the Russian mob in this city. Since arriving here, it's probably the nicest looking thing you've seen on the island. Four floors of rooms from the looks of it, and the exterior even seems to have some landscaping done. If you had to station a platoon of ex Spetsnaz here, this place is more than big enough.

As you pull up to the front, a man around your size with a scar going down his face waits for you. He shows a stoic frown, stepping aside and allowing you some space as you open your door to exit the vehicle.

“Gentlemen.” He addresses, holding a arm out to you.

“My name is Boris, and I'd like to welcome you to Hotel Moscow.”

You silently nod, taking his hand and shaking it.

“Nice to meet ya scarface. They didn't get a big guy like you to be a valet, did they?” Sergei remarks with a sly grin.

Boris doesn't react.

“Afraid not. There's no need to concern yourself with parking as I've been told this visit will be brief. Follow me.”

Boris starts to lead you into the hotel's doors, but you shoot Sergei a look of disapproval before walking behind him.

The interior lobby is ghostly silent, but well kept. You wonder if any actual traveling guests come here or if Balalaika keeps her men on a strict cleaning regiment.

You're quickly lead behind the check-in desk and to a back office door, where Boris is quick to politely open the door for you both.

“They've arrived, Captain.”

“Thank you Sergeant, give us the room if you don't mind.” You hear Balalaika's silky but commanding voice respond tom him, and the two of you make your way inside as the door shuts behind you.

She's sat at her desk, reclining in a leather office chair as cigar smoke billows out of her mouth. She gives you both a kind smile and gestures to two empty chairs in front of her.

“Take a seat boys, I hope your day has been treating you well so far.” She urges with a kind smile.

“Yes! Thank you so much for the car Miss Balalaika. I am happy to be of service to such a wonderful--”
(More in the following post)

>>3674560

“Stop.” Her smiles disappears as fast as it did the last time Sergei tried to flatter her, an irritated frown flashing across her face before she focuses on you.

“I heard you've been enjoying yourself, Mikhail. I'm sure Polansky will be happy to know you were well enough to come into work today.”

You feel your face get warm with embarrassment, but you keep calm and slightly bow your head.

“My apologies, Captain.” You offer, but she just softly chuckles.

“Please, don't be. After your ordeal I can excuse some over indulgence. Now then...”

Balalaika takes a notebook off the top of her desk, thumbing through the pages before stopping at one towards the middle.

“Pick up, or delivery? Those are the jobs I have to offer for today.”

You're confused by the vagueness of the choices, and looking at Sergei he seems to be in the same boat.

A: “Pick up.”

B: “Delivery.”

C: “Actually, I had some questions...”

D: “Is this all you have for us? I don't see why we needed to be here in person.”

>>3674579
Details of the jobs?

>>3674579
>C: “Actually, I had some questions...”
>>3674585
That

>>3674579
>>3674585
C: “Actually, I had some questions...”

>>3674579
>D: "Are those code words for kidnapping and assassination, or are we starting off with fetch quests?"

>>3674579
>C

You scratch the back of your head. This is still hard getting adjusted to, and the the one word job descriptions don't help.

“Actually, I had some questions...” You admit.

She gives an understanding nod.

“Shoot.”

A: “What exactly is this place? Roanapur, I mean...”

B: “How did you organize all this? Are all the men working for you from the Afghan civil war?”

C: “Why the vague jobs? Do you not trust us?”

D: “Lagoon Company... How long have you been in bed with them? We're not going to work with, are we?”

E: “Is there anyone Hotel Moscow is at war with? Whatever we're doing, I want to do it without having to look over my shoulder constantly.”

>>3674703
C: “Why the vague jobs? Do you not trust us?”
B: “How did you organize all this? Are all the men working for you from the Afghan civil war?”
D: “Lagoon Company... How long have you been in bed with them? We're not going to work with, are we?”
E: “Is there anyone Hotel Moscow is at war with? Whatever we're doing, I want to do it without having to look over my shoulder constantly.”

>>3674703

E: “Is there anyone Hotel Moscow is at war with? Whatever we're doing, I want to do it without having to look over my shoulder constantly.”

>>3674703
>>3674713
This

>>3674736
>>3674713
>B: “How did you organize all this? Are all the men working for you from the Afghan civil war?”
I'm thinking about stripping out question B from this since it may be a bit personal and ask it later, maybe after we finish a job for her and earn some trust. Plus it will be less to write.

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>>3674715
>>3674749
Alright. I'll see if I can squeeze this all into one post without taking too much time.

>>3674703
>C

You take a deep breath, mentally gathering what you want information on.

“Why the vague job descriptions? Do you not trust us?” You start off.

“I expect to trust you, but you have to prove my expectations right.” Balalaika starts to explain.

“You were not with me in Afghanistan, but for this war you both will be under my command. I expect you to follow through with what I ask and I expect you will put all personal beliefs aside.”

Her eyes narrow above her pleasant smile, showing her true feelings behind the kind facade.

“Hotel Moscow are soldiers who missed their chance to die in battle before anything else, so I think that it's within your best interests to fall in line if I ask. Understood?”

“Yes, Balalaika.” You answer, giving your word as you look her in the eye.

“Sheesh...” Sergei comments.

“Splendid.” She responds positively, her eyes easing up as she await further questions.

“Now, about Lagoon Company... How long have you been in bed with them? We're not going to work with them, are we?”

Another chuckle escapes her ruby painted lips.

“Oh, I'm not in bed with anyone... Lagoon Company just happens to be on very good terms with us. So naturally if I require you to work with them, it'll be done.”

She can easily pick up on the subtle frown forming across your face, and she's quick to try and ease your concerns.

“I know Two Hands can be a bit... Unpleasant, but you'll appreciate her as a gun on your side.”

“Fine... One last thing,” You start, clearing your throat with a soft cough.

“Is there anyone Hotel Moscow is at war with? Whatever we're doing, I want to do it without having to look over my shoulder constantly.”

“You should look over you shoulder regardless if you're living in this dung heap.” Balalaika bluntly states, resting her chin on her free hand.

“That said, I'd say Mr. Chang has been a good neighboring business as of late, though I've heard he's had trouble with a certain branch. You should know that one of the jobs I have for you is meeting with his triad so it might be good to introduce yourselves to them now. Other than that the urchins in the cartels and mafia have their grievances with how I've tampered with their markets, but I wouldn't fret over them.”

She breathes out another cloud of thick smoke, sitting up as she addresses you once again.

“Now I think it's only fair to answer my questions. So, do you want to take something to the cleaners, or pick up a package for me? I'll grant you the privilege of choosing because you've made such a good impression on me.”

“Ah, thank you miss--”

“Not you, idiot.” Balalaika cruelly shoots poor Sergei down again, your brother looking as if his soul was just eaten by her.

A: “Delivery.”

B: “Pick up.”

>>3674985
>B: “Pick up.”

>>3674985

B: “Pick up.”

>>3674985
>B: “Pick up.”


after this we should take Sergei aside and tell him to not make moves on the boss. We want to be an uncle some day and she'd cut them off.

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>>3675017
>wanting sergei spawn to look after

>>3674985
>“Not you, idiot.”
Please don't shoot my dog again Ms. Balalaika

>A: “Delivery.”
probably safer and easier....

>>3674985
>B

You shrug.

“Pick up I suppose.”

“Excellent. Here,”

Balalaika tears a page out of the notebook and hands it to you.

On it is what appears to be directions and an address, so you decide to pass it off to Sergei instead.

“Lagoon Company had recently run into some trouble with some local pests, but they we've taken care of. Since their retrieval of the ordered products was such a hassle, the Triad would like to forward some compensation. It's a simple job, so don't think about it too much dear.” Balalaika instructs you with some light teasing.

“Just get their offering and deliver it to Dutch. Don't forget to let him know who sent it.”

“No problem, but... Couldn't you have told all this to us over the phone?” Sergei asks, waving the paper around.

“Hmph. I guess you can pick up on some things after all.” Balalaika remarks, opening a drawer and fishing something out of it.

“I wanted to give your brother this. It's only fair seeing how you've taken the car for yourself.”

Her hand places a knife on the desk, but it's not just any ordinary knife. In fact, even by military standards this thing is a work of art.

A double edged knife coming out of a steel cylinder with a studded pattern circling around to form a grip, and at the very hilt is a ring pin and bright red trigger.

A ballistic knife. It's been years since you've held one, let alone see it.

You stand and take it from her, doing some slow slices through the air as you marvel at it. It's more than natural, it's an extension of you.

“I've had it for a while now, but there's never been an occasion where I'd need it.” She states, almost adoring how well you've taken to it.

“Perhaps it'll be better in your hands.”

“It will.” You answer, feeling a sadistic rush of nostalgia claiming your mind for a moment as your brought back to the Grozny mountains.

“Thank you, Captain.”

Balalaika nods.
“Of course. You're dismissed. Contact me once the transaction is complete, the number's on the paper.”

“Okay Michael Myers...” Sergei says with a slap on your back, jerking you out of the moment.

“I've been away from my baby for too long. Let's ride!”

(Ballistic Knife acquired.)

(To be continued next session.)

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Alright guys, see you around at a (hopefully) earlier time tomorrow. Do your question shitposting things in the meantime I guess.

>>3675218
How much trunk space does the new car have?

Is it bulletproof? Are the tires bulletproof?

How far can we shoot the knife? Has it been modified beyond a basic ballistic knife?

Do we have time to see the girl who owns us guns?

Can we invest our money into some business?

>>3675218
Thanks for running and coming back, was worried.

>>3675218
When is the next run? Next week?

>>3675288
Enough for a body if that's what you're worried about.

No

You can shoot it far, but not as far as a firearm.

You *might* have time depending.

You are the business, if that makes sense.

>>3675414
Tomorrow.

>>3674190
This reminds me - we should totally be friends with Rotten/Lotton. He's an overdramatic fool but at least he has enough brains to wear a bulletproof vest. Plus the girls he hangs with are only slightly less crazy than Revy.

>>3676978
>Wanting to go for less crazy
Come on anon

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>>3676989
We are looking for the right kind and mix of crazy.

Crazy enough for godtier sex
Not so crazy they attack your genitals when mad.

>>3677015
If you don't put your genitals on the line you are a coward!

>>3676989
Look we're in Roanapuar. It's going to be some standard of crazy either way. I'd rather not cock block Rock and Shenhua seems sensible enough for fun without too much commitment.

Plus that dress. Mmph.

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>>3677102
>Not wanting to NTR Rock
What are you a faggot?

>>3677171
Hes a cuck that likes watching his waifu get BLACKED!

We can also bond with Shenhua over our love of throwing stabby things at people. Speaking of which -

>>Grumpily taciturn
>>Good with knives
>>Older, smaller brother

Are we just Jason Statham in the Expendables only Russian?

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>>3677192
The Lagoon Company is actually just a set for a porn shoot with Rock and Revy being the main actors, Dutch being the bull and Benny the Jew being the producer and cameraman.

>>3675210
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IJMCZw1He1M

“... Rambo?”

“No.”

“You haven't seen Rambo?”

“No, I have not... You should stop asking me these stupid questions already, I'm sure it's hard enough looking for foreign street names as is.”

“HAH!” Sergei confidently snaps with a laugh.

“You forget that I was delivering cars to that greaseball's chop shop when we first arrived in America. I'm better at this than I am shooting, baby Mishka.”

“America was a mistake.” You admit with a groan.

“You were annoying before, but now you've picked up new ways to piss people off ever since you got exposed to a different culture.”

Sergei snickers, taking a quick left as you both find yourselves traveling deeper into the city. The further you went in, the less poverty stricken things became. It wasn't exactly cleaner, but you could start to see more and more “legitimate” businesses like Italian restaurants, even a few Hispanic floral shops were caught by your keen eye.

“... Terminator 2?”

“I haven't even seen the first one.” You respond dully.

“Gaaagh! You are the most boring piece of shit! How could you not watch a single fucking action flick while we were in the land that made them!” He shouts, seeming legitimately upset.

“I had better things to do.” You answer truthfully.

“Bullshit! There are four important things you must have in America; Fake tits in your hands, blow, McDonald's and their great films... And their cars! Five things!” He rants, taking another sharp turn. Seems like you're starting to take a toll on his driving.

“I had McDonald's, it was okay, and I think that your disgusting nose candy isn't really from America.”

“PAH! What do you know? You're going to be a bumpkin for the rest of your life... Demolition Man?”

“... The one with Taco Bell? Yes, it was fine.”

“A-HA! Oh, this is it I think.” Sergei says as he finds a place to park alongside the curb.

He points out a large parking complex towering over the street, but minuscule compared to the other businesses looming deep within the city.

“Alright, I'll watch the car while you head on up.” Sergei says, kicking his feet up on the dashboard.

“What?” You question in disbelief, but you're more irritated than shocked.

“Come on, you're Balalaika's little pet at the moment. If we want to be on her good side, it's best you go up there and make a good impression.”

A: “Fine. Honk if there's trouble.”

B: “What is this? Are you acting like a little girl because Captain doesn't put up with your bullshit for longer than 5 seconds? Get out or I'll drag you out.”

C: “Fuck you. I'll watch the car while you go and earn some respect for once.”

>>3677237
B: “What is this? Are you acting like a little girl because Captain doesn't put up with your bullshit for longer than 5 seconds? Get out or I'll drag you out.”

>>3677237
B.

>>3677237
Let's go with A, someone needs to watch the car either way so some local gopniks don't fucking steal it.

>>3677237

B: “What is this? Are you acting like a little girl because Captain doesn't put up with your bullshit for longer than 5 seconds? Get out or I'll drag you out.”

Booby trap the car?

>>3677237

B: “What is this? Are you acting like a little girl because Captain doesn't put up with your bullshit for longer than 5 seconds? Get out or I'll drag you out.”

>>3677237
>B

“What is this? Are you acting like a little girl because Captain doesn't put up with your bullshit for longer than 5 seconds? Get out or I'll drag you out.”

“... Fuck.” He answers, giving in and stepping out of the car with you.

You both start to make your way across the street towards the complex, keeping an eye out for whoever your contacts might be.

“Hey, eyes up.” Sergei tells you, and you follow his gaze towards the upper level of the structure.

You see a couple people looking over the side at you, and from what you can tell they're young adults in street clothes. Not exactly what you thought the Triad members would look like but...

“I guess they're Asian enough to be them, right?” Sergei completes your thoughts audibly.

“This whole island is Asian. I know they all look the same to you, but keep your guard up.” You respond, making your way through the entrance and up the ramp leading to first floor packed with cars.

“Shit, look at this... You can tell which of these rides belong to major league players. Everything else looks like a pile of shit...” Sergei remarks, and he was right. There was a stark contrast between the common people and the crooks who governed them. Seeing a factory new SUV parked next to a rusted clunker summed life in Roanapur easily.

“HEY!”

Someone calls out to you on the left, and you see a trio of thugs similar to the ones watching you from above, but judging by their different hair styles they definitely art the same people.

“Here for Chang?” He asks through a thick accent, the two others by his side staying by his side to mean-mug you both.

“Chang? That's the boss, right?” Sergei quietly asks.

He's right, but you thought you were meeting just some of his men here.

“... Yeah, are you his guys?” You answer cautiously.

“We know Chang.” He answers.

“Come. Take elevator.” He instructs, motioning you to follow him.

“... These guys are fucky.” Sergei comments, walking with you close behind.

“That's 5 guys here for an exchange. That's too many.” You agree.

“They could just be wary, especially of you. Maybe Balalaika told him the same story she told Lagoon?”
“Maybe. You're packing, right?”

Sergei pats the left side of his blazer, silently confirming.

“And you got your special little knives.”

You nod.

This seems off, but what if you're being overly paranoid? It's possible that you're letting the pace of all these changes get to you.

As you get closer to the elevator, you try to make a conclusion on how to best proceed.

A: “Sergei, you left something in the car. Take the stairs and meet us up there.”

B: “Stay behind me in the elevator. Get ready to draw on these guys.”

C: “I just remembered Sergei, you were supposed to call Balalaika. Find a phone booth and tell her about our new friends. See what she thinks.”

>>3677407
>B: “Stay behind me in the elevator. Get ready to draw on these guys.”

>>3677407
B: “Stay behind me in the elevator. Get ready to draw on these guys.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YXC7EmmUpkk

>>3677407

A: “Sergei, you left something in the car. Take the stairs and meet us up there.”

>>3677407
>A: “Sergei, you left something in the car. Take the stairs and meet us up there.”

>>3677407
>B: “Stay behind me in the elevator. Get ready to draw on these guys.”

>>3677407
Would we still go in the elevator if we sent Sergei to take the stairs?

>>3677438
Yes.

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>>3677418
>>3677425
>>3677437
Actually, let me get you guys to roll a D100 on this.

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>3677468
I was about to change to A but okay.

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>3677468

>>3677477
Oh, then I'll still count it as an A vote. You'd have to roll either way.

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>3677468

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>3677468

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>3677468

>>3677407
>A

You throw your arm out in front of Sergei, stopping him.

“Actually, you left something in the car.”

Looking into his eyes, you silently let him know what the real plan for him is.

“Take the stairs when you get back.”

His serious expression gives way to a small giggle.

“Clumsy me!” He confirms, walking backwards away from you and the rest of the group boarding the elevator.

They all give you a strange look as you join them, but you just shake your head.

“He's stupid, sorry.” You feign the apology, standing in the middle of the three.

Two of them stand behind you in the opposite corners of the small square space, while the one leading you all here presses the third floor button.

The doors close and you hear the muffled hum of the elevator ascending, but those aren't the only sounds you pick up on.

There's the subtle noise of sharp metal scraping against cloth, and from the peripherals of your eyes you can see the man at the buttons move something around under the sleeve of his shirt.

You take a deep breath. Yeah, you figured it would go this way.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SnaoZqKBB2s

Quickly drawing two knives from the back of your belt, you twirl the blades downward in your two tight fists and thrust each of them behind you and into the necks of the would-be ambushers.

The sound of of them choking on liquid and around the the sharp metal puncturing their jugular confirms their inability to carry out their attack, but it also alerts the one in front that you've caught onto what they were doing.

He whirls around and brandishes a dirty kitchen knife from his sleeve, raising it up and attempting to stab downward into your face!

But you catch him by the wrist with your left hand and reach forward with your right to strike up into his elbow, snapping his arm!

He screams in sharp agony and is forced to drop the filthy blade, which you catch as your left hand lets him go.

You follow through with a methodical stab into his heart, only to immediately retract the blade from the fresh hole in his chest to cut across his throat.

There's a sickening cough as human Kool-Aid squirts and sprays onto your suit.

“Fuck!” You shout, throwing the finished opponent aside. You grimace at the thick fluid soaking into the new clothes, becoming fueled with anger as you finally reach the third floor.

The doors open to reveal three additional men among the two you spotted earlier casually waiting around the rows of cars, some of them even sitting on the hoods of the vehicles.

However, this batch isn't hiding anything as they've got their own assortment of weapons on display, ranging from machetes to steel bats.

The elevator dings, and as if they were a part of a hive mind they all snap their heads towards the elevator at once, surprised by what they see.
(Votes in following post.)

>>3677619

There's a shared awkward pause between you both, before they all slowly start to converge in the middle of the path between the park cars, still staring at you menacingly.

Finally, one of them cries out in a blood thirsty scream and the group quickly rushes at you, forcing you to act and defend yourself!

A: Initiate by throwing what knives you have left, then move onto your ballistic.

B: Get in close and make calculated stabs as you deliver individual blades to their vitals.

C: Pick up one of the bodies and block whatever tries to hit you first, then take that same weapon away from them.

D: Mash the 4th floor button.

>>3677620
>>E Throw two blades to distract them (men always flinch at a thrown blade which is a lot les dangerous than a held one) while closing the distance and
>b

>>3677620

A: Initiate by throwing what knives you have left, then move onto your ballistic.

B: Get in close and make calculated stabs as you deliver individual blades to their vitals.

>>3677620
>A: Initiate by throwing what knives you have left, then move onto your ballistic.

>>3677620

B: Get in close and make calculated stabs as you deliver individual blades to their vitals.]

>>3677633
>>3677676
>>3677687
>>3677709
Roll D100

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>3677710

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>3677710

>>3677710

Someone roll a save!

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>3677710

>>3677745
We're dooooomed!

>>3677752
Depends on how well they roll and our bro rolls. Currently we are just shielding him so he can pull his gun so the DC shouldn't be that hard...ah fuck I remember we aren't wearing any body armor. Shit.

>>3677619
>A
>B

You've got six knives left on your belt, but there's also the ballistic you've been given as well. You'll have to play this smart.

Reaching behind your waist, you draw two of the blades and fling them forward into the rushing group.

One finds it's way into the bat wielder's right eye, but it doesn't go deep enough to kill him. He's just momentarily stopped as he falls backwards screaming in pain while holding onto his face.

The other goes into the stomach of one rushing from the front of the group, putting him in shock as he's forced to stop by the deep wound stuck in him. He makes the fatal mistake of trying to rip the blade out, and you watch as all the color leaves his skin while accidentally pulling some of his small intestine out with the blade.

You're quick to move forward and draw two more of the smaller blades, confronting the rest of the group head on!

The remaining three are all armed with machetes, and unfortunately you have to adjust your foot work to avoid three wild swings.

They each surround from every angle aside from your back, trying to corner you back into the corpse filled elevator.

You try and take a defensive stance, waiting to take advantage of whoever swings first and forcing the momentum back on them.

You get your chance as the one from the right roars at you and does a diagonal slash at you, but you side step it and thrust your left hand right into his neck so hard that you slam him into the ground, the blade stuck so deep in him that the grip almost disappears in the neck.

The next one on your left tries to take advantage of your lowered form, but you were expecting as much as you thrust the other blade into his forward stepping leg as he approaches you.

He's forced to stumble back as the he's stuck with the object piercing just under his kneecap.

The last one is more calculated after seeing what happened to the first two, deciding to allow you to stand back upright before taking a proper stance against you.

It seems that not everyone in this attack is a mindless hoodlum, as this one advances on you with more disciplined attacks.

His swings are shorter, and he's only going for them when he thinks you're going for another of your knives. You're forced to be unarmed as he nearly gets a across your chest, but as his arm is brought downward you're able to reach a leg up and kick him between the neck and shoulder.

He's shoved back, but not injured. However, you just needed the time to go for your ballistic knife and fire it into his center mass.
(More in next post)

>>3678001
There's a release of gas, and the blade is shot directly into his torso, the force of the puncture throwing the last of the machete wielders onto his back and making him drop his weapon.

You make a mistake, however, and think the fight is over until the shallow cut of a machete slices across your left shoulder!

Hissing with pain you quickly roll away and see that the one with a leg wound hasn't given up as he chases you down with a limp!

You're forced to retreat deeper into the garage, but there's a sudden crushing pain in your back as you hear the ring of a aluminum back strike you!

You're brought down on your knees, and you look over your shoulder to see that the one with a knife in his eye hasn't given up either!

They're both upon you now, the heavy blade and thick bat being brought down on your head and--

“COCKSUCKERS!”

There's four deafening pops that ring out, and instead of feeling your head get lopped off you feel a splash of warm liquid hit the back of your neck instead.

The two fall ontop of you, but you quickly shove them off and stand back up, looking to see Sergei panting at the nearby stairwell just to the right of the elevator.

“Three goddamn floors...!” He says between heavy breathes, keeling over and putting a hand on his knee while the other holds the smoking gun that saved you.

“Cocksuckers made me run up three goddamn floors...!” He complains again.

You're momentarily distracted by the sound of the elevator closing, and you look up to see that it's being called back to the ground level.

“... You okay?” Sergei looks up an asks.

You put a hand over the cut on your shoulder and put some pressure on it, wincing from the sting you feel from it.

“Mostly...” You respond, nodding at the elevator.

“More are coming.”

“Fuck...” He sighs, getting closer to you and looking at all the bodies you made.

“Really should've cashed in that favor with Revy...”

A: “Who the fuck are these guys?”

B: “Were we set up? Did Balalaika lie and make it so these monkeys would hack us up for the KGB?”

C: “You think that Chang guy is trying to start a war with our boss and we just happened to b unlucky enough to be the first casualty?”

>>3678014
A: “Who the fuck are these guys?”

>>3678014
>A: “Who the fuck are these guys?”

If the Captain wanted us dead we'd be dead

and if Chang wanted us dead his guys would not have been so obvious.

This is sloppy, professional would be a lot cleaner.

>>3678034
Chang would also, you know, use guns.

>>3678014

C: “You think that Chang guy is trying to start a war with our boss and we just happened to b unlucky enough to be the first casualty?”

>>3678014
A: “Who the fuck are these guys?”

They've impersonated Changs people who were supposed to meet us here and they picked a fight with Balalaika in the process.Which means going against two major forces at once.

>>3678014
B: “Were we set up? Did Balalaika lie and make it so these monkeys would hack us up for the KGB?”

If we die, then she gets to keep our bag of money in the hotel, if we live, then it means we are damn good and are probably worth keeping on her crew, its win win for her. She set us up.

>>3678014
>A

You take another look around at the dead attackers around you, finding yourself in a state of disbelief.

The guys were all just punks, not professional hitmen, yet they still were able to intercept something set up by Hotel Moscow and the Triad.

“Who the fuck are these guys?” You ask, but you doubt Sergei has a real answer.

“Don't know, but they must be getting paid well to just throw themselves at a target like zombies.” Sergei responds, but something catches his attention towards the stairwell.

“... You gotta be fucking kidding me.” He says, and that's when you pick up on it too.

There's the sounds of several feet hitting the stairs, the footsteps traveling downward as they reach you from the floor above.

“Fuck...” You growl, drawing the last two knives on your belt.

There's at least six more of the bastards rushing from the stairs, and they don't take a long pause to size you up from like the group before.

As they bum rush you, you hear the elevator ding again, followed by the doors sliding open.

You're sure it's another group coming to pincer you from the left side, and you're also sure you both are about to get ripped to pieces.

But that's not what happens.

“Hello, you duck now yes?”
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>>3678334

You barely register the voice, but Sergei reacts faster to it than you do and tackles you to the ground.

Landing on your back, yo see something red pass overhead at a blinding speed, followed by the shouts of the rushing killers being cut abruptly short.

What's next is the thuds of bodies hitting the floor, then the clack of heels stepping onto the hard floor below.

You shove Sergei aside and stand back up, looking back up in the direction of the elevator and becoming awestruck by what you see.

“So sorry about that. This not supposed to happen. I supposed to be earlier to see if things go well but cabbie was dumb motherfucker.”

It's a woman in a rose colored dress, you think it's called a cheongsam, and its decorated in a luxurious golden trim that traces floral patterns across it. Her snowy legs are very exposed, so your eyes can't help but stare up them and see the needle-like blades strapped to her upper thighs. Further up is just more red... Her eyeliner, lips, and nails are all bright crimson that match with the bloodied Kukri in her hand. You can see a rope attached to the handle of the blade, leading somewhere behind the white coat that rests below her long dark hair and tassel earrings. She's so elegant in her appearance compared to every woman you've met in your life, especially the ones you've seen in Roanapur.

But she does seem to have one imperfection...

“You fried Russian lady's boys yes? I work for boss Chang it so nice to meet you.” She greets you through broken English, and to no one's surprise you can hear Sergei desperately attempt to hold back his laughter.

“... Are you the person we were supposed to meet?” You ask.

“No I said I come to check on guys you were meeting but I guess they also dead motherfuckers now. You help me find them yes? Hopefully they still have package for you.”

She takes a cloth and wipes the blood clean from her large blade, showing you a thin smile.

“I Shenhua by the way. You very lucky boss send me.”

“... You love me long time.” Sergei whimpers, having a fit as he forces a hand over his mouth to stop the laughter.

(To be continued next session.)

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I hope you're all looking forward to chinglish, because there's going to be a lot of it.

I will probably run at some point tomorrow night after work, beyond that it could get spotty. Thanks for reading along, posts your bullshit or whatever.

>>3678391
chingrish wok now goood!

>>3678391
Thanks for running, well have to gag Sergei if he keeps this up

>>3677891
>we aren't wearing any body armor. Shit
We need to be like Rotton, get body armor and a cup.

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>>3678076
I mean, Shenhua works for Chang, and she's all about the blades.

>>3678621
I want full armor with a helmet and yes a cup holder too. With lots of pockets with bandoleers for snacks and other random goodies. For armor I'm thinking modified riot armor would be best. Since they are designed to also protect against explosives, blades, and hard smacks. Upgrade it with better ballistic weaves and lining to protect against chemicals/fire would be best. Upgrade the helmet with tinted ballistic visor that can be detached, a modified gas mask, and ear guards to protect against flashes/loud noises along with some comms built.

We are unlucky in that our Bro is clearly specialized in long range combat and we are stuck with close range combat making us very prone to injuries with melee being a serious threat. Lots of flashbangs and smoke grenades are a must.

>>3678783
>and yes a cup holder too.
No.
A cup.
As in to protect our balls.
Because the women in this town are dangerous and perfectly willing to use a nut shot.

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>>3678783
>cup holder
Sergei: Surely you mean pringles holder, da Mikhail?

>>3678391

Good good, chinglish aka Shenhua is best girl.

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>>3678783
Ahh americans with their cup holsters, true soviet men make do with just the clothes on their back and the weapon in their hands!

>>3678342
Awww yeah best girl is here! We should talk stabby things with her at some point.

>>3678342
“Huh? Your friend okay?” Shenhua asks, showing a small amount of concern for your brother's fit of repressed laughter.

“Ignore my brother Sergei, he's retarded.” You dismiss her concerns while giving Sergei a sharp elbow to the ribs.

His laughter turns into a sudden yelp, the pain turning his into that of a pouting child.

“I'm Mikhail... You wouldn't happen to know anything about these pieces of shit, would you?” You ask, fishing one of your many knives out of a dead man's eye socket.

“Not much. Boss Chang say a underboss try to start war but it very messy, you see yes?” She tries to explain, examining the work that had been done before she arrived.

“I not know name of traitor, but he hire army of punks like this to do work for him. He like to make wall of flesh before someone cut off his head.”

“I see... So he's enlisting bodies rather than soldiers? That's one way to do it I suppose.” You think aloud, grimacing as the next blade you retrieve is lodged in some intestines.

“Oh, you use blade and body too?” She asks, watching with intrigue as you holster the knife back onto your belt.

“Huh? Oh, sure, mostly...” You answer, only now realizing the common ground you both share.

“It's a personal preference when I'm in the perfect range to use them. Guns always need ammo, they jam-”

“But body and blade last forever. They always best weapon in world.” Shenua agrees in a dreamy voice, admiring her own clean kukri.

You feel a genuine smile sneak onto your face. Finally, someone who gets it.

“Hey, you two can cum all over your knives later. Take a look at this.”

You're shoot an irritated look in Sergei's direction, but the feeling fades as you notice he's been able to open one of the car's trunks.

“There was some glass on the floor mixed in with dried blood. I made a hunch and... Well...” Sergei starts to elaborate as you both stand beside him and look into the trunk.


“Aiya, they not look so good.” Shenhua comments with a frown, unphased by what you see.

Two Chinese guys in dark suits... Well, parts of them at least. They've been chopped up into pieces, with their heads resting atop their amputated torsos with faces of fear forever plastered onto them.

“That's a message alright. Wonder if they would've fit us in there.”

“Shut up Sergei.” You reply curtly, narrowing your eyes down at the butchered men.

A: Search their blazers for the package. It'd be pointless if you didn't left here without it.

B: “Help me get them out. What we came here for might be buried under them.”

C: “They were supposed to check in with you, right Shenhua? Let's find their phones and see if they contacted anyone before then.”

D: “We shouldn't disturb them. Close the damn thing.”

>>3682274
>C: “They were supposed to check in with you, right Shenhua? Let's find their phones and see if they contacted anyone before then.”

>>3682274
>C: “They were supposed to check in with you, right Shenhua? Let's find their phones and see if they contacted anyone before then.”

>>3682274
C: “They were supposed to check in with you, right Shenhua? Let's find their phones and see if they contacted anyone before then.”

>>3682274
A: Search their blazers for the package. It'd be pointless if you didn't left here without it.
make yourself useful Sergei, while we....
C: “They were supposed to check in with you, right Shenhua? Let's find their phones and see if they contacted anyone before then.”

>>3682546
This. No reason not to search for both.

>>3682274
>C

An idea pops in your head.

“They were supposed to check in with you, right Shenhua? Let's find their phones and see if they contacted anyone before then.”

“Ah, you think we find out more of who these guys work for?” She asks as you start to reach in and dig through the assorted limbs for legs with pants pockets.

Eventually you find a hefty black flip phone, the model making you raise an eyebrow.

“Chang must pay well... Only phones I've seen look like bricks.”

You flip it open, trying to navigate the damn thing to find the list of calls made prior.

“... Here. You recognize any of these?” You show her, watching as she leans over your shoulder.

“Hmmm... Most these Chang phone, must be only for work yes?” She wonders, but one of her ruby nails taps the screen on a specific number.

“That an hour ago. It not Chang either.”

“Okay... Let's see who it is.” You respond, highlighting the number and calling it.


You put it to your ear as you listen to it ring, and soon you find Shenhua comically leaning their ears close the phone to try and hear it.

The ringing stops, and you get an answer... But you don't understand it. You think they're speaking Cantonese.

Blocking the receiver, you whisper to Shenhua.

“What did he say?” You ask.

“I speak Mandarin, not this!” She whispers back.

He speaks again, only this time it's fluent English.

“The silence is giving it away. So you found the present I left for you?”

A: “Actually, I found your men and killed them.”

B: “Who are you?”

C: “You're picking fights with more than just the Triad. I hope my accent is cluing you in on who just got caught in the crossfire.”

D: Say nothing. See if he'll be tempted to talk more.

>>3682572
D: Say nothing. See if he'll be tempted to talk more.

>>3682572
>B: “Who are you?”
Imagine fucking with the russians while also attempting to sieze control of the triads. What an idiot.

>>3682572
D: Say nothing. See if he'll be tempted to talk more.

>>3682572
>D: Say nothing. See if he'll be tempted to talk more.

>>3682572
D: Say nothing. See if he'll be tempted to talk more.

>>3682572
>D: Say nothing. See if he'll be tempted to talk more.

>>3682572
>D

You keep your mouth shut. Maybe he's got a big enough ego to keep talk--

“You expect me to keep talking, don't you? This isn't what Chang would do... No, he'd crack a joke to keep his composure... You had business with those two, didn't you?”

He takes a deep breath into the phone, followed by a small laugh.

“I know it doesn't look like it, but you're actually very lucky. This is a personal affair that you might've been a casualty in, but you're still here. I'd recommend you walk away, forget this phone call and stick to watching this unfold in the news.”

You still stay silent, and after a much longer pause he speaks up again.

“This is getting absurd, isn't it? I feel like I'm rambling to dead air. I'm going to need you to make a choice now or I'll decide for you.”


“Send better men.” You finally speak, only to hang up after.

“Hey!” Your brother shouts, moving between you and Shenhua to give you a heavy shove.

“Whoever that fucker was, he had a point! This doesn't involve us!”

“I didn't like the way he talked. Sorry.” You answer with an honest shrug.

“Yes, I agree very much with what he say. I carve tongue out his face.” Shenhua affirms, pulling a personal mirror out from her jacket along with a red stick of lipstick.

“It a shame that I cut off last guys heads. No one to torture for information on phone fucker.”

As if on cue, you hear a hoarse throat gasp for air, and you look over to see the thug that you had shot with the ballistic knife survived.

“Good morning.” You say to the poor bastard recoiling on the floor. Taking the empty handle of the ballistic knife, you kneel down and thrust it over the exposed hilt of the blade.

The motion punches the blade in deeper before it snaps back into the grip and extracted from his chest, summoning another guttural scream of pain from him.

“Oh very good! We carve this piggie up very nice and he oink for us!” Shenhua mocks.

“Look, as much as I'd like to be a part of it, I think we should take this somewhere else. Who knows if more of his friends are getting sent here.” Sergei advises, and you have to agree. You wouldn't want to get interrupted interviewing this nice young man.

“I know good place to take him. If you vegetarian I so sorry for you.” Shenhua says in a playful manner, and with those words she summons cries of terror from out his throat as you both seize him.

(To be continued next session.)

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Sorry for the slight delay, had some internet issues.

Anyway, that's it for tonight. I'll probably post some more tomorrow, but no promises. Have a good night!

Night. Thanks for the run

>>3682592
Indeed. Balalaika isn't someone to take that lying down. Even if we are new.

>>3682742
We are going to make a call and make a report though right? Considering how we just got dragged into this.

>>3678878
Riot armor comes with that...though yeah would be a good idea to upgrade it.

How do we know its not a set up by Chang to get Balalaika to help him take out some rivals?

>>3682808
Doesn't matter sadly. No matter what we got dragged into this mess and we have to send a message. They attacked us first so we gotta hit them back.

Also I agree that is why I want to make that report. I am suspicious of Chang since this was supposed to be a easy job due to its lack of importance/value(hence why new guys who aren't trustworthy yet were sent in the first place). By attacking us on such a job its both unexpected and highly insulting. Its a very effective means to rile up the Russians at a very low cost. Chang just 'happens' to be our 'ally'. Whose 'enemy' attacked us both and forced us to get involved.

An enemy who mind you just by doing so picked a fight with a yet another faction. Which is really fucking dumb since it makes us want to ally with Chang since we now share a mutual enemy. That in itself should be why such a enemy never dare to attack as it creates even MORE enemies for themselves and for what?

Chang is the only one who gains from this. Which begs the question of who the hell is he fighting in that he need to set them up in order to gain reinforcements? If he gets caught he would also make a big enemy of the Russians so it would have to be worth the risk.

On the other hand if the enemy really ISN'T that worried about the Russians and didn't mind picking a fight by attacking an unimportant swap. Then it means they are easily confident in being able to handle both forces together at once. Which means they are either just that retarded(which means Chang shouldn't have had a problem resolving the issue) or they really are that strong.

>>3682865
Or the end game is massive chaos in the city and probably involves some Glow in the Dark types.

If you recall at the start, we saw or heard of a car park meeting that went very similar to this with a bunch of people hacked up.

Well, looks like we meet best girl next session

>>3682939
How can we meet bestgirl next session if we already met her?

>>3682939
But next session isn't Roberta's Blood Trail arc

“... Oh, I see where this is going.” Sergei says with a big grin as he looks ahead.

After shoving the survivor in your car's trunk, you gave Shenhua the passenger's seat and allowed her to direct Sergei to what seems to be a meat packing warehouse.

Knowing how this island is, something tells you it's an ill legitimate business.

“Yes yes! Sawyer do good work he real professional! He mostly clean but he good at sending messages, you understand yes?” Shenhua asks with an innocent looking smile.

“He very creative and good listener, not say much.”

“Good, that means our friend won't be interrupted.” You comment from the back seat, taking the initiative to exit the car first and retrieve him.

When you pop open the trunk, the shithead is a mess of sweat and blood from being in there for a good while. He's unconscious, though. Everyone was getting sick of his yelling back there so Sergei stopped the car and allowed you to pacify him on the way here. Your methods made a nice lump on his right cheek.

You follow Sergei and Shenhua into the building, dragging the wounded thug behind you by his leg.

Walking inside you're greeted by a tiled hallway, the once white floor now a gross shade of yellow with dark smears of blood marking their way up to a dirty pair of doors up ahead.

“Shit, this looks like a horror movie.” Sergei chuckles.

“Thank god our little buddy back there is sleeping, otherwise we'd be smelling the shit filling his pants by now.”

You all continue down the hall as Shenhua fearlessly becomes the one to enter the doors first, calling out to this cleaner she mentioned before.

“Hi-hi! So sorry to come with no appointment but we got really important meat to cut. Oh you already freshening up!”

Following after her, you and Sergei are hit by the most obscene odor of blood and bodily fluids to ever assault your nostrils. It's not traumatizing in the least, in fact you both are quite familiar of the aroma, but this place makes you think of what hell smells like.

You see Shenhua looking off to the left, where a very short man dressed in long gloves, an clean apron, goggles, face mask and bandanna covering their head stands. At their feet, unsurprisingly, is a massive chainsaw. A common tool for his trade, you're sure.

“These two are Sergei and Mikhail, you get along yes? I go call Mr. Chang and make sure you get paid extra for this one, good?”

Sawyer gives her a silent nod, picking up the saw and walking towards you both.

Shenhua leaves you two with the frightening little man with a small wave, heading out the two doors you came in from.

“Hold on, spooky guy.” Sergei holds out a hand to the approaching Sawyer, stopping him as he just reaches you two.

“I'm sure the three of us have our own way of doing things, so it's only fair we take turns yeah?”

(votes in next post)

>>3686333
“Actually, I'm not that invested in this shit as you or he probably is. You two can just--”

Your protest is ignored as you're forced into a sudden crucial decision.

“ROCK PAPER SCISSORS GO!” Sergei shouts.

A: Rock.

B: Paper.

C: Scissors.

>>3686351
>B: Paper.

brother is obviously going for rock because he is that kind of dude
but then, the cutting guy will probably go for the blades

it's just me or that chic has an annoying talking pattern

>>3686351
>D: Smack Sergei on the back of his head
"Let the man do his job idiot."

>>3686351
>E. Gun
Gun beats everything, know one expects gun in a game of Rock Paper Scissors

>>3686351
>B: Paper
But use Mikhail's outstretched hand to do
>>3686373

>>3686373
>>3686370
>>3686391
I like this.

Okay, so next post will be small BUT I'm going to let the votes accumulate while I'm away so there's a better jumping off point when I get home. Look forward to (hopefully) better posts tonight.

>>3686333
>C

You choose paper... And smack Sergei across the back of his head with it!

“GAHHHHHHH!!!!” He shrieks, covering his head and cowering from the sudden strike.

“Let the man do his job, idiot.”

Sawyer looks down and to the side for a moment, then shakes his head before pulling the chord and revving up the saw's engine.

The sound of the machines roaring blades is enough to bring the thug back to the world of the living, but when he sees the roaring blades of death in his face he starts to wish he wasn't.

His screams of pure terror are just what you want to hear, but that fear could be swallowed if you start off with two big of a question.

You press a heavy foot onto his chest to keep him from squirming away, deciding what question you want to bark out over the loud machine.

A: “Who sent you?”

B: “Why attack us? We're not in your little Triad war.”

C: “Your boss... How did he hire you?”

D: “Who are you sick shits going after next?”

>>3686433
>A: “Who sent you?”

>>3686433
>A: “Who sent you?”

>>3686433

A: “Who sent you?”

>>3686420
>B: “Why attack us? We're not in your little Triad war.”

>>3686433
A: “Who sent you?”

>>3686433
>C: “Your boss... How did he hire you?”

>>3686433
>A: “Who sent you?”
We can get the rest from their boss if we have to.

>>3686370
Her English is rather bad, yes.
It's part of her charm.

>>3686433
>A

You take a knee as you hold him down, getting in his face.

“Who sent you?” You ask simply.

His focus darts between you and the rotating blades inches from his face, his expression shifting from terrified to angry.

“FUCK YOU! NOT SPEAK ENGLISH!” He shouts over the revving engine.

“... Huh. That's embarrassing.” You comment, snapping your right hand around his jaw and tilting his face to the right.

“FUCK! WHAT YOU DOING?! FUCK YOU!” He keeps shouting, but you're not stopping any time soon.

“Look here, Sawyer. He missed a spot when he was shaving this morning. Must've been in a hurry to meet all of us... Help the poor guy out and trim it.”

Sawyer nods, slowly inching the saw closer and closer to his face. He starts to panic again, trying as hard as he possibly can to thrash his head out of your grip.

It's futile, of course, and soon the unlucky punk is howling in agony as Sawyer just keeps the tip to his face for three seconds, a splash of blood and flesh sprinkling upward!

You hold your free hand out in front of your face, keeping it dry while the victim on the receiving end has his face painted.

Sawyer takes the blade away and you let go of his thrashing head, letting him shed a few tears that have leaked under his tough facade.

A: “Remember how to speak English now? Give us a goddamn name!”

B: “You think you're gonna die honorably if you don't talk? That if you die, it at least won't be as a rat? You were put on this job because you and your friends were nothing but street rats to your boss.”

C: “Your death won't be quick. If you really try our patience, we're gonna start at the toes and work our way up. Answer my question and that can change.”

D: “By the way, if you think this is a 'Good Cop and Bad Cop' thing, you should know I'm the good cop. Answer me, or else you'll have to answer to my brother.”

>>3688156
>B

>>3688156
>B: “You think you're gonna die honorably if you don't talk? That if you die, it at least won't be as a rat? You were put on this job because you and your friends were nothing but street rats to your boss.”

>>3688156
>B: “You think you're gonna die honorably if you don't talk? That if you die, it at least won't be as a rat? You were put on this job because you and your friends were nothing but street rats to your boss.”

>>3688156
B: “You think you're gonna die honorably if you don't talk? That if you die, it at least won't be as a rat? You were put on this job because you and your friends were nothing but street rats to your boss.”

>>3688156
>B

You get in real close, violating what personal space he still had.

You think you're gonna die honorably if you don't talk? That if you die, it at least won't be as a rat? You were put on this job because you and your friends were nothing but street rats to your boss.”

His mouth moves, but nothing intelligible comes out.

“Think about it. You were sent on a hit with nothing but gardening tools. He's not taking any financial risks by wasting firearms in your hands. You're shit, and he's throwing people like you against a wall to see what sticks.”


You can tell you're starting to get under his skin more than Sawyer is. He's realizing that his boss sent him up shit's creek without a paddle plus a hole in the boat.

“... His name is Taslim. That is all I know.”

“The fuck kind of name is that? Sounds like it's misspelled. Tah-sleem...” Sergei mocks, grinning down at the two of you.

“How'd you meet this Taslim guy, huh?”

He looks strained for a moment, as if the next words he says will cut his throat open on the way up.

“I do small time jobs. He said he was head of his own Triad and was picking up guys like me everywhere. He tells us to go to place where other Triad works and kill everyone there that are involved.”

No speak English... This asshole is better than Shenhua.

“Picking up guys like you everywhere? Be more specific than that. Where is he hiring you shits?” You press him for more info.

“I'm not saying! Not until you promise to get me to a doctor!” He demands.

“We'll discuss that after we're done with asking you shit.” Sergei dismisses, lighting up a cigarette.

A: “Start talk. Give me a location, anywhere that he looks for potential employees.”

B: “Let's try something easier... What does he look like?”

C: “Killing the competition is good and all but it means jack shit if you don't do anything with it. What has he been able to strong-arm away from the Triad here?”

D: “He got anyone better than you working for him?”

>>3688330
>B

>>3688330
>C: “Killing the competition is good and all but it means jack shit if you don't do anything with it. What has he been able to strong-arm away from the Triad here?”

>>3688330
>B

You shake your head.

“Let's try something easier... What does he look like?”

He looks at you with a puzzled expression, as if it's something he can't put into words properly.

“He... He's old.”

“... Old?” You press him, he just nods.

“How old? Is he walking around with a cane?”

“N-No.. Older than me you, he has gray hair.” He clarifies.

You slowly nod to yourself, taking your foot off him and rewarding him with the privilege to sit upright.

“... Is he Chinese like Mr. Chang?” You ask.

“No, he's Indonesian. Not from here.” He answers, sitting up with a hand over his chest wound.

“So why come here? Why bother with Chang and Roanapur? Surely Indonesia is more lucrative.” You theorize openly.

“Fuck! I don't know okay?! I answer your question now take me to doctor!” He yells, wincing in pain.

A: “I don't remember promising that. Besides, we're supposed to help Mr. Chang send a message.”

B: “You get your doctor when I say you do. If you valued your life so much you shouldn't have fucked with us!”

C: “... Okay. Sergei here will take you, just tell him where this doctor is. I'm sure there's a particular one trash like you goes to, yeah?”

>>3688392
>B: “You get your doctor when I say you do. If you valued your life so much you shouldn't have fucked with us!”

>>3688392
>B: “You get your doctor when I say you do. If you valued your life so much you shouldn't have fucked with us!”

>>3688392
>B

“You get your doctor when I say you do. If you valued your life so much you shouldn't have fucked with us!” You shout at him, becoming frustrated.

“... Sergei, take over, and don't stop until you find a place where we try to find anyone working with this Taslim guy.”

“YES!” He cheers, clapping his hands together.

“Hey, Sawyer, where do you keep the other sharp objects and shit?”

You turn your back away from the scene and step out of the room, trying to get some air away from the messy chaos.

Fuck... It's been one day and you went from a simple job to getting caught in a bloody internal affair. That Taslim shithead on the phone even said you shouldn't be involved, but something tells you Balalaika would've wanted you to lend some assistance to this mess anyway. It probably would earn her a favor or two from this Chang prick you haven't even met yet.

You reach into your bloodied blazer and pull out your pack of smokes. How the hell did your choices lead you to running around a tropical resort of death and drugs and forced into employment under a rogue faction of Spetsnaz pretending to be mobsters? Is this really a better choice than getting “whacked” back in New York? At least back there they probably would've just shot you. Here? You're more likely to get put in some snuff film by a cartel, an hour of you being dismembered and sold to sick fucks for a few dollars.

The door opens, and you look up to see Sawyer without their chainsaw. It's as if they read your mind and wanted to be a part of it.

“... Here, you could use one for this line of work.” You say, offering the tiny cleaner one of your smokes.

They hold up their hand and shake their head, ushering a shrug out of you.

“You hack people up for a living but smoking is beneath you? I don't want to judge but your standards seem to be ill prioritized.” You comment as you light the one between your lips.

You don't keep your eyes on Sawyer, but you wish you had, because after a minute your hear a voice that sounds like it's coming from a broken stereo.

“It's not that I never liked smoking. In fact I enjoyed it when I was younger.”

(More in next post)

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>>3688441
Your eyes go wide as the unexpectedly morbid voice fills your ears. It sounds like a woman, but their words are spaced far apart with a few wheezes in between.

Slowly turning your head, you look down and see that Sawyer has removed her facial gear and has pressed something vibrating against her...

Her throat has a horrible scar cut all the way across her neck, like a serrated blade came close to sawing her head off. The device seems to be aiding her ability to speak through this disturbing injury, as she moves her purple lips and stares at you with eyes coated in shadow.

“I just don't think it would be very good for my throat. I have to take care of what's left, otherwise what's the point of me living?”

You can help but stare at her like an idiot... He... She's a girl?! A small girl working here and chopping people up for a living?!

As you continue to stare silently, her cheeks start to get a little pink out of embarrassment.

“What is the matter?” Here droning voice asks.

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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand that's it for tonight.

Sorry it ran so late, but next session will be at a decent time on Friday.

Enjoy your waifu war, have a good night!

>>3688443
Thanks for running mach.

>>3688442
You...- Have a very good disguise.

>>3688443
>waifu war
>implying there's any real war when the Shenhuafags have the power of yellow fever on our side
Plus, y'know, a voice that doesn't sound like Steven Hawking after a marlboro binge.

>>3691004
sawyer and revy are waaaaaaay before the chink in my book, her speech is quite annoying

>>3691029
Then we help her with English lessons. Of course it personally bother me. She's like a killer Starfire.

>>3691029
I think it's cute. Sawyer is top in looks, though. Revy is definitely worst girl in Black Lagoon.

>>3691069
10/10 take anon

>>3691029
>>3691047
>>3691069
>>3691082
Revy is for Rock
Shenhua we have a common interest with. Would like to see what else is there.
Sawyer might get along with our bro. Who knows, maybe we'll be the wingman for each other.
This is coming from a Balalaika fag.

>>3691109
I'm strongly going for Sawyer, really, anyone but the chink

>>3691109

I support this, but I am still on team Shenhua. Balakaika is too high to try and get into. And Roberta while amazing is clearly into shotas.

>>3691029
>her speech is quite annoying
So we learn Cantonese, and she gets to laugh at our accent for once.

>>3691826
I'm not saying to go for Balalaika. I'm just pointing out that I think Shenhua is interesting and would like to know more. Besides, we've already discussed it in the first thread about Balalaika anyway.

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I'll be honest, while i'm not participating in this quest for the waifus, i would say shenhua is best girl, in quest and in source material.
>>3691109
Also i agree with this anon in all the ways

(Disregard my earlier Roberta post, i was just memeing, i mean look at this shit)

>>3691928
Only if she learns Russian.

>>3692463

Roberta is too perfect for this world. Why did she have to be claimed by a god damn shota.

>>3692415

Ah well good.

>>3691928

I also support this.

>>3688442
A: "... How old are you?"

B: "Nothing, I just wasn't expected a small woman under all that."

C: "How did you survive that...?"

D: "How the hell did something like you end up working this job?"

>>3695954
>B: "Nothing, I just wasn't expected a small woman under all that."
Expecting a small, terrifying man more like

>>3695954
>"Nothing, I just wasn't expected a small woman under all that."
Seems like the only non-rude response.

>>3695954
>B: "Nothing, I just wasn't expected a small woman under all that."

>>3695954
>B: "Nothing, I just wasn't expected a small woman under all that."

>>3695954
>C: "How did you survive that...?"

>>3695954
B: "Nothing, I just wasn't expected a small woman under all that."
C: "How did you survive that...?"

>>3695954
>B: "Nothing, I just wasn't expected a small woman under all that.

>>3695954
>C: "How did you survive that...?"
Or
>D: "How the hell did something like you end up working this job?"
>>3695960
>Seems like the only non-rude response.
Naive

>>3696078
What, not wanting to be rude to someone we're meeting for the first time makes me naive?

>>3696082
No, thinking choice B is a non-rude response is naive. I don't know her personality but there are people who would take offense to it. That's all I'm saying.

>>3696105
Well, it's the closest thing we've got to polite, I think. It's the only option that directly responds to her question instead of shooting back a counter-question.

>>3695954
>B

You snap out of your stunned gaze.

"Nothing, I just wasn't expected a small woman under all that." You admit.

She looks down, her face still pink from your initial reaction.

“Uh, sorry, I didn't mean to offend.” You try to apologize, but she shakes her head.

“It's fine.” She responds, looking back up at you with her composure regained.

“I'm just a cleaner, after all. No one wants to stick around and see the job done. All I do is clean up other people's messes, but this job is a nice change of pace.”

“Splashing blood around with that chainsaw doesn't seem really clean. In fact, all those limbs have to be another mess all together, yeah?” You ask, trying to make polite conversation with the little psychopath.

“This place is different. I don't know if you couldn't tell, but animals used to be slaughtered back here that's why--”

A shrill scream is heard from the other room, followed by Sergei laughing.

“... That's why cutting them up here. I can just watch all their blood spiral down the floor's drain.” She finishes with a fearsome smile.

“Otherwise, I'm paid to go out and clean actual messes. Sometimes there's not even a body around because it's decomposed to where the skin has already purged and discharged all the fluids.”

You wince.

“Fuck...” Is all you can comment with.

“It's fine though. I like my job and how I do it.” She adds, her smile creeping you out somewhat.

There's another shrills scream followed by your brother's cackling, making you roll your eyes.

“He's having too much fun with this.” You grumble, flicking your cigarette away and storming back into the room.

“... What the fuck are you doing?” You ask.

Sergei... Has somehow shoved half his index finger into the poor bastard's right ear. There's already blood draining from the canal.

“Aw, I'm just playing around! Right buddy? It's just a wet willy!” Sergei taunts, twisting the finger around and inciting more howls of pain.

A: “ENOUGH! Don't do this shit if you don't have any information coming out of that loud mouth of his!”

B: “God dammit... Are you going to be able to pull your finger out of there?”

C: “Well knock it off! We can't ask him questions if he's deaf.”

D: “... Well, go on then.”

>>3696146
>C: “Well knock it off! We can't ask him questions if he's deaf.”
Fucking Sergei

>>3696146
>C: “Well knock it off! We can't ask him questions if he's deaf.”

>>3696146
C: “Well knock it off! We can't ask him questions if he's deaf.”

>>3696146
C: “Well knock it off! We can't ask him questions if he's deaf.”

>>3696146
>“Well knock it off! We can't ask him questions if he's deaf.”

>>3696146
>C: “Well knock it off! We can't ask him questions if he's deaf.”

>>3696146
>C: “Well knock it off! We can't ask him questions if he's deaf.”

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>>3696146
C:

You hold out your arms in disbelief.

“Well knock it off! We can't ask him questions if he's deaf.”

“I don't think you two need to ask him anything else.”

You look back to the door, seeing that Sawyer has obscured her face once again, but she's not the one who had spoke.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ToQHC12y8KE

Walking past her side is a man in a black long coat with a matching tie resting over a white dress shirt. Draped around his neck is a loose white scarf, and above that is the face of a smirking Chinese man hiding his eyes behind a pair of pitch black glasses.

“... Mr. Chang.” You address him. It's a pretty safe assumption that this is him, and you're proven right as that smirk turns into a small grin.

“Hey there! You two must be Balalaika's new dogs I've hard about.” He greets, approaching you first and giving you a handshake.

“Really sorry about all the trouble. Damn your suit looks like shit...” He comments looking at your clothes.

“I'll send you a replacement, it's the least I can do... Why is his finger in his ear?”

“Ah, you're the mister Chang Shenhua has spoken so highly about.” Sergei begins his barrage of words, yanking the finger out with a wet pop.

“Allow me to introduce you to your biggest fan.”

Sergei bows and gestures his arms toward the tortured punk, his eyes looking at the ground in a state of shock.

“Please tell me you got something out of him before you broke him.” Chang pleads, frowning at the sate of him.

“Just the name of all your problems: Taslim.” You inform him, and you see Chang's face shift into a serious glare down at the near dead thug.

“... You sure that's what he said? Nothing lost in translation at all?” He asks, putting a hand inside of his coat.

“Sure is! He also said he was a geezer and--”

There's a deafening crack that cuts of Sergei and leaves your ears ringing. You look at Chang beside you, and furrow your brow at the sight of his smoking silver plated gun.

The thug had a bullet burrow directly into his forehead, and as he finally slumped into the floor from his death you couldn't help but feel the need to ask questions.

A: “What are you doing?! He could've told us more!”

B: “... So what is it about that name that makes you want to shoot people?”

C: “... Can we go now?”

D: “He wasn't the only one, you know. There's got to be 50 others just like him. So what are we going to do about it?”

>>3696369
>“He wasn't the only one, you know. There's got to be 50 others just like him. So what are we going to do about it?”

>>3696369
>B: “... So what is it about that name that makes you want to shoot people?”

>>3696369
>B: “... So what is it about that name that makes you want to shoot people?”

>>3696369
>D: “He wasn't the only one, you know. There's got to be 50 others just like him. So what are we going to do about it?”

>>3696369
>B: “... So what is it about that name that makes you want to shoot people?”

>>3696369
D: “He wasn't the only one, you know. There's got to be 50 others just like him. So what are we going to do about it?”

>>3696369

E:
Give him a tired but slightly irate look.
He could have told us more....
“... So what is it about that name that makes you want to shoot people?”

“He wasn't the only one, you know. There's going to be to be 50 other replacements like him.

>>3696369
D: “He wasn't the only one, you know. There's got to be 50 others just like him. So what are we going to do about it?”

>>3696369
>B

You give him a tired look, it's not like you dragged him all the way down here to die after one question.

“... So what is it about that name that makes you want to shoot people?”

Chang pulls a cigarette pack from his coat, fishing one out and lighting it.

“It's just something that I didn't think would reach here, that's all.”

“Oh come the fuck on. You can't leave us with that after working the guy like that!” Sergei complains, and you're worried that his disrespectful tone might bring consequences.

Surprisingly, Chang seems more laid back than you anticipated as he throws Sergei a shrug.

“Well, no one told you to do that. I probably would've had to deal with this on my own anyway.”

“So? You know how crazy and mysterious this shit has been for me?! Don't blue ball me when it comes to knowing more about Taslim and his league of hobos!” Sergei snaps back, earning a smoke filled sigh for his trouble.

“If you must know, I can show you something that'll make you want to stay out of it for good.”

You're curious as to what that could even be, and you intently watch as he fishes his wallet out next.

“I don't know why I held onto it for so long, I guess I'm still mystified that I had someone of this caliber at my side for a while.” He explains, handing you a worn photograph taken from one of the leather folds.

You take it at look at it keenly, feeling Sergei trying to peek at it from around your shoulder as well.

The colors are faded, but you're looking at a photo of what appears to be... Shaolin Monks at a temple?

“... Get the fuck out.” Sergei is the first to react, looking back and forth between the photograph and Mr. Chang.

“He's the mean looking one in front.” Chang tells you both.

You see the monk he's talking about, as his eyes are strikingly hateful compared to all the similar looking monks in the photo.

“He was there in the early days, running things in Kowloon before merging his band of killers with my organization.” Chang explains, taking the picture back.

“Then we had a falling out... But before he could go to war with me I had already come here. I guess he took a personal offense to me refusing to paint the city red with the blood of our men.”

“Fuck, man? You had a Shaolin fucking monk batting on your team! Mishka, you know how many movies are based on the tough bastards?!”
“No, and I don't care.” You respond negatively.

“Good. So we understand that you don't have to involve yourself further.” Chang adds, turning away from you both.

“I'll let Balalaika know what happened. You guys can hand off that package to one of my men and they'll deliver it, you two should just go home.”

A: “If you insist.”

B: “... Sure, Mr. Chang.” (Lie)

C: “... Sir, I'm not finished with this.”

D: “What if he comes after us anyway?”

>>3696619
>A: “If you insist.”
>"And no, Sergei. We are not going to a dojo to learn kung fu so you can reenact a movie by fighting him."

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>>3696619
>A: “If you insist.”

>>3696619
Supporting >>3696662

>>3696619
>“If you insist.”

>>3696619
>A

You think it over, and decide you're too tired to reenact one of Sergei's obnoxious movies.

“If you insist.” You yield, handing over the package you had collected from Chang's recently departed men.

“What? Aww... Fucking buzzkill.” Sergei bitches.

“Thank you... And I also wanna say thanks for dealing with the bastards that minced my boys.” Chang thanks, giving you a wave.

“Of course, Mr. Chang. Happy hunting.” You give him a nod as you step past him, but before you head out you and Sawyer exchange a small wave.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lwBvUhMod1A

“Man... What a first day on the job.” Sergei comments as he follows you out.

“No shit... You hungry?” You ask him.

“Hell yeah! All this running around and popping caps has me starving.” Sergei exclaims, but you stop and turn your head back to give him a confused look.

“...Popping caps?” You ask.

“You know, shooting dudes.” He explains, and you should've known better than to ask.

Rolling your eyes, you continue down the hall.

“... Do you think there's a McDonald's here?” Sergei asks as you both reach the car.

“... I want to say no, but that place spreads like HIV.” You answer, climbing into the passenger's side.

“Fingers crossed then... So tell me, man, you really gonna let all that slide? I mean, look at what you went through.”

You just lean back in your seat, closing your eyes and letting them rest.

“What I went through was what I can expect for the rest of my life here. None of it should be personal, it's just part of the job.” You answer.

There's something special about what happens in the next few moments. After you respond... Sergei remains silent, as if he was satisfied enough with the answer to not press further.

The engine starts, and you're soon finding yourself lulled to sleep by the low roar of the engine.

[To be continued next session]

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>>3696862
Stopping here because things seem to be dying down. We'll pick this up tomorrow my guys.

Let me know if you like where this is going and leave questions or whatever. I'm gonna play vidja games.

>>3696866
I like where this is going

>>3696862
Excellent quest. Keep it going; I'm invested in Mikhail's adventures in Roanapur.

>>3696866
Big CIA tiddy when

>>3696866
Fuck. I was playing EDF 5. Sorry QM.

>>3697095
Don't be sorry. Who else is going to stop those aliens that look EXACTLY like humans?

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>>3697095
>apologizing for protecting mother earth from alien attacks

>>3697113
That mission was in France. Got a good laugh out of that.

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>>3697113
>>3697143
Also
>Mission 23
>We have overcome the barriers of culture, language and skin color to build the society we have today. … How do we resolve the conflicts with our neighbors? … We engage in dialogue, that is the only way to resolve conflicts.
>Mission 24
>All negotiations have failed. It's not that we can't express ourselves, it's that they never wanted to talk in the first place.
>So it's only us thinking that we're both humanoids.
European Migrant Crisis Simulator is another name for this game as far as I'm concerned.

>>3696662
Wait, hold on.... What if... Sergei learns to shut up in the dojo?!?!!

They always demand quite and respect for the place and the sensei, right? What if part of the training is something that will teach him to talk less or metaphorically give Sergei a muffler?

>>3697183
Nah, fucker would somehow stumble into the dojo of a drunken master and get even more obnoxious.

OOC that'd be cool.

>>3697190
We'd have to find a drunken kick boxing master first.

He may even be too drunk to speak coherently except for two or three words in Russian. I say, it worth a shot. Plus we get better at melee, since we are a melee heavy oriented guy.

>>3696862
“... This is bullshit.” You curse, looking down at your noodles and beef bowl.

So you get this hot meal, and they give you two sticks to eat it with? What the hell?!

“Mishka, you're joking right? They're chop sticks.” Sergei asks with a small laugh as he easily manipulates them into shoveling food into his mouth.

“These cannot chop anything! How do you do this?!” You ask once more, getting frustrated with every attempt to pinch the noodles between the sticks.

“I can't believe Mr. Social Grace here has never used chop sticks... Wrap it around them like spaghetti, man.” Sergei snickers.

“If I'm supposed to eat like they are spaghetti, then why do they refuse to give forks?!”

You're growing more and more irritated, even when you get the hang of it you're still mad.

“I thought you got over your baby tantrums when you're hungry. You always get on my ass whenever I complain about something.” Sergei points out, but you just growl at him through a mouth full of food.

For something made on the street in a third world area, this was pretty delicious. If it wasn't for the goddamn food sticks, the setting sun and the sea breeze reaching your old wooden table would've made it a wonderful dinner.

“... So that little guy in there was really a chick under all that?” Sergei asks, bringing up what you had told them prior to being served.

“Uh-huh.” You nod, more focused on your food at the moment.

“Alright... So Balalaika, Shenhua, Crazy girl, or Revy? Pick one.”

You look up at your brother with a deadpan expression.

“Pick one to what, Sergei?” You ask monotonously.

“To fuck! Come on, bro! Isn't it obvious?” He asks with a wily grin.

You return to your food.

“I don't consider them romantic interests.” You try to reject, but he pressures you into giving a real answer.

“Fucking isn't always romantic! I bet they're all down to do some kinky shit if you ask. Just humor me and pick one!”

A: “... Revy.”

B: “... Balalaika.”

C: “... Shenhua.”

D: “... Sawyer.”

E: “Oh, you really think so? Let's go find one and you can ask them yourself. Come on, playboy!”

>>3699320
>“... Sawyer.”
Small and cute trumps everything.

>>3699320
>B: “... Balalaika.”

>>3699320
>C: “... Shenhua.”
Miss me with Revy, no being attracted to the boss, and Sawyer is scary. Not a tough choice.

>>3699320
>D: “... Sawyer.”

>>3699320
>B: “... Balalaika.”

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>>3699357
here's a pic for reference of why this should be the case

>>3699556
Are your eyes alright, anon?

>>3699320
>C: “... Shenhua.”

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>>3699634
Are yours?

>>3699634
I have nothing against sawyer personally but it's like comparing good art in a local town gallery to art in the louvre

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>>3699648
Fuck, apparently mine aren’t. Here’s a better one

>>3699320
>D

Jesus... If you don't answer now he'll bug you about it until you're dead.

“... Sawyer... But I wouldn't do something like that. She's been through enough as is from what I've seen.”

“... Really?” Sergei asks, seemingly puzzled.

“I mean... I know you were into that faggy goth shit when you were younger with that long hair and tight leather pants shit but... She seems a bit too extreme for that, yeah?”

You stare daggers into Sergei's soul.

“Don't ever bring it up again.” You warn him.

“Alright, alright sheesh... I'm just trying to understand why the psychopath in eyeliner gets you going.” Sergei says with a defensive shrug.

“She doesn't 'get me going' asshole. You wanna know why I like her? Because unlike you she's quiet!” You shout, beating your fist on the table and shaking the dishes atop it.

“... I figured it was her personality. The little headcase has no titties or ass.” Sergei resigns, finishing up his bowl.

“Fuck. You.” Is all you can retort with, silently going back to scarfing down your food.

***

The rest of that night had been uneventful. You went home, slept, and woke up to start the next day. You were still curious about Mr. Chang's affairs, but it was in the back of your mind. If you weren't needed, it would never concern you.

Your home's landline is called, and you soon find yourself leaning against a wall with a phone in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.

“Mikhail speaking.” You inform the caller, taking a sip after. The only people who would call this place with Hotel Moscow, since they're probably the only ones who even know your number exists.

“Splendid. How's your arm?” The smoldering voice of Balalaika asks on the other end of the line.

“It's insignificant.” You answer truthfully.

“I see. I want to apologize for yesterday. Our friends in the Triad informed me of the mishap, and had I known you would be at risk to any hostilities I would've given you more than a knife to leave with.”

You can almost hear the playful smirk spreading across those ruby lips.

“But from what I hear that's all you needed. You didn't disappoint my expectations.”

“It could've been worse if Sergei didn't save me at the last second.” You tell her, and you're immediately met with a sight.

“Yes, I'm not ignorant of your brother's talent as a marksman, but giving him any praise and we'll never hear the end of it.” She groans.

“Fair. What do you need us to do, Captain?” You ask, getting straight to the point.

“First, I wanted to ask... Do you believe in God?” She inquires, remaining silent as she awaits your answer.

A: Yes.

B: No.

>>3699671
Sergei truly has no culture.

>A.

>>3699671
>A: Yes.
(if she asks us to kill a priest we should do it anyways, we're not moral gangsters)

>>3699654
>it's like comparing good art in a local town gallery to art in the louvre
Nonsensical. Beauty is subjective.
That said, your "reference" picture looks terrible compared to her official art. Hence my joke about your eyes.

>>3699671
>A
Strange question

>>3699713
I picked it because it looked more realistic, I doubt we're 2d and look like anime characters

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>>3699719
You better believe you look like anime characters in an anime quest.

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>>3699727
you mean we look like this?

>>3699671
>A

“Of course. Even Sergei does. Why?”

“I need you to go to church.” She says plainly, and you can't help but feel a bit irritated.

“Captain, I would appreciate it if you stopped making these requests so cryptic.” You request, and in response you hear a small laugh.

“Apologies, Fedorov. I need you to visit the Rip-Off Church. It's the eyesore on that hill, surely you've seen it by now.”

You do remember seeing it a few times when Sergei was driving around yesterday. Shouldn't be too hard for your brother to find a way up there.

“Odd name for a house of God. What do you need us to do?” You ask.

“Normally we look to them for our drug distribution, but today we're going to be acquiring some AK47s that had been stockpiled during the Cold War. Normally these are reserved for Chang's side and freelancers, but it only makes sense for our motherland's weapons to be returned to us, wouldn't you agree?” She asks.

“Of course.” You answer.

“I'm not going to be delivering them, am I? We'll need a truck.”

“Oh no, they'll be doing all the heavy lifting. I just need you to confirm the shipment has arrived... Oh, and Fedorov? Be careful. That church earned its name for a reason, and if a mistake is made it won't just be you getting swindled. Understand?”

“Yes, Captain. We'll be on our way.”

You hang up, looking through one of the doorways leading the the main room of the home. From this location, you can clearly see Sergei still sprawled out on the sofa from last night.

You chug the rest of your coffee and hurl the mug at him on the couch, smiling to yourself as it bounces off his stomach and startles him.

**

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k9p4B6s0j4U

“Ughhh... Why do we have to listen to your depressing shit?” Sergei drones, sulking behind the wheel as he drives.

“Because we listened to your obnoxious trash yesterday.” You answer with a cigarette hanging off your lips.

“Can't fucking believe the CD player has this AND Hip hop on it. Who's fucked up playlist is this?!” Sergei complains, doing a right turn that almost hits a nearby curve and shakes you both.

“Someone from Hotel Moscow. Stop whining.” You order him, trying to enjoy music that doesn't make you want you to go on a 9mm diet.

“I bet we're going to get attacked again today too. Fuuuck...” He refuses to listen to your request, resting his chin hazardously on the steering wheel.

A: “If we do, we see Chang immediately. His problem would become our problem at that point.”

B: “So? We'll just kill them again and move on. They'll learn eventually.”

C: “You think so? Then you go in first. Just scream if you need me.”

>>3699831
>“So? We'll just kill them again and move on. They'll learn eventually.”