Everyone for Themselves (Literate Assassin Roleplay O/A)

[Zion International]

Katya "Two-Mile" Dementyev

The dark haired Russian smirked as Alyssa told a similar story.
Katya placed the glass of to her lips and swallowed another swig. She stared into the glass as she put it back to the bar and gave a smile to Alyssa.

"I'd consider myself more unlucky and lucky since I survived an RPG's kiss but I'm suffering no adverse effects of having limbs amputated or otherwise being handicapped.", Katya replied looking back to her glass before picking up her glass and raising it to Alyssa, "To scars and comrades.", she toasted.

[Sasokata]

Captain Alyssa Vladimir "The Mother of Cruelty"

H e a l t h
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A m m u n i t i o n
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C u r r e n t W e a p o n
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"...Родина-мать бросила меня..."



Alyssa looked at the Lieutenant and smiled. "Lucky you. I've been known in the motherland as the woman who can't die. And my personal favorite, the Mother of Suffering." She said laughing as she put down the bottle of beer and poured herself a shot of Vodka. She tapped her shot glass and looked to the sky. "For Comrades, scars, and the motherland!" She declared as she downed her shot. This shot was harder than the other, probably because the Bartender had saved the best Alcohol she smuggled in for him for the Captain and the highest bidder. "Save the rest of this bottle. Your next shipment should be here in a week. The Good stuff. Straight from Russia." She said smiling as she turned back towards Katya. "Ever hear about the Balalaika around here? The Soldiers who were left over from the 3rd Battalion." She asked grabbing the bottle of vodka and pressing it against her lips, letting the clear liquid slide down her throat.



"...The Motherland Abandoned me..."

[Zion International]

Katya "Two-Mile" Dementyev

Katya tapped Alyssa's glass with a smile, "And to the Tankman, whatever nutty s**t he's doing.", she cheered gulping the rest of her bourbon down.

"The Balalaika corp? I have but never done business with them. I mostly do business with Kentucky Boy but if the circumstances are right I might consider but I'm not sure Tankman would be too happy about it. I'm sure if the Triads tried to pull some s**t with us and Balalaika just so happen to have beef with the Triads at that time, I'm sure Tankman would reconsider.", Katya pondered twirling her finger inside the empty bourbon glass making it spin about the bar.

[Sasokata]

Captain Alyssa Vladimir "The Mother of Cruelty"

H e a l t h
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A m m u n i t i o n
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C u r r e n t W e a p o n
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"...Родина-мать бросила меня..."



Alyssa let out a laugh when she explained who she worked for mostly and shrugged. "Im the Commanding Officer of the Balalaika. We mostly do work for the Organizations around the city. And don't come across the Russian Mob. I run it and I don't take kindly to people killing off my profit makers. Needless to say is if you've got beef with the Russian Mob you have a beef with the Soldiers of 3rd Battalion." She explained taking another swig of her Vodka as she sat back down on the barstool.



"...The Motherland Abandoned me..."

[Zion International]

Kojiwa Red Hood

"He goes about his business in the rain...Slaughtering those across his way...Death and suffering in hopes of a blood rain...", the petite form of a teenage girl sang as she casually walked down the street walk her stride swaying left and right in a sort of a dance, her hard leather boots making a distinct tapping against the concrete.

She was dressed in an odd attire of a black lacy dress overtaken by a blood red button up hooded coat. Slung across her shoulders were two rather heavy and bulky looking weapons. One was an Armsel Striker fully loaded and the other was Super 2 chainsaw with a bloodied guide bar and bladed teeth with pieces of dried human flesh stuck in between them.

She in a dance like fashion pushed through the bar doors and entered the local watering hole where the major figures in this city seemed to be congregating. Some men at the first table looked at her stature, "Hey kid this is-"

"Holy s**t it's Red.", another one interupted. The small girl turned to them with a Cheshyre cat grin, "What was that?"

"Nevermind.", one spoke seeing the freshly bloodied saw strapped over her shoulder.

[Sasokata]

Major Matthew Vicks

H e a l t h
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A m m u n i t i o n
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C u r r e n t W e a p o n
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"...The Jungle is no place for a weak man..."



The Major looked at the little girl who walked into the bar and laughed. It was Red. Of course it was Red. "Little girl over there looks like she just took another life." He said to a Soldier sitting next to him. He had a group of men around him, all wearing Tiger Scout Camouflage with their names and US Army on them. He looked at the girl and thought for a little while. "Hey Red! Over here!" He yelled over the conversing of the crowd around the Bar. He looked at his friends around the Table and let out a laugh as he pulled a cigarette out of his pack located in the pocket below the US Army tape and lit it. He took a drag of it and let the smoke exit through his nose as he took another drink of the beer and looked over at his M134. It was a rather large weapon and we was renown for being able to hold it in his hand and being able to fire it accurately. He took another drag of his cigarette and looked around the bar, seeing the Afghan Butcher. He knew of the guy, hell he had a large bounty on his head. He'd like to have it but after all it wasn't like he couldn't afford to live. Hell his entire group was highly trained and deadly, all veterans of the Vietnam War, Initial Invasion of Iraq, and Afghanistan. He looked at his buddy from 'Nam and let out another laugh as he took another swig of his Beer.



"...Unless your cannon fodder..."

[Vrie Silero]

Coffin

"Speed, Stealth, and Firepower..."

Taking another drink from the bottle, Ryan felt the barrel of a Colt M1911 pressed into his kidney. He immediately set the bottle down, and went for his own pistol, but an Italian accent stopped him, "I wouldn't do that. The Don wants a chat with you." Kofran turned to leave complacently, but grabbed the bottle by it's neck and smashed it over the man's head."Yeah I'm not feeling to chatty right now," Kofran said with a grimace. The Italian stumbled and before he could regain his balance, Ryan grabbed an old trench knife and stabbed him in the gut. Grasping at the slick knife in his stomach, the Italian gasped for breath as Ryan pushed the man and his knife out the front door. Once outside he pulled out his knife and shoved the man into an alleyway. Once on the ground Ryan pulled out his CZ and shot the Italian once in the head.

Going back inside, Ryan looked apologetically at the bartender, "Sorry about the mess, just stick on my tab along with another bottle, please." Getting the bottle Kofran sighed and handed the bartender a fifty dollar bill to pay for his tab tonight. [******** don't know when to quit," he said as cleaned off his knife. When some one mentioned Red, he immediately looked around to see if it was true. Once spotted the little red hood, Ryan finished cleaning his blade before slipping it back into his boot.


Location: the bar
Weapons on hand: CZ SP-01 Phantom (.40 S&W)
Health: mildly intoxicated

[Zion International]

Kojiwa Red Hood

Red turned smiling and waving to the major as he greeted her then to Ryan as he had a disagreement with an Italian. The little teen trotted over to the bar and climbed up on a stool next to her legs not quite long enough to reach the foot stand midlength down the stool.

"What'll it be?", the bartender asked holding up a glass inquiring her to order. Red smiled, "A glass of grape juice, some silverware and a cooking torch."

The bartender long had learned not to question Red's requests and brought her what she asked in which he was met with a ten slid toward his way. The bartender put a cutting board slab in front of Red, "I won't ask what it is but I will ask you not to sear it on my bar."

"Fair enough", the girl said pulling from her coat a wad of wax paper holding something soaked in blood. She unraveled the paper revealing a thin slice of red meat. She laid out the meat and started singing it with the cooking torch until it reached a rare status before she started to cut into it and take small bits of it into her mouth.

[Sasokata]

Major Matthew Vicks

H e a l t h
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A m m u n i t i o n
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C u r r e n t W e a p o n
███████████████▌▌ General Electric M134 Minigun (7.62x51mm NATO)


"...The Jungle is no place for a weak man..."



Matt looked around the bar and stood up. He watched Coffin shoot the man and contemplated lighting him up. But with the Speed of the minigun he would probably shred the man to bits and have a load of collateral damage. So he decided against it. "Night's nearing an end. Let's hurry up and finish this job. We need to raid a Cargo Boat heading for India. It's loaded with armed Soldiers. We need every amount of lead we have. Get to the PT boat and prep my M60, XM16, and my M21. Oh and load another Thousand round Backpack for my Baby. We'll rally up at point Yankee in Half an hour. Let's Move." He said holding his Minigun at his hip as he walked out at a fast stride. "Wish me Luck Guys!" He yelled as he exited the Bar with his comrades. He immediately headed towards the docks, dodging the speeding cars. He looked at the indoor dock the Paramilitary Corps owned and walked inside. He looked at the large Patrol Boat which was armed with an M134 and had a large number painted on the side, the number read 04. The Patrol Boat the Group had found in Cambodia and restored to it's original condition, along with some new features. He climbed aboard the boat and looked at his M60E1 which was resting against the hull of the ship. "Might as well wait here for a while." He said to himself as he walked to the front end of the boat and laid down closing his eyes and covering his face with his Tiger Scout Camouflaged Boonie Hat.



"...Unless your cannon fodder..."

[Zion International]

Pavel "Tankman" Losev/Katya "Two-Mile" Dementyev

Together we are...

The Gruesome Twosome

Pavel had packed up the Corolla on the tractor trailer with his sentimental tank which was now wrapped up tightly pack in the camouflage tarp it came in. He was now driving back to the bar where Katya insisted on being dropped off at. He thumbed through his phone while holding the rig's wheel and switching gears.

At the bar Katya was entranced by this little girl and was interrupted as her phone began to ring. She pulled it out form her coat and thumbed it open, "Speak."

"I'm almost to the bar. Time to leave.", Pavel's voice replied back to her.

"Fine...", she sighed closing her phone. She looked to Alyssa, "Captain, it was nice meeting you.", Katya said reaching for a napkin and a pen scribbling her phone number on the square then sliding it to Alyssa, "Personal calls only I'm afraid. Do svidaniya.", she said before heading to the entrance.

By the time she exited Pavel had pulled up in the rig. Katya looked the large vieled object on the trailer and pointed a finger in inquiry.

"Nunya", was all Pavel said. Katya shrugged and walked around to the passenger side and stepped in. The truck switched in gear and pulled away.

[Sasokata]

Captain Alyssa Vladimir "The Mother of Cruelty"

H e a l t h
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A m m u n i t i o n
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C u r r e n t W e a p o n
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"...Родина-мать бросила меня..."



Alyssa nodded and saluted quickly. She took the napkin and shoved it in her Greatcoat pocket then exited the bar from the back entrance. "Be expecting your shipment in the next few days or so." She said before closing the heavy metal door and walking through the alleyway. She suddenly stopped when she saw a man standing in the dim light with a knife. "Don't-Don't hurt me.. please!!" She said in a scared tone of voice, mocking the man, but forcing him to engage her in hand to hand. Her specialty. The man let out a laugh and charged her, knocking her down. "Bad idea ********] She said forcing her palm in his nose, breaking it instantly. The man jumped back screaming and Alyssa jumped up and pulled her Tokarev out of it's respective holster. "May god have mercy on your soul you sick b*****d. Tell the Devil Captain Alyssa Daniels sent you." She said pressing the pistol against the man's head and pulling the trigger. As she pulled the trigger the man screamed until the round pierced his skull and went wild in his brain. The man died instantly and Alyssa walked over his body and readjusted her greatcoat and walked towards the Hotel.

When she arrived at the Hotel she walked inside and towards the elevator. Her pistol in it's holster now. "Evening Comrade" She said to one of the Armed Spetsnaz Guards outside the elevator. The man nodded and opened the elevator for her. She walked inside and pressed the button for the penthouse suite. Her office. When the Elevator stopped, on the 12th floor she exited the elevator and sat down in her seat behind a large oak desk. Her desk was filled with reports of successful drug sales and international Trafficking successes. She looked them all over and nodded. The Income was at an all time high. Mostly because they had been Trafficking Slaves from India to wherever they were wanted.



"...The Motherland Abandoned me..."

[Vrie Silero]

Coffin

"Speed, Stealth, and Firepower..."

As people began to filter out of the bar, Ryan turned to Red who was eating a strip of rare meat. "What you got there? Wait never mind... As long as it's not human I'm cool," he said as he finished his beer. He looked over her shoulder at her Striker and chainsaw. The blades of the chainsaw where covered in blood and bits of flesh. "You have fun today?" The Petty Officer asked with a grin tapping the bar for another beer.


Location: the bar
Weapons on hand: CZ SP-01 Phantom (.40 S&W)
Health: mildly intoxicated

[Sasokata]

Major Matthew Vicks

H e a l t h
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A m m u n i t i o n
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C u r r e n t W e a p o n
███████████████▌▌ General Electric M134 Minigun (7.62x51mm NATO)


"...The Jungle is no place for a weak man..."



Matt woke up about half an hour later when his Men boarded the boat and the sound of their black Jungle Combat Boots slapped the steel of the Boat. He immediately jumped up and readjusted his Boonie hat and grabbed his M134. "Give me my XM16. Now!" He said putting the Minigun in one of the compartments located in the boat's body. A soldier nodded and tossed him a fully loaded XM16E1 rifle with the standard 20 round STANAG magazine it came with back in Vietnam. It was the original deal, with the original Stock, Carrying handle, front handgrip, and the pronged flash hider that was phased out during the final years of Vietnam with the introduction of the M16A1 rifle and CAR-15 Sub-Machine Gun. "Thanks Staff Sergeant. Let's head out and raid this damned boat. Kill anything that moves. We're getting paid 300,000 Dollars for this job so I better not see any of you perish in this fight. You get me?" He said as the boat slowly left the indoor dock and sped off into the night to intercept the large Cargo ship.



"...Unless your cannon fodder..."

[The Westies]

Vampyr

Kodiak stared out the tinted window of the black SUV. They were moving at quickly, at about 40 MPH, even inside the city they maintained a high speed to avoid running into any problems no doubt. Kodiak was in full gear, his hood pulled over his head with a pair of goggles over his eyes and a balaclava covering his mouth and nose. In his hands he clutched an AN-94 assault rifle, the weight of its silencer and undermounted grenade launcher didn't bother Kodiak, he was used to manuevering with heavy equipment. On his back lay his AK-12, the brand new assault rifle created by the Russian military to replace the AK-47, held up by a single strap. His sidearm of choice a Kimber Tactical Pistol, tucked into the holster on his right leg. The SUV came to a screeching halt and he opened the door immediately, almost jumping out of his seat, walking calmly around to the side of the SUV and looked up at the hotel in front of him. He pulled his hood down and let his goggles hang at his neck, following the rest of his congregation to the front steps of the building. He walked past the group of men lining up and stood in front of them as thye prepared to enter the hotel. " Sickle will be briefed on the first floor, Hammer you are relieved until further notice.." He said calmly a Russian accent rolling off his tounge as he spoke. He turned and walked to the elevator, nodding to the guard at the entrance. He stepped inside and pressed one of the buttons on the operating board of the elevator as the doors slowly closed.

[Zion International]

Kojiwa Red Hood

Red halted her dining when Ryan spoke up about what she was eating. Her gaze settled straight foward focusing on nothing in particular. Inside her head she was debating on whether to grace that with a response but decided to stay silent. Her knife poked through the last piece of the meat and slowly brought the bloodied meat to her agape lips in which she literally just closed her mouth and swallowed the piece whole.

She giggled at Ryan, "Wanna hear the details?", she said looking at him through the corner of her eye with a mile long evil smile.