Roleplay Part 3

i catiously looked at Steven take his kalash. i didnt mind. i wasnt gonna kill him so there was no need for him to kill me. but who knew? he might get a outburst again. whipe us all out. i stood up and got a little more comfortable. and turned around to take a drink of vodka. i rubbed my tatooed neck. and stretched.

 

Andrey had a straight forward but good plan, when he finished i said to him " i know a guy on the red line. He was in my brigade in the old world, i can pull a favor from him. He can get us past the red front line,but after that it's up to you to get us through. As i finished steven said " ya wolf wouldn't kill me " "so i get my weapons back"? He didnt wait for an answer, he just stood up walked over to his kalash. I tensed up a bit. Well thats enough story telling for me im hittin the sac, were gunna need the energy. Sweet dreams! Haha

 

"no need," i turned around,"i have a ranger pass, meaning i can pass through the red line and hansa easily." i continued then sat down and took ut my revolver. added a laser indicator to it. and began to polish it. "im not sleeping today," i firmly continued.

 

Suit yourself, but pass or not its gunna get dirty soner or later. I closed the door on my hut,sat down and began sorting my things. It had been so long since i used my rifle that it had started to rust. As amazing as my aek-973 is its a bi#ch to maintain. "Looks like i wont be getting much sleep after all" i chuckled to myself.

 

lol im just waiting for the others right now

 

I had not been sitting for long when I decided that I could not just walk away like this. I put the whiskey in the backpack, the katana back in the holster on my back, put on my backpack and walked back to the place where Steven had been dragged into the room. Listening to their conversation, I revealed that Steven had appareantly been a brainwashed Nazi once. The way he had acted so strangely earlier that day.. it was not the first time he had done so.

I remembered when we had been in the building close to the nazi caravan. I walked from the roof down to the first floor where I had discovered Steven acting strangely as if he was having a huge headache. I never had any idea that he was a nazi until now though. But yet I was not surprised. I did not know why.

Some of them went to sleep, which I figured would be a good idea for myself as well. I walked around the corner and into the room where they were sitting. "I will be going to sleep now. When are we leaving tomorrow?" I asked as if they knew that I knew of the oncoming mission.

 

ya im waiting for "morning" to. got to go to school sadly, so i wont be back till 2:30. but if u do leave the station u can bring my character if u want so i dont fall behind in the story.....sorry

 

" its 8pm right
Now. We wake up at 6am. Im gonna actually go sleep. I need the energy."

 

apon cleaning my pistol i noticed it had an empty shell jammed in the barrel. i guess i was lucky i didnt need to use it, i thought to myself. after 20 min of cleaning i grabbed a heavy cotton bag, inside i kept 3 rdg-5 hand grenades and a small brick of c4, i had aquired them by raiding a small military camp set up on the surface, near the kremlin in the first few days of the war. i carefully pulled them out and added them to my chest rig. " hah..now i can finilly get some sleep" i mummbled.

 

I suddenly felt extremely tired. Perhapse the cognac had also done it's bit. But my weapon needed cleaning and I was looking for an upgrade, so i had to go the the gunshop before I could go to sleep. I recognized Ivan as the shopkeeper, and he seemed to recognize me as well, as he said: "Hey, Carl! Good to see you here! Special offer, just for you my friend - undermounted flamethrower for you weapon! Very cheap only for you - 150 bullets!". 150 was cheap for such an extraordinary weapon, but I could perhapse do a little bargaining. "180 bullets and I get that drum mag as weel." I said, pointing at an RPK drum mag. Actually it didn't matter if it was a drum mag, as all Kalashnikov's magazines were interchangeable, if only the caliber was the same. "Deal!" Ivan said promptly. He handed me the flamethrower and the mag and I wandered on to the hotel, cleaning my AKM on the go. I fell asleep as soon as I hit the bed.

 

Red light is on, red light is on, red light is on! Stand up!... Gear check!... Sound off!...green light is on! Green light is on! Go..go..go!, huh? I sit up quickly. I check my watch, 6:12am. I cant fall asleep again. Every night the same dream, the day my brigade dropped into moscow. Ive had these nightmares ever since my first night in the metro, i gues ive just gotten used to it by now. I stood up and dressed in my full gear, then headed out to the bar. As i walked by i almost tripped on steven, he didnt even budge, he just stared at the wall deep in thought. I continued my walk until i pulled up a stool at the bar. "A shot of your finest shroom vodka" i told the bartender. Just to get the blood flowing. After my one man party i streched all the way to the gun shop, and tradded 2 kalash mags for a silencer to my pistol. When i returned to the bar steven was still juat sitting there. Curiosity got the better of me, so i turned to steven and said" so is it true that your some sort of brainwashed nazi"?... there was n reply. But i did see a small flinch in his eye, i decided it was best to leave him be and turned back to my table to eat my pork and mushroom breakfast.

 

i woke up tired. but i had to go. we still had a hour left so i let the others get their rest. i didnt even have a bag. only the clothes on my back, a silenced revolver with over 40 rounds, a combat knife, and that was it. i went to get some breakfast for a cartridge. it was really bad but better then nothing. i sat their for over 20 minutes lost in a conversation with a young lady. about 4 years younger than me. but then it was time to leave. i walked into Steven who was lost in thought. i pushed him harshly, "Hey Get Up! its almost time to go!" i stated. i went back into the room and rolled up my sleeves. then went back outside to go to the bathroom. i came back into the room and everybody was still sleeping. i sat down at my bunk and took out my old wallet. it had some pictures of my family, and my army friends. i stared at them for a while. waiting for someone to wake. to start the day.

There was noice outside. people already began to talk and start their days. people were arguing, talking, yelling, everything possible, was happening. it seemed as if this was the "Las Vegas" of the metro. nobody stopped living in this metro. it was always energetic, lighting, and fun to be in. Sure it wastn the safest place to be. But what station is? I lived in the agricultural transfer station of Riga for 3 years so i wasnt used to this. and since i traveled around a lot. i wasnt used with anything.

 

Boris, i think i posted right before you cause your story kinda doesnt fit with mine. Because im at the bar already. Do u want me to edit mine? Or do u want to edit yours?

 

just imagiene i went to a different bar. and that u can meet up again. just come back to the room and we can start a conversation before we leave on the mission.

 

I woke up slowly by myself. I looked at my rifle with the undermounted flamethrower. I had to admit, I was a little triggerhappy by nature, and could hardly wait to get to use it. I checked if it was fueled, and it was. I clicked the AKM into the sling and put it on my back. Then I strapped the knife to the holster on my knee. It was the routine of a hard life in the metro. After having put the vest on and put the Beretta in it's holster, I went out to get some breakfast. I found a cafeteria and settled down for eggs and bacon. It seemed wonderful that one of my favorite breakfasts were an option even after the end of the world. But I did not eat much, as I remembered the "accident" after shooting the rats.I found Dima sitting a few tables away. I nodded towards him.

 

I had a few hours of good sleep but then nightmares started to roll in, face of my dead squad mates looking at me and saying that i failed them, that i failed all of them in the defense of Cursed, also Boris was there and he was looking at me, he had my VSV, Spike, in his hands and suddenly he raised it and aimed at my head, he said "You could of prevented my death, you could of just not go after that doctor, all he did was patch me up but not properly healed, maybe right now i would of been with you guys but nooooo, now im dead, but it doesn't matter, i will take you with me." after that he started to fire the VSV and hit my three times, i could feel the bullets in my chest, the nightmare was so real i felt like dyeing , i feel down on this black floor and i felt like it was all over, but then i woke up, and i saw the rest of my team, some where still sleeping others where preparing, all my gear was here even though i forgot some at the hospital, someone must have brought it here, but now i had to go down to business, i took out my cleaning kit and started to dismantle my weapons, the L85 the L96 and my M1911 with gentleness and i started to clean the interior, first the receiver, then the barrel, internal mechanisms, springs, slides, even the cartridges, its was meticulous and hard work but it pays off, your gun will not mess you up by being leaving bullets blocked in the chamber or some other worse things, i was ready for combat and now waiting for the others. They where still resting and i was hungry so i went outside and visited a nearby cafeteria, i could see darkbringer there as well, he was ordering some food so i might as well join in, i sat on an empty chair next to him and said "Hey Darkbringer, whats for breakfast hmmm?"