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Kipshasz
Kipshasz


Undefeatable Hero
Elvin's Darkside
posted November 10, 2015 05:57 PM

Silver Sword (IC)

Another perfect day...

Middle of May in Novkavnogrod. A beautiful Friday afternoon. sunny weather, and plenty of things to admire on this fine day.

In a parking lot of a casino a blac mercedes was parked. I did it's job well to blend in, although it was the oldest car in the lot, when compared to the machines it was parked next to. Two men sat in it.
- Who's the target again?- Asked a man on the passenger seat. He was wearing urban camo pants with combat boots, a tank top telnyaska, and a light leather jacket. He took a sip from a can of kvass.
- Some indebted prick. Ginger hair, shoulder length, mid forties. supposedly today he wears a white suit or something like that. Liosha asked him not to rough him up much- His companion answered. He wore forest camos and boots, along with a black t shirt. His head was shaved clean, but the driver of the mercedes kept a dense black beard.
- F"ck. If that moron won't throw money left and right to dickheads who have no intention to pa him back we wouldn't have to stink here all day.
- He'll come, Shaman. Trust me. That's his little sh1tty sports car right there- The bald man pointed at a red ford probe parked at the end of the lot.
- He'll be stupid to come Vlad.
- Will he? He's an addict. And he needs to feed his addiction. Besides, he knows he's f^cked. Liosha want's his cash.
- I guess you're right.- Shaman replied and lighted up a cigarillo.
- Hey, Shaman, you ever heard the joke about a refrigerator?
- Go on.
- So , the fox announces a contest to the animals of the forest. whoever comes up with the best ending to a poem, will win a fridge. the beginning is "duet silni veterok, krutica metelica((strong wind blowing, snowstorm whirling)). So, wolf comes up first and recites "duet silni veterok, krutica metelica, chujam ja milu milu, nichuja nimilica((I am milling with my dick, and nothing f$ck is milling)). Then the bear recites "duet silni veterok, krutica metelica, deset ja jabal karov, ne adna ne telica(( I bleeped ten cows and not one got calves)), so then a rabbit jumps up, grabs the fridge, and recites while running "duet silni veterok, krutica metelica, cholodilnik ni pizda na traich ne delica((fridge is not a pussy, cannot share it with three))
Shaman laughed along his comrade. As he blowed out one last smoke cloud he pointed at a man in a white suit.
- Look Vlad. This one?- He asked. Vlad looked at the photo.
- Yeah, it's him all right. Let's go get him- He said as they exited the car.
They caught up with the man and Shaman grabbed him by the shoulder.
- Let's go for a ride.- Shaman said. The man struggled a lot, but eventually Shaman and Vlad got him on the back seat of Vlad's mercedes.
- Where are you f@ggots taking me?- The man asked angrily.
- For a threesome!- Shaman replied as he knocked him out.
moments later they were on the road.
- Ugh.- Vlad grunted.- How come he couldn’t send his torpedoes to take care of him?
Shaman laughed.
- These numbskull imbeciles of his would stick out like a sore thumb. Remember the mess they did when picking up that package of dope a few months back?- He said while inspecting his pistols
- Yeah. We had a blast cleaning it up after all.- Vlad inhaled the smoke of his cigarette.- Still can’t believe that Max did that.
- Don’t  remind me.- Shaman placed his guns in their holsters- I wonder how it did turned out for him though.
- Good I guess. Otherwise he’d be sleeping in the office now.
- Yea- Shaman took another sip of his drink- it’s a good call. Rather strange that Max is under the thumb of her. Like a f$cking cuckold.- They both laughed.
Vlad turned serious for a moment.
- Word on the street is that Maxim is working extra jobs behind our back. With the rooskies.  All of us heard that.
- Interesting.- Shaman said. He had suspicion of Max dealing side jobs behind the company’s back, thus losing them their profits, but Shaman was a bit reluctant to believe such gossip.
- Tell me Vladimir, do I look like a b1tch?
- No Shaman. Not at all. You're a bad motherf^cker with balls of steel. But no b1tch.
- Then why these b@stards try to f%ck me like one? That's what I get for helping them.- He sighed. They were almost at their destination. A warehouse/store belonging to the rooskies. This was usually the place where the russians distributed their drugs to the small time dealers, as well as threatened and tortured those who do not comply with their demands. the meatbag on the back seat was one such man. The local boss of the Russian mob was also one of the biggest loansharks of Novkavnogrod.
Vlad and Shaman hauled the knocked out man into the warehouse, guarded by some men most likely in their thirties. they did not posed much threat to skilled former soldiers, but none the less tried to look as intimidating as they could.
- Here's your present Lioshenka- Shaman said to the mob boss. Shaman alone had the balls to call him that.- Now hand me the cash. Liosha gestured to a man who handed them a briefcase. it held about 5 thousand in 50 euro bills. Shaman recounted them, just to be sure
The man was woken up and held by the table. The mob boss was wielding a simple hatchet, one could buy at any hardware store.
A painful scream echoed through the warehouse. Liosha had hacked off the pinky finger of the man in debt to him.
- Listen here. You have one day and nine fingers. But I won’t wait for nine days!
The man mustered up his remaining bits of courage.
- So then what? You’ll cut my cock off?
Shaman and Vlad chuckled. The mobsters looked at each other, a bit confused.
- Maybe we can get a deal fellas, you can also need my services. I have coffins worth twenty grand!
- This is gonna be good- Vlad whispered to Shaman. He responded with a smile.
- I don’t quite get it. You want to bury me?- Liosha appeared to be angry- I will sap you! AS A PRICK! WE WON’T NEED ANY COFFINS! Get the f%ck out of here and bring me my money by tomorrow’s noon. Got it? Now get the snow out of here!
- What about the finger? Give it back, maybe it can be sown back on.
- You? Sown back on? You’ll get it once we get the cash. You won’t come up with that, we’ll add you to the f&cking finger! Get THE F$CK OUT! OUT YOU F%CKING PIECE OF HORSESH$T!
The man went to the exit, sobbing and clutching his damaged hand.
- It's been a pleasure- He said.
- I guess your goons will take it from us if he fails to cash in? We have more important things to do than be your goddamn errand boys.- Shaman said as they walked out.
A few moments later they were back in the PMC HQ.
- Vlad, be so kind, and get the rest of the team. Save for Maxim. Doing side jobs behind our back. It's unforgivable. That deal with the silicon breast implants I can let slide. But not this. You help a guy out, and this is how he thanks us.- Shaman sighed and lighted up another cigarillo.
- On it.- Vlad said as he began dialing a number on his phone.


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War-overlord
War-overlord


Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
Presidente of Isla del Tropico
posted November 10, 2015 07:25 PM
Edited by War-overlord at 19:27, 10 Nov 2015.

Hans Süddorf put his book down on the kitchencounter to look at the clock. 17:30. He shrugged and turned his attention back to the large pot on the stove. After taking the lid off, he smelled with a few audible sniffs, the ends of his long moustache dangling dangerously close to the Brunswick Stew.
"Should take about 30 more minutes," he said to nobody in particular. It had been too long ago that he had had the time to make Brunswick Stew and he was looking forward to it. Even if it was a inferior version with chicken and some leftover pork from yesterday. Even though rabbit should be available somewhere in this city,  American pine squirrel and possum would be a lot harder to come by. For a reasonable price.
"Sasha should also be back soon.....ish," he said again to nobody in particular.
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Neraus
Neraus


Promising
Legendary Hero
Pain relief cream seller
posted November 10, 2015 08:16 PM

-Min... Ah... Ah... ACHOO!- Turi let out a powerful sneeze -Ma por... This damned humidity, maleritti Arena, it's their fault I'm here freezing my bones off...- Turi complained to himself, even though it was May he managed to catch a cold.

He was reading a newspaper while he was relaxing on a couch, even though he wasn't paying too much attention at the headlines, but still from time to time he commented on something.
-A shooting? It may be due to mob wars? Why are these folks even surprised, it's so damned normal nowadays... Oh look, America and Russia are at their throats again, didn't they need to break a wall to make peace last time? Will they have to break a building this time?-
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Kipshasz
Kipshasz


Undefeatable Hero
Elvin's Darkside
posted November 10, 2015 08:32 PM

After finishing his cig, Shaman went to the HQ's kitchen to get something to drink. The HQ came packed with various accomodations, including bathrooms, kitchen which doubled as a dining room, a rec room and a bedroom, which was more or less fashioned after army barracks, but it didn't had bunk beds.
It basically had the necessities for members who wanted to stay over for some reason.
- Hey Hans- Shaman said while opening a fridge- What's cooking?- Shaman asked while he browsed for something to drink. The freezer was stuffed with meats and frozen veggie packs for the most part, while the fridge itself held less food items and was stuffed with various drinks. most of the beer though was in it's cases in the pantry. in the fridge there were unfinished cans or bottles with post it notes stuck on them, with a warning written on them, to stay away.
Shaman picked one of the few remaining kvass cans.

- Remember what you, along with the rest of the guys were saying about Maxim?- He asked while popping a can- I'm pretty sure you know, that the bast@rd had been double crossing us for quite some time. Which means he's got to disappear. permanently. We'll discuss more, when the rest of the guys get there.
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"Ashan to the Trashcan", "I got PTSD from H7. " - LizardWarrior

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kiryu133
kiryu133


Responsible
Legendary Hero
Highly illogical
posted November 10, 2015 08:42 PM

The door creaked as Olgoi entered. Settling down a bit away from the table, she started waiting for the rest.
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Gryphs
Gryphs


Supreme Hero
The Clever Title
posted November 10, 2015 08:54 PM
Edited by Gryphs at 21:05, 10 Nov 2015.

"Whats Sax got in the pot?", Vladlena asked as she sat down near Turi. Her stomach growled, she sighed, then took a kiwi out of her coat and began peeling it with her knife.
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Herry
Herry


Bad-mannered
Famous Hero
100% Devil
posted November 10, 2015 09:02 PM

A silent figure walked in and closed the door.
Alex just leaned on the wall while saying, "You're making all this fuzz about Maxim... What's up with the guy?"
After that, he took out a cuban cigar, lit it, and smoked it.
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Neraus
Neraus


Promising
Legendary Hero
Pain relief cream seller
posted November 10, 2015 09:17 PM

-Iddu nun se cura degli affari ri famigghia...- Turi said while lowering the newspaper: -Or more properly, he seems to be grabbing us by the ass, or so I've heard...-
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Gryphs
Gryphs


Supreme Hero
The Clever Title
posted November 10, 2015 09:24 PM
Edited by Gryphs at 01:27, 11 Nov 2015.

"Quite a bit of ass to grab if he is grabbing for your's Salvo", Vladlena says smirking. "Are we eating before we get to work by the way?", she asked Vlad as she took a bite of her kiwi.
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War-overlord
War-overlord


Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
Presidente of Isla del Tropico
posted November 10, 2015 09:29 PM

When asked what he was making, Hans Süddorf simply thumbed to the big whiteboard on the wall next to the stove that read "BRUNSWICK STEW + KAISERBRÖTCHEN" in big black marker.

As a response to the "news" about Maxim, he simply said:
"I always had my misgivings about "that convict"," Süddorf always referred to Maxim as "Convict" or "that convict", "If you're stupid enough to get caught once....." Süddorf didn't finish the sentence. His implication was clear enough.
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Kipshasz
Kipshasz


Undefeatable Hero
Elvin's Darkside
posted November 10, 2015 09:31 PM

- Well first of all, he took us all for morons, and thought that he could hide his little side earnings from us. making us a a company look bad.- Shaman said- Secondly, he's been using my good will, and being the poor on son of a b1tch that he pretended to be got everything he has now. I took him in when he had nothing but clothes on his back, and gave him a job. And this is how he's repaying us all. by laughing it up with the f^cking rooskies.- He paused.- I have my limits. I really do. This time he pushed me too far. We're going to do this nice and easy. and probably it'll show the rest of the upstart pricks not to f£ck with us.
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"Ashan to the Trashcan", "I got PTSD from H7. " - LizardWarrior

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Neraus
Neraus


Promising
Legendary Hero
Pain relief cream seller
posted November 10, 2015 09:50 PM

-Ah, well played... Oh min... ah... ah... ACHOO!- Turi sneezed again -My uncle was bigger though, we liked hiding fart bags on his chair, good times. Shame he's dead...-
-So, Capo, I guess an horse's head isn't enough this time, right?-
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Gryphs
Gryphs


Supreme Hero
The Clever Title
posted November 10, 2015 10:02 PM

"Fatter than you? Could be worse I guess one of my old bosses was so fat he hid his keys in it, still ate his lard every day though. Speaking of which.", she turned to Shaman,"FOOD. WHEN?"
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Kipshasz
Kipshasz


Undefeatable Hero
Elvin's Darkside
posted November 10, 2015 10:05 PM
Edited by Kipshasz at 22:08, 10 Nov 2015.

- As much as I like that, we're not harming an innocent and useful animal for it, because it's not a warning. We'll shake his world from the foundations. First, his finances. Alex, firstly I want you to hack into the banks that he keeps his funds in. They're scandinavian ones, so it should be pretty easy. relocate his savings to one of our offshore accounts in the swiss banks. Then have his own accounts frozen. Next, I'll want you to break into the database of the Novkavnogrod housing registry, and change up some documents on his real estate. selling off that five room apartment would nail us some spare change at least. That should keep you occupied for a while. Sal, you have some friends with the Italians, if you could ask them to steal that new beamer of his, it would be appreciated. they could keep it or sell of to the rooskies for spare parts, I don't care. And  please, get yourself some cold meds, before you infect us all. - Shaman paused.- Now I really wanted to keep her out of this, but, no loose ends. I'll need you Olgoi, to "take care" of his wife. She likes to hang out in the Center during the day, but it has to be a silent job so you'll have to swap you mosin for something else. I'll check in with Bronislav later, the old man should supply something suitable. Then it'll be for the rest of us to snag him and drive him out of town. I know a place in the outskirts of town, an old farmstead of sort used by moonshiners. We'll pop him there. Me and Vlad will go through our contacts and make sure he doesn't skip town.
Shaman took a deep breath.
- I don't know when the food's ready, ask Hans for this. He's on kitchen duty this week.
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"Ashan to the Trashcan", "I got PTSD from H7. " - LizardWarrior

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Gryphs
Gryphs


Supreme Hero
The Clever Title
posted November 10, 2015 10:13 PM
Edited by Gryphs at 01:39, 11 Nov 2015.

"I know that, I wanted to know if I had time to eat it, I take it I do?,"she said.
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Neraus
Neraus


Promising
Legendary Hero
Pain relief cream seller
posted November 10, 2015 10:21 PM

-Now that's going to be fun! I still have to get some wine from them as I was promised, I'll talk to them, but before that...- He looked towards Hans then, after turning towards Vladlena said: -Come on, I'm not that fat, I barely eat two plates of food usually!- he said while laughing heartily -And anyway, I'll melt what's left of my belly once this training gives me the effects I have been waiting for.-
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War-overlord
War-overlord


Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
Presidente of Isla del Tropico
posted November 10, 2015 10:24 PM

"T-minus 9 minutes, Vladlena." Süddorf replied. "You can have your two Kaiserbrödchen now if you're that hungry, but then you won't have anything for dipping when the stew is done."
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Gryphs
Gryphs


Supreme Hero
The Clever Title
posted November 10, 2015 10:28 PM
Edited by Gryphs at 01:39, 11 Nov 2015.

"You will be waiting for those results forever", she said to Salvo smirking slightly. "I'll be fine I can wait a few minutes", she said to Hans.
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Herry
Herry


Bad-mannered
Famous Hero
100% Devil
posted November 11, 2015 12:35 PM

"Alright, I'm on it. And if you want, I can get the who and where about the rooskies. They ought to have some extra-dough we can get."
Alex then took a pack of cigarettes and tossed it towards the group.

"A pack of cigarettes a day keeps the hunger away."

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Kipshasz
Kipshasz


Undefeatable Hero
Elvin's Darkside
posted November 11, 2015 02:00 PM
Edited by Kipshasz at 17:25, 11 Nov 2015.

Shaman was the first to put down his spoon.
- Well that was filling. Saved me a twenty which I would've spent at the Fort.
- I thought you like the Fort.- Vlad said.
- Not on Fridays. Today it, along with the rest of the bars will be filled with rich elitist dorks who buy out all the bottles of Jack and whine how f%cking difficult their life is. Besides, no band is playing today either. No point in going there.
- I'm heading home.- Shaman said.- We'll start sorting this Maxim mess tomorrow, although it will be good to have his bank accounts suspended today, so the bast@rd doesn't try to skip town. Be seeing you.- Shaman went to the garage area of the HQ. there were the various vehicles of the PMC, as well as the personal cars of the mercenaries. Shaman's own car was a bit decked out UAZ-469 Although it did not appeared as much, it had a powerful engine, a reinforced frame, and several other modifications, as well as modified interior, to accomodate an aftermarket stereo, which was missing(because Shaman was to lazy to buy one), and more comfortable leather seats, and a gear shift knob with a rose, made by soviet convicts, a little trinket which Shaman once found in an antique day at the Station Marketplace.

AS he drove out of the HQ, made a few phone calls, making sure that the ferry dock and the airport won't let Maxim pass. escape routes on land were left for Vlad to take care of.
He drove through the town to Bronislav's shop. It worked late, for such a store, and closed up at nine for the most part. Shaman still had time to spare.
The store itself was stylised as any other military surplus store. It even had display yard for some of militaristic vehicles. no APCS or such, mainly some offroad vehicles, both tracked, wheeled and amphibian kind.
Shaman picked up a large sports bag from his car and entered through the door. A store clerk was sitting behind the desk, while some customers browsed the selection of surplus clothing and camping gear.
- Evening Vania, I'm here to pick up my merchandise from the special stock- He said to the clerk.
- Allright, go right in- The clerk said, while nodding at the door behind him. Shaman pushed the buzzer button near the door. It opened and Shaman entered. The room was packed full with weapon crates, ammo boxes and cardboard crates with weapon mods in them. There was also a gunsmithing workshop and ammo reloading areaas well.
Bronislav was an old man by looks, with long gray hair, and a bald spot on the back of the head and sported the handlebar mustache. he wore simple jeans and flannel lumberjack shirt with suspenders.
- Ah, Aleksandr! come in come in! I was expecting you- He said as he putted down an AK-47 that he was cleaning. They shook hands.
- So, you got it?
- I did. No problems. here they are- Bronislav showed boxes with two laser sights for pistols and two more casket mags for the AN-94.
Shaman counted off the sum of money that they had agreed on.
- Listen Bronislav I need a silenced piece. For a sniper.
- I think I have something for you- Bronislav said while he looked through the weapon crates. He then went up to one, and took out a rifle.
- Here. the VSS Vintorez. The boys used it to good effect back in Afghanistan. effective range with the scope on is 400 meters.
- How much you want for it?
- one and a half. cash. This is a friend price. I'll even throw in a case and a night vision sight to. For free. that's what a nice guy I am.
Shaman smiled.
- Ammo too.
- How many?
- 100 rounds should do for now.
- It'll be another three hundred.
- Sounds good- Shaman counted off the sum required and placed it on the table. He had packed the goods into the sports bag.
- Be seeing you Bron.- Shaman said as he exited the back room.
Shaman placed the bag on the backseat and drove home. his home was in a residential district neighboring Brezhnevka. Shaman had bought a two room apartment in a two story apartment building. It was an old house, built some time in the interwar period. Still, it was a decent place to live in, and was renovated last summer.
Shaman parked his car in the lot near the building and entered the stairway. His apartment was on the second floor. As Shaman unlocked the door to his apartment he heard loud music and indistinguashable gibberish coming from the neighboring one. Shaman sighed and entered his apartment.
Shaman's "crib" was built up modestly, most furniture was old. dating back to the times of the Soviet union. The few new things that were here was the TV, the couch which could fold into a bed and a laptop.
In one of the closets of his apartment Shaman had a gun cabinet installed. So far it held only his rifle. Shaman placed the case with the sniper rifle in it, and closed it off.
Shaman's phone rang.
- Yes Vlad?
- It's done. Maxim won't be escaping by land.
- Neither by sea nor air.
- Very good. Good night.
Shaman placed his phone on the table. he unholstered his pistols and tested out the laser sights on them. both fitted perfectly. Shaman spent a few moments calibrating the laser sights, until it was to his specs. Then his doorbell rang. Shaman placed his guns in their holsters, and with one hand on the grip, went to answer the door.
His elderly neighbor was there.
- Eveing Valeria Petrova. How can I help you?
- Sashenka, be a dear. could you knock some sense into them- the elderly woman pointed at the door with the supposed party behind it.
- I'll see what I can do. Go home Valeria Petrova, brew some tea, and relax. I'll sort it out.
- Oh that's good to hear.- She said and went into her apartment. Shaman closed the door and putted on the suppressors on his pistols. He went into the hallway, and knocked on the door of the apartment who were making noise. A young woman who had fresh beating marks on her opened the door.
- May I come in?- He asked. she said nothing and stepped aside. The music playing was some sort of sh1tty techno remix crap, popular with the local youth. There was smell of cheap vodka and weed in the apartment. Shaman entered the living room, where the party goers were having a grand time snorting some sort of drug, most likely amphetamines.
- Heya fellas- Shaman.- Could you do me a favor, and kindly shut the f%ck up and disperse?- His words were like peas to a wall. Shaman sighed and unholstered one of his pistols. He then emptied half the magazine into the laptop and the speakers from which the music was played. The partygoers stood in shock.
- Party's over motherf^ckers. So, like I said. Get your things, and get the f$ck out. There's going to be no more partying in this place. And if I hear anymore stupid sh1t like this, everyone I f$cking find here, will meet the same fate as that stupid laptop. Got it?- They didn't said anything, just hastily left the building. Except with for the woman with the "shiner" on her face, and a young guy in his mid twenties, her supposed boyfriend.
- Hey man, why spoil the fun? It's just a harmless party! C'mon it's friday!- He tried to sound friendly, but in fact was scared nearly sensless.
- You.- Shaman grabbed him by the flap of his tracksuit.- Don't think that I didn't heard the stuff what happened last night, when you beat her.- Shaman placed his pistol by the man's neck.- Now Donnie, I'm going to say this once, I really hope you understand me. Pack your things, and get the f$ck out of my neighborhood. 'Cause if Valeria Petrova is going to omplain about noise in this place again, I'm going to rip your f$cking head off, barehandedly, and use it as a f£cking hood ornament on my car. Capiche?- Shaman said in a calm voice.
- Uhhh... yeah man... sure...
- Good. I want you out by midnight.- Shaman said, and pushed him off to the end of the room. Donnie panicking grabbed a sports bag and started shoveling his clothes in it. He then hastily fled from the apartment and nearly tumbled down the hall, as he ran out of the building.
Shaman holstered his pistol, and gave a 200 euro note to the woman.
- Go buy some new locks tomorrow- He said exiting the apartment.

Once he was back in his own apartment, Shaman turned on the TV and grabbed a beer with some bread crisps, to pass the evening.
- Another perfect day.- He said to himself sarcastically while lighting up a cigarillo, and popping a beer can open.

The next morning Shaman woke up in the same spot he was in. on the couch with TV running. He must've fell asleep while watching a movie.

Having washed up a bit, Shaman contacted the rest of the PMC, to have meet him at the Fort for late breakfast.
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"Kip is the Gavin McInnes of HC" - Salamandre
"Ashan to the Trashcan", "I got PTSD from H7. " - LizardWarrior

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