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Kipshasz
Undefeatable Hero
Elvin's Darkside
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posted November 21, 2015 10:25 AM |
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Shaman went towards where the sauna itself was.
He opened the door and found three more of the bandits, with supposed prostitutes covering in fear.
- Outside. Now!- Shaman said and fired several shots above their heads. The girls ran out, but Shaman knocked out the men. He knew them from their looks, and they were the supposed leaders of the gang.
Shaman dragged them out by the pool area where the execution of the italians took place.
- Why are you bothering with that piece of meat?- Shaman asked Vladlena- Just kill the prick and be done with it. I got their leaders.
Shaman picked up a knife lying on the table and cut loose the captive mafiosi.
- You're in any shape to drive?- Shaman asked them
- I think I am.- One of them said.- thank god you guys came.
- Thank Giacomo.- Shaman said- Speaking of which...- He took out his phone and called the capo.
- It's Shaman. Your guys are beat up a bit, but safe. We've got their main guys. Where? the butcher plant? yeah, I know where it is. Have the cash ready. Be seeing you- Shaman hung up.
- It's settled then. We'll escort you back to the meat factory- Shaman said to the italians.
- Thanks a bunch Al. And you guys too- One of the italians said- We probably would end up dead.
- All of you fellas are made right?- Shaman said.
- Yeah. we are.
- Then these little f£cks are in for a grand time- Shaman said chuckling.
- Payback's a b1tch.- One of the italians said.
Shaman and Hans helped load the knocked out bandits into the Italian's car. They later escorted them to the meat processing plant belonging to the italian mob as one of their legit businesses.
By the plant there was a somewhat luxurious maserati, and Giacomo with a briefcase.
- We can't thank you enough.- He said while handing the case to Shaman.
- It's what we do.- Shaman said.
- Hey, you guys want to stick around..?- Giavomo asked as some of the soldatos of the italian mob dragged away the Kniazi leaders into the plant.
- I think we'll pass. I have to get to the drug store, my elderly neighbor asked for some vitamins.
- Oh, I see. Be seeing you then- Giacomo said.
Shaman dropped off the cash and Hans back at the HQ. the payout for this job was good. Sal did not dissapointed after all. The italians payed out two hundred grand for this simple task. Shaman deposited the money into the safe, then went into the armory with a small notebook and a pen. He payed out this month's salaries to his men, now most of the earnings will go to resupplying the PMC with some new gear. After taking quick notes of what is needed, Shaman went home. It'll have to wait till Monday, since Bronislav doesn't do business on Sundays.
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Gryphs
Supreme Hero
The Clever Title
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posted November 21, 2015 11:46 AM |
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"Had to take the fun out of it", Vladlena answered Shaman before shooting the mook in the head. After they had squared away everything with the Italians Vladlena took her leave of Shaman went home,took a shower, and collapsed in bed.
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"Don't resist the force. Redirect it. Water over rock."-blizzardboy
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Kipshasz
Undefeatable Hero
Elvin's Darkside
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posted November 21, 2015 09:25 PM |
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Edited by Kipshasz at 22:03, 21 Nov 2015.
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Shaman was back home, climbing up the stairs. He carried a little grocery bag, and several large pizzas from a nearby italian joint. the pizzeria itself wasn't a big deal, just your average small venue offering quick and somewhat cheap take out.
Shaman placed the take out on the floor, along with the grocery bag, and rigged the doorbell by Valeria Petrova's apartment.
The old lady opened the door.
- Good evening Valeria Petrova- Shaman said as he reached for his inner pocket of his jacket. He took out several boxes of pills.
- Here's the vitamins you asked for- He said and handed them to her.
- Oh that's very nice of you Sashenka. Just in time too. Thank you som much.
- You're welcome Valeria Petrova, Good night to you.
- Good night to you too Sashenka- The elderly lady said and closed her door.
Shaman went inside his apartment. He ate one of the pizzas immediatly, then booted up his laptop. Maxim's apartment was now the property of the PMC, supposedly used as a dormitory type, for employees to crash when they're too tired to reach their home. Shaman decided to visit the local real estate agency to set up the proper deal on it.
Shaman spent his evening by watching a few movies, eating the pizza and drinking whiskey.
Next morning Shaman got up early. Light mist was in the city. Shaman got dressed, ate the leftover pizza, grabbed his gear and went to his car. There wasn't any new contracts to deal, and it seemed that it's going to be a day off.
Almost...
Shaman was on the coast of the sea, getting some fresh air and enjoying the view, when he got a call.
- It's Takashi- Said the voice on the other side of the phone.
- What's up.?
- I got a job proposition for you.
- I'm all ears.
- Listen, Some street racing punks thought it was a good idea to hijack the last shipment of our goods. With the whole truck.
- So what's the cargo? Electronics?
- For the most part. This is a shipment we can't afford to lose, there is some high value items in there.
- Gotcha. Where did you say those street racers are hanging out?
- The old foundry in the Industrial Prospekt.
- What's the payment?
- three hundred. Half of it in advance, as per usual.
- Sounds good. I'll send one of my guys to pick it up, before we embark on this.
- We'll be waiting.- Takashi said and hung up.
Shaman spat on the ground.
- Well, there goes my Sunday- He said to himself and sat in his car. He decided to let Alex get a day off, since it wasn't much need of a hacking expert on this one. He messaged Sal to go to Sakura's Shade and collect the advance payment. He then texted the rest, requesting to meet him by the old foundry.
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Herry
Bad-mannered
Famous Hero
100% Devil
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posted November 22, 2015 08:28 AM |
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Alex sent a text to Shaman, saying:
"I thought you were going to sell the information..."
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Kipshasz
Undefeatable Hero
Elvin's Darkside
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posted November 22, 2015 09:09 AM |
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Shaman Stopped at a gas station to reply to Alex:
"Not today. We're going to deal with the new russians tomorrow. Hack some ISIS twitter accounts for sh1ts and giggles or something if you're looking for something to do. Or just enjoy your day off, everyone needs rest once in a while. Heard some sort of metal band is playing in the Novkavnogrod Castle today, should be worthy to check it out, if you feel like it."
While on the opportunity, he filled up the tank of his UAZ and grabbed some coffee. The streets were surprisingly empty, even for a Sunday. Shaman quickly reached the old foundry, and that gave him time to look around a bit. He parked his car on the other side of the street, by some woodshop. There were several smokestacks reaching high in the air. A perfect vantage point for a sniper. The gates were left unlocked, and Shaman was sure that the street racer gang hangs out in the inner yards of the foundry. The foundry building itself was a remnant of Soviet era, and when the wild capitalism raged in the nineties, it was one of many industrial object to be privatized and had it's equipment sold off, making a lot of people lose their jobs and eventually shut down. The doors to the inside of the foundry were barred off, and no one, not even the local hobos had tried to get in. weird for so many abandoned buildings you had to have at least one hobo den. But it did not matter. Shaman looked to the backseat of the car. There was the sportsbag with his rifle, as well as several empty paper cups and soft drink bottles. There were also a pair of binoculars in a soft case. that's what Shaman was looking for. He picked up the binoculars and exited the car.
After a short climb through some fences, Shaman climbed up onto a sort of observation platform of a chimney of a neighboring factory.
Shaman looked through the binoculars. There was no doubt, the stolen jap truck was in there. there were several tastelessly customized cars, and about twenty people around them. They seemed to enjoy their little hobby, as many of them were jsut looking at each other's cars and talking about the mods they installed in them. Several were armed with sawn off shotguns or similary modified firearms. As of now, there was no clear indication of how they're going to ship out the stolen goods, as there was no other cargo vehicles other than the stolen truck.
Having been satisfied with his scouting, Shaman climbed down the chimney and returned to his car to wait for the rest.
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kiryu133
Responsible
Legendary Hero
Highly illogical
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posted November 22, 2015 11:45 AM |
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Her head was hurting. Badly. But that was a small price to pay for such a great night out. Looking around, she climbed out of the bed and made her way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water that was gulped down followed by two more. Going back to the bedroom she got dressed and gave the woman sleeping a light kiss on her forehead and went out.
She arrived at the old foundry with a bag, pulling out some large sandwich-like thing and began eating. Headache hadn't subsided but sunglasses helped.
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It is with a heavy heart that I must announce that the cis are at it again.
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Gryphs
Supreme Hero
The Clever Title
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posted November 22, 2015 11:48 AM |
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Edited by Gryphs at 11:57, 22 Nov 2015.
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Vladlena was not particularly happy to have Shaman's call interrupt her sleeping in. Nevertheless she got herself there in what she thought was a timely manner. "Do you know how many?", she asked yawning as she approached Shaman.
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"Don't resist the force. Redirect it. Water over rock."-blizzardboy
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Kipshasz
Undefeatable Hero
Elvin's Darkside
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posted November 22, 2015 12:26 PM |
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Vlad also had arrived, but by foot. He was carrying a backpack, probably loaded with ammo and a good gun.
- I counted about twenty. Could be more. could be less. They were just running willy nilly around their stupid cars, was hard for me to get the exact number.- He said and exited the car.
- Objective is simple. Get the truck. Vlad, you're going to drive it.
- Got it.- Said Vlad who was prepping his sub-machine gun
- Olgoi, your job is to get up there on one of those smokestacks and snipe as many as you can. We're going in after your first shot. And try to pop some tires on their cars as well, we don't want the f$ckers getting away. The rest... well, let's spread a bit and attack them from different flanks. That should work. Ready? Let's do it.- Shaman said as he cocked his rifle.
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kiryu133
Responsible
Legendary Hero
Highly illogical
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posted November 22, 2015 12:48 PM |
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Olgoi Nodded. It was a good thing she remembered to get her rifle and she climbed up the outer ladder of one of the chimneys to the upper platform. She laid down, the rifle pointing out from beneath the iron guardrail and she surveyed the inner area, involuntarily giving out a small whistle at one of the cars. She decided to wait for at least a few more of her colleagues before beginning.
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It is with a heavy heart that I must announce that the cis are at it again.
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Kipshasz
Undefeatable Hero
Elvin's Darkside
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posted November 22, 2015 02:09 PM |
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Shaman and Vlad had picked up perfect positions to launch their attack from. The streetracers were too busy to notice them, and on the other hand, loud music muffled any movement of the PMC team.
With all of them in position, all it needed now is for Olgoi to start sniping.
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kiryu133
Responsible
Legendary Hero
Highly illogical
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posted November 22, 2015 02:55 PM |
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She managed to identify someone to likely be important and fired, hitting him straight at the base of the jaw causing it to fly off, blood spurting.
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Kipshasz
Undefeatable Hero
Elvin's Darkside
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posted November 22, 2015 03:18 PM |
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- SLAVA UKRAINA!- Shaman shouted as he opened fire. The bullet barrage hit many things. Cars, people, old abandoned fluid tanks, everything else in between. The improvised battle cry was meant as a diversion, so that any survivors of this gang won't have any funny ideas. Some loose groups of maidanites did made their way to Novkavnogrod to get supplies or money for their cause. Some were aggressive in aquiring the funds they need. Shaman heard blasts coming from Olgoi's rifle, as well as guns of Vlad and Vladlena. Hans resorted to using his pistol, due to ongoing mayhem in the midst of it all. It would be too risky to charge in axes in hand.
The gangsters retaliated with their shotgun fire, but their aim was way off.
Shaman reloaded and opened fire again, providing cover fire for Vlad, who was going after the parked truck. It was locked however, and Vlad needed to find the keys of it quickly.
After swapping out another magazine, Shaman went after the street racers. One was shot in the head while trying to get into his car. Other was gunned down just moments after he got into his, being shot through the rear window. One panicking, crashed into one of the abandoned fluid tanks and was knocked out cold.
Vlad retreated into cover and got into a firefight with the armed street racers, With Shaman and Vladlena providing support fire.
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War-overlord
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted November 23, 2015 07:45 PM |
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Hans didn't much like having to use only his pistol, but he knew only too well that not being able to use firearms whatsoever was a weakness. And when it came to pistols, he liked his Dessert Eagle most. Not only was it a good shot for it's large caliber, but the weight made it useable as a melee weapon as well.
With a grunt, Hans took a close range shotgun blast to the chest. His heavy armour was made to absorb bullets and the wide spread of pellets from the sawn off barrel would have a negligible change of penetrating the armour. But still the blast made him stagger back.
Quickly looking around, Hans noticed a car door lying discarded not too far away from him. He took a wild shot at a ganger trying to get a bead on him and made for the pile of parts the door was lying on.
As Hans crouched to pick up the door a shot ricocheted somewhere near him. Hefting the door, carefull to have the window face away from him, Hans turned his attention back to the fray.
As he walked back to the thick of the battle, he felt several shots impact the door. Holding his pistol round the side, aiming was harder and he shot one of the gangers in the gut. The ganger fell on his back, releasing his gun and holding his hands against a quickly reddening jacket.
Hans closed the distance to the guy he gutshot, shooting as he went, clipping two more, but otherwise not gravely injuring anyone. As he then loomed over the wounded ganger, he brought down the lower edge of the makeshift shield onto the guy's skull. As he pulled the door back up, there was a large dent in it and an ever larger one in what used to be a head.
As another shot pinged off the door, Hans went to look for a new target.
((OoC: Thanks for the little auto, had a busy weekend))
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Vote El Presidente! Or Else!
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Kipshasz
Undefeatable Hero
Elvin's Darkside
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posted November 24, 2015 03:25 PM |
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((No problem))
Shaman had emptied the last magazine of his rifle, and had switched over to his pistols. there were few opponents left and gunning them down was easy. All ended with one last shot from Olgoi's rifle.
Vlad looted the corpses, and found the keys to the truck.
- Well, that was easy...- Shaman said while looking at some of the cars. few were banged up, but most of them stood surprisingly unscratched.
- I wonder how much a custom like this is worth- He said mostly to himself. He took a closer look at the customized Subaru. The keys were in it.
- We have to comeback here later, Those guys at the docks should give us something worth wile for these undamaged ones. But for now, let's focus on getting the truck back to the japs.- Shaman said. Vlad was already in the cabin to the truck, inspecting it. Soon after the engine started. Shaman and the rest got in their vehicles and escorted the truck to the warehouse district, to the warehouses belonging to the the japanese.
The cargo as appears was intact. along various electronics, there were several unmarked wooden crates. Shaman waited Takashi by the soro of office and examined several boxed aftermarket stereos. His eyes caught one from Kenwood.
- Interested in our merchandise?- Takashi said as he handed a package with the payment.
- As a matter of fact I am. others just sell scratched up cheap sh1t. How much for this one?- Shaman said by lifting the box.
- A hundred. that's a friend price.- Takashi replied. underneath his suit, if you're observant you could catch a little glimpse of the colorful, near full body yakuza tattoos.
- Sounds fair enough- Shaman said and handed Takashi a hundred euro note taken from his wallet.
- Would you like to purchase anything else? We have a wide...
- Perhaps another time.- Shaman said. They both bowed to each other.
Shaman returned to his team.
- Sorry to ruin your Sunday. Let's go nag those cars, shall we?
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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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Gryphs
Supreme Hero
The Clever Title
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posted November 25, 2015 11:46 AM |
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"Lead the way", Vladlena responded scouring her pockets before finding and taking out a small bag of gummy bears.
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"Don't resist the force. Redirect it. Water over rock."-blizzardboy
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Kipshasz
Undefeatable Hero
Elvin's Darkside
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posted November 25, 2015 06:30 PM |
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- Hey, Vlad, you have friends within those transporting cars to the west, Can you get a hauler for us?- Shaman said after lighting a cigarillo.
- Sure, Kolia owes a favor anyways.
- Good.- Shaman said as he looked in the distance. Vlad had dialed the number of his friend and was talking on the phone with him.
- Yeah, the old foundry. That's right. In a half an hour? sounds good. Be seeing you- Vlad finished the conversation.
The team was back at the foundry, and about fifteen minutes later, the hauler came. After inspecting the cars, Shaman found ten of them to be in good shape, without any bullet holes or smashed windows. A miracle, trully, since the bullets were spraying everywhere.
Vlad's friend who was probably in the military himself, payed no mind to the massacre at the foundry. most car hauler firms did deals with the underworld as well, shipping stolen cars through the EU back to Novkavnogrod and vice versa.
The car hauler was quickly packed full of custom tuners, cars which the rich would pay a handsome sum for. With the escort of the team, the hauler reached the illegal car market in the docks. the "market" itself was a docked container carrier, and the stolen cars sold there were kept inside the containers.
The haggling for the price of the vehicles was a short one, due to Shaman giving his mean look, and that he wasn't in the mood due to a ruined Sunday. Each of the tuners cashed in for twenty to twenty three thousand each.
Shaman gave out five thousand to each member of the PMC, as a sort of bonus. He also offered them to come to the Fort for a little drink as well.
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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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Neraus
Promising
Legendary Hero
Pain relief cream seller
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posted November 25, 2015 09:31 PM |
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Salvo, appointed as the collector, went to the Sakura's Shade, as he was expecting the rest of the payment.
Once he reached the establishment he absolutely failed to blend in with the crowd once he laughed at the alcoholic level of sake, but nonetheless, he was simply mistook for yet another disrespectful gaijin, he mentioned something to a waiter and was told to get up.
He entered a secluded room, where three men were expecting him.
-I've been notified of the success of your task.- A man in a suit said: -I guess you're the one sent by Shaman.- -Yes indeed, you owe us one hundred and fifty grands if I'm correct.- -Indeed, those were the terms, one hundred and fifty at the start, and one hundred and fifty at the completion.- -Alright, give me a second.- Salvo opened the case, he inspected the money, he found everything in order, not one note less, he wanted to try and convince the japanese to give him some more money, but ultimately decided against it to not irritate the big guy in front of him.
-Suspicious?- Asked the man in the suit, Salvo answered: -No, just force of habit, you and your men are precise as usual.- he then got up, bowed, and took his leave.
Salvo then got up on his car, and as usual, folk songs from Sicily could be heard at maximum volume, with Salvo singing alone in a Ragusan accent. He arrived at the fort and greeted everyone, then gave the money to Shaman, then said: -I don't look that intimidating alone, but at least they are honourable, here is our payment.- He then launched himself to the couch, waiting for an answer.
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Noli offendere Patriam Agathae quia ultrix iniuriarum est.
ANTUDO
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Kipshasz
Undefeatable Hero
Elvin's Darkside
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posted November 25, 2015 10:23 PM |
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Shaman lowered his pint of Guinness and looked at the package. The Yakuza of Novkavnogrod were the samurai type, with a high respect for the strict code of honor of their ancestors.
- Takashi delivers, as usual.- Said Shaman after inspecting the money I've ordered a crayfish pot for us all.- Here's your little bonus- Shaman said and tossed five grand to Sal.
- And I was hoping this is going to be a lazy Sunday. Guess ours is not a fate for that.- He smiled. Shaman took out his pack of cigarillos.
- Ellie, could you get us an ashtray here?- He asked the bartender. A simple ashtray was served right away. Shaman lighted up the tobacco.
- The remaining cash will be spent on bolstering our equipment. We can't go on without radio anymore, it's pissing me and the rest of you off I know. Do anyone of you have some sort of suggestions ,where we can improve our gear selection? Also, how's your armor holing up Hans? I saw you take a shotgun round to the chest. Will you need any replacements? I'm sure Bronislav can supply it.
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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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kiryu133
Responsible
Legendary Hero
Highly illogical
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posted November 25, 2015 11:05 PM |
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Olgoi had left the rest at first opportunity and had made her way home. Putting her things away, she sent off a quick text on her private phone before once again leaving. It was Sunday, she was free and had a nice lump sum of cash. Now there was little else to do than to relax in the bathhouse.
Once there, she met up with the same woman she had woken up with to together spend the rest of the day in blissful ignorance of the world.
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Kipshasz
Undefeatable Hero
Elvin's Darkside
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posted November 26, 2015 09:37 PM |
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Shaman had spent most of the time with his comrades at the Fort. Each one left the pub one by one, wanting to enjoy the rest of the day. Vlad was the last to remain, but he too went home after he finished his drink. Shaman downed one last beer and payed the bill.
Shaman went outside, smoked a cig and sat in his car. About half an hour later he was home, in front of his laptop, looking at the local new site.
It wasn't long before Shaman hit the sack.
Next morning he went straight to Bronislav with the list of the goods that the PMC needed. After the deal was secured, Shaman decided it's time to call Alex and sell off some information to the new russians in town.
- Get the cache info, and meet me by "Babushka's" in half an hour- He said into the phone while waiting at a crossroad for the light to go green.
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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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