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I just wanna sleep...
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Just one more day again...one more...I hate long shifts...
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One more day on shift...then a half day to feel human again...adulting sucks.
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@Starlance@FourtyTwo

Victor grins brightly, "Honestly I could answer every question you've all just thrown my way, but I think it'd be alot better for you to hear it from the source herself." The limo comes to a stop and Victor's two warrioress amazonian African badasses open the door for them. Victor someone despite havign to climb over everyone ends up getting out first.

And as the others are clamoring out he's already walking into the midst of what looks like a bustling food court yard. People from the neighbourhood gathering to grab food, sit and eat on available space. It's a view of the simpler people oriented things here. Despite it being in a gang infested area, it's a light amid the darkness. The people seem safe and happy to some extent. The actual fighting perhaps far removed? Who really knows. It seems someone is keeping this neighbourhood from going to the dogs anyway.

Before Hayden even thinks of following though he goes over and pops the trunk of the limo, and digs out the guns. No matter how it might seem that Victor thinks it's safe and the two African Amazons seem unarmed, Hayden is paranoid, and maybe a little cracked and he's not going anywhere without his new killer tool. He slings the WW2 era LMG over his shoulder, and waits for the others. He looks around, "I just feel like we ought to have our iron nearby just in case. Just carry it in a way that doesn't look like we're ready to draw." He waits for the others then starts moving in Victor's wake.

They move through the area with all the eateries and kitchens. Hayden grabbing a free sample of some kind of dried meat, he'll get the squirts from something eventually why not risk it early? He gnaws at the rather nice tasting and textured dried something as they follow Victor out of the courtyard and into the shade and shadows cast by the buildings around them. Some looking like apartments, some looking like corrugated sheet metal made houses. There's brick in places, or mud walls in others. It's a mish mash of the poorer styles of building all over the place.

And then suddenly light. Ahead Victor is throwing his arms open and calling, "Melani! Baby! I've come back!"

The sight that greets the four mercs though as they enter the light is something almost out of a horror movie perhaps. There are people trussed up on walls, hanging by chains, hooks and rope. Atleast three bodies hung from balconies around the large open area. The evidence of having been hung with barbed wire clear as day. Makeshift cages and cells built into the ground. Gang members patrolling the area. And others on the roof tops around. Most of them armed like the toughs and mercs they've seen already.

And sitting on a throne made of what looks like an old buss engine, and four seperate cars is a woman with long dread locks, tattoos and scars on her face, and swinging a long thing shiv in one hand around like it's a conductors baton. She looks over and spots Victor then Hayden, Sean, Bethan and Katrina. The woman, obviously Melani growls, "Victor, what the shit are you doing here again? And who the fuck are those four? You're bringing people here without letting me know? Who the fuck are they?"

And Victor, only grins, as if the horror of the yard around them is invisible to the man.
Sorry for the long wait I have a post in the works. Just had a very hefty week so far.

Give me abit longer.
@FourtyTwo

I beg your pardon? My soul and mind are pure as fresh powder on the face of the Rocky Mountains. The nerve of some people.

Hehe

I see my one off has been brought new life. Hahaha I shall always remember the original though
@Gunther

oops I must have missed that. I'll go read over it again and make some changes.

EDIT:

Post has been changed to add the agreement. Sorry about that Gunther, I must have lost it in that knot of text there. Terribly sorry.
@Jamesyco @VeyrinDay @FourtyTwo @Laser Kiwi @Gunther

Howard Davis


Howard sighed heavily. And shook his had, "Calls to mind very dark memories of the American Indian and First Nations people." He shakes his head and shrugs going back to his drink for now. He can't exactly fault Oliver really. But yeah can't change everyones mind. He just hums then leans forward. Here comes another of the Crazies in this group. Not that he's one to talk. He did business with a whole other group of crazies before. This is just a new batch. It almost felt like he's the only normal one of this crew really. But they all meshed and gelled rather well so why change anything. Crazy can be good.

Ban Kingo


Ban got to his feet and went to the fridge, out from it he pulled some pork cutlets and smiled, on went an apron...where he got it anyone has yet to find out. It's like he just pulls it out of thin air. He's even managed to produce it out in the field when he's making scorpion kabobs. And to the counters he goes. Reaching up towards the rack of cooking implements he brought with him. Fine Japanese style cooking ware. Knifes and cleavers that have their own hamon. The knives, forks and tongs cleaned and honed to mirror finishes. Out from the wood block he keeps them in, he looks at the edge then passes a Honing Steel stick over his knives quickly. He nods, "Now let's see...a fine cut. Yes this won't take long."

Ban can be a whirling dervish of death and blood on the battle field. But to see him working in the kitchen, gives another angle to his craft. The Pork is sliced carefully, and added to a pan he's prepared, the sizzle of the meat as it hits the oil, spices and a light sauce he mixed up being added. A back up wok because he failed to get his premium one used with oil and water, various vegetables. He's a ever moving image of precision and care as he works. The scent of cooking food soon filling that corner of the rec room. A grin of pure unadulterated professionalism on his face.

The appetizers are brought out while he's cooking. Grabbing one of the bottles of whiskey at one time. Turning to the crew and with a grin, a turn of his hand and WOOSH! A tower of flame as the whiskey is added to the pork. Crackling and fire and back onto the heat. An artist in the kitchen, a beast on the battlefield.

Before too long he serving plates of well cooked whiskey and homemade hoisin cooked pork slices with a wok cooked vegetables with a hint of a spice. Elegant for something he just tossed together. As he cleans his tools, he watches from the kitchen, the biggest smile on his face as he samples his own creation.

Later during the briefing


Ban is finishing clean up and listening closely to the briefing. He hums, "A time locked vault. Expensive. Useful." He sniffs and finishes with his cleaning. Listening close. The Ex-Yakuza's eyes darting around as orders are given. And then they are moving to get kitted up.

Howard moves as soon as the order is given. He's making his way over to his little corner of the armory. He nods to Skye, "Long Rifle, Arctic Ghille, picks and cleats." He nods looking at his equipment, pulling things off the wall. The Lynx of course. Kitted to hit flesh just as hard as it hits materials. In other words there will be quite abit of red mist when he's done. And from the mass of hand made, carefully kept ghilles at white, silver and grey cape ghille, with white, grey, and black toned jacket, shirt, pants and boots. He's quickly dabbing on his Hunters Mask paint. Then grabbing the rest of his kit. A snap-click the bow is small enough to carry across his chest, the quiver at his hip. Tomahawks, bone handle knife, back up carbine. And then the Lynx. And in place of where Howard was shortly before a Yeti. Holding a rifle big enough to take out a light armored vehicle.

Ban is also at his section of the armory. Armor, padded hat, the whole she-bang before he even touches his weapons. His rifle strapped across hia back, machine pistol at his hip. And then with reverence and care he pulls the katana out of it's padded position. A light jerk and the blade slides free, silver edge, with the almost tsunami wave like hamon of the blade gleaming. He checks it for defects, brushing aside abit of fluff from after he drew it. Careful not to touch the mono-molecular edge of the blade. Then with care the scabbard slide back over the blade, and he's belting it to his side.

Their outfitting complete Ban heads to the helipad, using the time to walk there to paint on a a kabuki mask. Waiting by the V22 for the rest of the team before he boards.

Howard joins the early birds at the helipad, decked out in ghille, rifle most apparent held over his shoulder. He looks about, in his off hand he's carrying a parachute pack, ready to strap on and go. He boarded up behind Ban when he does and plunked himself down beside Mazi, "Lasagna ready." He nods to her as he eases down.

Ban took a seat turning just as he does as Mazi waves at him. He leans over, "Yes Zamiyr-san?" The questions if he could carry the blasting caps is asked and he hums, "I shall give them to you before I enter close combat with the enemy then." He nods taking the wooden box, and carefully placing it within the small combat pack he has on his back, as he perfers to travel light when in combat.
@Kumbaris

Daddy, Daddy Crane


After the night and the very nice meal, it was back to the HQ then to his hotel down the way. It'd been a good night, slightly dizzy from drink and good company. And the sleep that night had been full and good. Despite his hitch hikers playing some kind of convoluted card game into the early light of the day.

But the next day had come around and he'd woken, done his morning routine then walked into the main area of the hotel room, grinning broadly. The three dieties laid out in the living room. He summoned his tomahawk and conjured the ruins for wind and sound, and with a bang set off a burst of thunder. Setting the three gods to scrambling in shock and surprise. Each of them giving him a angry glare afterward, Micheal just laughing his balls off by the looks of it.

A little bit later

Mikey and the Gods who are still groggy show up. He joins the group in planning.

After abit he raises his hand, "Uh hello, I'd like to accompany the team going to Minsk, I feel my skill set would be very much useless with paperwork. I hope this is okay."

He smiles brightly and almost casually reaches over and smacks Whiskeyjack across the back of the head as he tries to balance on Raven's head, "Stop that..."
Ban Kingo


Ban hums sitting on one of the ottomans quietly listening to the music. Though his head jerks abit as the guards rush in. Asking after the Old Man, well not really old, but even Ban can tell he's experienced a great deal of things. And his experience will be a great gift and boon to the team. He'd also seen the flicker of movement. Looking around as the guards search, all the places you might expect. It's not until there's that skitter-clack-pinkle some of something outside the room that he spots something else. Howard is at the fridge, somehow suppressing? No not quite suppressing more like actting like he's part of the room. A state of misdirection. And Ban really only got the sense of him out of the corner of his eye. Not really looking at him. So as the guards dash off and Howard seems to just form from thin air he gets to his feet, and bows to the older man, "Hakase Davis, your skill is amazing. like you are one with the environment. I am in awe."

Ban then bows around the room as the others join them. Calling polite greetings as the other members of the team also filter in.

Howard Davis


Howard gave the young ex-yakuza a nod in thanks. But as the young Northman enters Howard's face hardens. He has to lean back on the counter to really contain his rancor. He takes a deep breath, "Do not take my words as an insult Mr. Black. But do you know the true meaning behind the lyrics of that song? What they actually mean? I should not be so insensed but the massacres of the past on my ancestors that the lyrics of that song were founded upon, make it quite insulting." He chuckles, "Though I know that probably means little. And will not sway you in the admiration of it. As it's clear you like it. But please. Could I ask you, Not in my presence?" He sips his apple juice to calm his personal anger, muttering under his breath about, "Army attacks" and "peaceful camps" and "bloody uncalled for charges". He sighs and turns away.

Ban


Ban clears his throat.

Awkward!

He calls to Oliver as the Northman walks to the kitchen area, "If you need assistance Black-san, I can render it. My clan used to pair finely cut pork over a wonderful stir-fry when it came to whiskey." He mimes chopping and cutting motions, "I can go get my wok."

There's the Yakuza cook again.
@Starlance@FourtyTwo

As the Limo moved along they spoke. Victor smiling rather brightly. Deviously even, "Ahhh so a quartet of prime grade mercs came on into this grand nation for so many different reasons. Ahhh seems like a grand fantasy almost. So few come here for reasons outside of wanting to cause hell." as if to prove his point the limo rounds onto the high way, and rounding another bend there's a four car pile up and there's fighting between SAMC and COGS mercs on the side of the road. Several dead bodies or people dying. But the traffic just moves along. It's almost like being on an East Indian road where it's four lanes across but there are 10 lanes worth of cars side by side. It's incredible. And almost no one seems to be worried about the fire fight in fact.

The lyrically speaking Amazon clicks and sings something and her partner hums, "Just a minor scuffle sir. Looks like the COGS folk will win though." Victor hums. Watching as they pass, "Everyday it gets worse. Mr. Muloway the CEO of SAMC, is expecting something big. So we're starting to...stealthily prepare." The Driver clicks something and looks over her shoulder at Victor admonishingly. The other nodding, "Sir...is it wise?" Victor waves them off, "They're mine my dear. I'll tell them anything I damn well please. Obai and the others on the Board can kiss my ass when I'm briefing my own." A very clear hint of possessiveness there. Almost dangerously so. He clears his throat. "Sorry...that may have come out wrong." He leans back on his seat, "I'll explain at some point."

He goes silent just for a little. Then takes another breath. But is cut off as Hayden says, "Sir listen...can we just you know. Find out what's going on? You said we're meeting someone?"

Victor blinks and seems a little lost then smacks the side of his head, "Ahhh I forgot I'm sorry. I'm just so happy you see. Yes yes." He sniffs, "You see, I have more work for you. But if I start utilizing such an effective team like yourselves so much so quickly, the other board members will get a sniff of it. And they'll try and take you. So I'm not so much renting you out, as loaning you out with a high return to a friend of mine let's call him." Ahead a sign, for several turn off coming up, "Outside of the company lands like where we all met, there is lines of power drawn across the city. One big job like the one I gave you is a taster. But someone else I know can make a great deal of use of you all." One of the signs ahead reads, Downtown another Bayo'yigai Residential and a third Tiulo Slums both the slums and the residential on the same turn off. And that's the way the limo turns.

Victor grins, "I'm taking you to meet a gang lord. Name of Melani Bowaylo, opposite of a thorn in my side Edgar Malkia. Melani, runs a gang that deals in protections, drugs, guns and land scams. She could use your help maybe against Edgar." His eyes narrow, "I urge you to stay away from Malkia. Edgar Malkia is a blood thirsty, blood drinking psychopath. Who kills women, and chops mens hands off with a machete from what I hear. Almost cut one of my girls up there once." The second of the two turns and taps a spot just behind her ear where there is just a faint scar, "He tried to cut me when Victor and I went to talk to him."

Hayden nods, "So you want us to work with this Bowaylo?" Victor smiles and nods as the Limo rolls into the slums, "Yes. Both gangs operate out of Tiulo here. Luckily we're already in Melani's turf. so there won't be any molotov's thrown at us as we drive." He grins, "You'll love her. Melani is a gem. Just be ready to fight if you encounter some of Malkia's savages."
@Gunther

Looks like Howard has another sniper to pal around with.

Very nice
@VeyrinDay

Do not and I repeat...

...do not...

ever apologize for post length. It happens.

My fault for not realizing someone was posting either.
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