Roleplay Part 3

"Eggs 'n' bacon, just like them damn ol' days" I replied with my best hillbilly accent, while pointing upwards to the surface. I was happy for the company. I rarely felt this fit and rested before a travel as I did that day. To loosen up a bit I poured him a glass of cognac. "So, what do you think of this Andrey-guy?" I asked, mouth full of scrambled eggs and bacon.

 

ok sounds good, boris

As i ate the group started to slowly form at the bar. i ate until darkbringer nodded at me, i decided now was the time to get more familiar with them. So i walked over to darkbringers table and sat down, he was stuffing his face with eggs and bacon. when he finished talking to vlad i took out and lit a smoke then offerd one to darkbringer. so "how in the hell did you end up in this mess, i thought you called it quits years ago in alexeevskaya" i asked him as the smoke ploomed. then quickly i leaned over to him and wispered to him "do you think we can trust boris, i mean his plans good but when it comes down to life or death can we count on his hand"?

 

Names had never been the strong side of Dima, and I thought that calling this Andrey "Boris" might have hurt Vlad. But I decided to only indirectly mention it.: "I do not know. I don't think Andrey cares if we live or die, but as long as he may benefit from our survival, he won't kill us.". I took a puff on the cigarette, then continued: "Or that's my theory, at least.". It was quite a coincindence that I had only just asked Vlad the same question as Dima asked me, and it lead me to think that none of us really trusted this Andrey. And why should we? So far he'd only kidnapped our friend, and toldt us that he was an assassin. I also found it odd that even though he was a fellow ranger, I had never seen him before. Or had I?

 

OOPS! your right darkbringer i had a brain fart, thx for reminding me. off to school now!

 

I woke up after a long night of sleep. To my surprise, I was the last one to wake up. The man named Andrey was still standing in there, doing nothing. "Good morning, Andrey, and well met. I assume we will be meeting here again before we head on withour mission. I will be quick" I said and walked out without my gear, without waiting for him to reply. All I was wearing now, was my old grey urban camouflaged uniform. I had ate earlier the other day, and I rarely had any lust for food just after waking up, so I was not any hungry.

I went straight to the hospital where I encountered an unconcious Mikhailov. I walked over and looked down at him. I tried poking him, but he did not response. I looked around in the room and found a doctor that had fallen asleep in his chair. "Doctor!" I slightly yelled, and the doctor woke up on command. "May I ask what the status for this man is?" I asked as I pointed towards Mikhailov. The doctor stumbled onto his feet and walked over to Mikhailov, inspecting him. "Ah, I'm sorry, but this man is in a deep coma although he strangely enough tends to be twisting around as if he is having a bad nightmare. We will be feeding him through a medical system, but it cannot go on like that forever. There's no telling when he'll wake up" the doctor answered, almost eagerly. I nodded and said "Alright, thank you" before I left.

I made my way to the bar where I ran into the others. "Although Mikhailov has only been with us for a short while, I am greatly sorry to announce that he will not be taking part in our future endeavours" I said loudly for all to hear before I pulled out a stool, sat down and bought a can of hermetic peaches. Its great taste overflowed my tongue and my whole mouth. "May I ask again when we will be leaving?" I asked as I leaned onto the counter and looked to my left at all their faces.

 

"Nicee, havent ate Egg n bacon for quite some time, this will be great" pouring me some cognac i thanked Darkbringer after which he asked me abount Andrey, i did not trust him at all, but Steven's life is at risk "I don't trust him one bit, he may have been a ranger or a US Army officer but it is not ethical to just kidnap someone just for money, i know these are dire times but still, hes putting his life on the line and if he harms Steven, he will regret touching him, but right now all i can do is play his game" i drank half of the glass of cognac and started talking again "Wolf would never want Steven dead, he trusts him and knows that Steven would just not simply kill, we need to get to the bottom of this and fast, i dont think we have much time left" i drank the last of the cognac "Spasiba!" i said to Darkbringer after which the egg and bacon came to us, i started to eat the food like i was starving and so far it was the best i have eaten in a long time, heh even darkbringer ate like mad, then another strange figure appeared and greeted me, he introduced himself as Dima and was a friend of Darkbringer's i said hi and we started to discus this Andrey person after which he mentioned Boris's name which i replied "That man does not have the honor to receive that name, Boris was a fellow squadmate and like a brother to me while Andrey is just a bounty hunter and a mercenary." i took out my cantine and filled the glass with my vodka and drank it all in one go and i looked back at darkbringer, "Ok, im done we should meet the others back at the room, but first i will go around the place to get some supplies, meet you there." i paid the bartender(or whatever he is called) for mine and darkbringers food which was a total of 2 grade bullets and set off to get supplies, mainly ammo

 

I did not make it to protest against Vlad paying for my breakfast, but just thanked him afterwards. "Ok, see you at "the room" guys," I said and wandered off to the room, with the broken hinges. One of the grunts - or was it a mafioso? - intentionally bumped into me, but to my amusement he was the one who got out of balance and almost stumbled. I must have laughed out loud, because next thing I knew he had drawn his revolver and pointed it at me. "Real funny, huh?" He said sarcastically. "Let me show you my kind of fun," He continued, then slapped me with the grip of the revolver. The sharp pain went through my bones, and I felt slightly dizzy. I felt for bleedings with my hand, but I didn't find any. He laughed at my pain. I kneeled down as if it was to recover, but it was only to get a good centre of gravity. I took two step to gain speed then launched straight at his belly, my head under his right arm. He had the air knocked out of him, both by the surprize and the massive force. I did not let go of him and carried him around five metres, still running, before slamming him into a concrete wall. He collapsed on the floor, and did not move. I knew it wasn't very polite, but I asked "Who's laughing now?" to him before leaving him. I knew he was still alive, though, from his gasping for air. It seemed to be everyday business, becuase the crowd that had gathered soon dispersed again, and I went into the room.

 

when darkbringer left the table he ran into "pudock", the local theif and self proclaimed badass. i worried, but only for pudock. i knew darkbringer and understood his skill well. when pudock drew his pistol i knew it was over for him, but when he whipped darkbringer i was suprised. his temper must have grown over the years. but then darkbringer sprinted forword and kindly escorted pudock to the concrete wall. i finished my drink then headed of to "the room", on my way a walked up to pudock who was on all four's. i quickly introduced my boot to his ribs and with a groan he fell over again, i bent down and reached into his pocket picking up a wallet. darkbringers wallet. pudocks trick may have fooled darkbringer but ive known it for years. "filthy scum" i threatend him as i picked up his rusty revolver, i put it to his head and cocked the hammer. "p-p-please d-dont kill m-me!. i couldn't kill him, i knew his parents to well. so instead i picked him up and tossed him towards his house " run along, before your mother worries!" i shouted to him. he wasted no time in sprinting off, i pointed the revolver and shot the floor around him three times. i then disassembled his gun as i walked back to "the room" with a giggle.

 

Darkbringer, Vlad and the one called Dimitri sat around the table until Darkbringer and Dimitri went to "the room" to gear up, leaving Vlad alone. Now it was just me and Steven sitting by the counter, with only the space of one extra stool inbetween us. I took another peach and chewed it slowly, sounding like a meat grinder to myself in the strange silence between us. "So..." I said slowly without looking at him while I dug around in the can slowly with my spoon. He had been beaten up, thrown around and spitted on by words lately. The least I could do was to not do the same. "How are you feeling, Steven?" I asked as if I did not know, although I believed I did.

 

when i got back to the room darkbringer was putting on his body armour aloneside some others. "hey, heads up!" i tossed him his wallet. he looked a little shocked, but kepted his cool. "now just how did you get this?" he questioned. "that punk you umm... ran into". one of his hobbies, but don't worry i think we taught him a lesson in manors. he smiled a little. i was mostly geared up already from my spare time this morning so i just sat down and cleaned the visor of my gas mask. waiting for the group to finish gearing up.

 

"I will give you half an hour to make sure ur ready. After tht we will head north and through Lubyanka station. Dont worry about the reds we will pass with no worry. Then we can gear up at the station if u so wish to. Then we will head out to the reich. There is a small room a hundred meters from the guard post. Ill brief you on what to do there. Dont worry about it right now." i continued while looking at my family pictures. I felt depressed.

 

i lit a cigarete,then looked around the room. everyone nodded. "ill keep an extra eye on Steven, we cant afford another one of his...episodes" i mummbled behind a cloud of smoke.

 

i stared at Steven while he talked with a shameful face. i put away my pictures and stood up. i went outside and waited for the others to get ready. they still had some time to ready themselves but i was ready. suprisingly i wasnt nurvous at all. actually quite excited about this "mission".

 

I had nothing more to say, so i stood up and snuffed out my cigarete butt with the tip of my foot then walked outside. i joined andrey at the bar as we waited,i ordered a bottle of shroom vodka and poured him a glass.

 

I looked around the station for supplies when i bumped into that little girl that i saw when i fought with that stranger that tried to kill me, she looked at me happily and started to talk "Hello mister, thank you for helping me with that mean man, here have this." the little girl gave me something, it was a cross, just like the one i was once given by the Chaplain in Cursed Station, but i lost it on the way here, each person in Cursed wore one to ask God for help, each one of them had initials carved in the back and when i saw it i was terrified, V.o.C was written on the back and i was the only one who had his name starting with V...Vlad of Cursed, i looked back at the girl but she disappeared, its like she never was here i didn't even hear her walk, much doubt was now present in my mind but i had to move on, i went to the bullet shop and bought 5, 5.45 cartridges and i saw a flashlight attachment as well so i bought it, lastly the sealer had 2 flares up for sale and i took them as well, now that im equipped with ammo i went to another shop and bough some medic kits and a few throwing knives, i am prepared so i headed back to the room the team, and i saw Andrey in front of the door, i still had the cross in my hand so i decided to put it around my neck, whatever gave this to me must have a meaning, i lost it long ago and i don't even remember where, i approached him looking at him i asked "Soo, whats the plan Andrey?"

 

I went after Boris and Dima, then lit another smoke. The thought that it was just as much the smoke as the radiation, that had people die young, struck me, but I quickly recognized it was nonsense. I checked one last time if my equipment was in place. It was, and I started carefully sharpening my knife. It was my "precious", a reminder of the time before the nukes, and a deadly weapon at the same time. It was an old, and not very good blade, but it seemed to help me when I most needed it. I sat down on the platform, my legs hanging over the edge. Then I took a puff on the cigarette and looked up at the others with a self-confident attitude.

 

I sat alone in a dark corner of the pub, swishing the old whiskey around in thought, I wanted to go see if steven was alright try and help him out, after all being an ex-nazi myself I could always relate to him maybe make him feel abit better but I hated bringing up my past soo I just sat there and took another swig of the foul tasting drink waiting for one of my comrades to come find me and tell me it's time to set off

 

we sat. waiting for the rest of the group, few words were exchanged. What does one say when faced with the unknown. we past the time tinkering with our guns and gear. darkbringer sharpend his knife, which by the way has saved our ass' more than once. I smoked a cigarete while i while i spun the cylinder on my M1985 Nagant over and over again. It had been awarded to my father for his bravery in world war 2, but he gave it to me on his death bed. i charished nothing more.