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Post by blackpapermoon on Sept 10, 2013 17:14:43 GMT -5
"You have more options then I did, when the offer was extended to me a lifetime ago," he stated; as he removed the patriarchal cross necklace from his neck, then fastened the sliver charm around her's.
Tosya was not a religious person, but the cross had been an heirloom of sorts, as such he was rarely seen without the piece. Others of the faction would take notice, of him willingly giving it to another person.
"Until we get you on the PDA network," Shade continued, "this will show that you are under me, and will give rank and protection from the other Bandits."
The two continued on their way and soon arrived at the Dark Valley Bandit base. It near dusk and most of the vagrants and cutthroats had taking to ending their sobriety, trading ill gotten gains, or meeting up with one the few prostitutes that found a way to ply their trad in the zone. Contrary to the popular belief that Bandits kidnapped women loners, in truth the kidnappings happen outside of the zone. Still there where a few high class escorts that entered the zone with an entourage of bodyguards and sold service only to the wealthiest of the faction.
One of said women approached the assassin, following her two exoskeleton clad guards.
"-Arkadiy Kovalenko,you should come visit me me again sometime soon" the escort greeted fluttering her eyelash before flashing a dark glare at Eirwen, "unless you found another output."
"-Later tonight Svetlana," was Shade's reply before gesturing to the red head, " the boss will want to meet my apprentice."
"-Well then I look forward to it," she said then departed as she did Shade's eyes followed her. The assassin cleared his throat then spoke up.
"When we meet with the boss, let me do the talking and don't say anything unless he asks you. My influence can't protect you from everyone."
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Post by nuclearstorm on Sept 22, 2013 10:39:23 GMT -5
Eirwen played with the necklace she had been given, entranced by it's beauty. She heard but did not process the conversation between Shade and this woman.
"When we meet with the boss, let me do the talking and don't say anything unless he asks you. My influence can't protect you from everyone." Shade spoke to her as they began to move on.
"Huh?" Eirwen realized Shade was speaking to her. "Oh yeah, sure thing Shade."
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Post by blackpapermoon on Sept 23, 2013 10:41:51 GMT -5
Shade lead the small woman into the main building of the bandit headquarters, trash barrel fires and the tripod shop lights chased darkness of the zone night away. He walked up the stairs and followed along a corridor. The paint on the walls was chipped and peeled away by time, some areas of the aged wall where pot marked with old bullet holes and carved with messages left by stalkers who'd come before. Along these walls slept lowly bandits their shoddy and rust weapons nestled up to their breasts, as a child would hold a beloved toy, for comfort and protection. Such men as these would become more nameless martyrs of greed to be claimed by the ever hungry zone.
Tosya always felt the bubbling of nervousness in the pit of stomach whenever he walked along theses halls of dead soviet world. The Kingpin of the southern bandits, he who held his contract and freedom was not known for permanent considerations and had many violent changes in mood. Still he was a wise and cunning negotiator and had key leadership skills. Like the tall assassin he was versed in the ways of the old KGB, but had also been in the ranks of the party before its fall. The Kingpin swooped in after the rift created by the death of Borov and the return of Yoga to the Big land, he ceased control with ruthless efficacy and military tactics. The big boss held control with fear and deceitful politics and blackmail. He was the one man that could ruin Shade and knew all of his bloody and dark past. Shade however hated the man far more then he feared him, should the day come where the long haired assassin could sink his knife into his master throat, he would do so with glee. Tosya did not care for control over the faction; he just wanted not to be tied down to it, for he knew from life and history every falls. For when it does it is far easier to escape when not in bondage to it.
The two neared the door and the armed guardian blocking the way moved out to allow Tosya to pass but held out and arm to keep the girl from entering.
“She can pass,” the ice eyed Russian remarked, “She’s my underling.”
“-Then have her leave her shooters with me,” the other bandit said sternly.
After Erwin disarmed she was also allowed entry into the office. Inside had remained unchanged since the last bandit boss save for more armed guards of veteran and master level. The Kingpin sat behind his desk, like a true king of Bandits.
“ – Arakcheyev I heard that you plucked a girl from the north and had rustled some Duty feathers,” said the Kingpin, “but why give this woman your mark, you swore to forsake all not with the underworld.”
“-I felt it was time to take someone under my wing,” answered Tosya, “she is been given a gift by the zone.”
“-Is that so, I never would have thought that you would take anyone on” the Boss remarked before directing a query to red head, “and what abilities might you been given?”
“- She…”Shade started but was cut off by his leader giving a silent command to one of the guards, who directed a fist into the black haired Bandit’s face. Shade picked himself off the ground and wiped away a trickle of blood from his nose
“-I didn’t ask you Arakcheyev, you must learn to mind your place within my outfit,” the Kingpin said, “your wings are clipped and you work for me, now do as I say!” The king of Bandits now turned to Erwin, studying her carefully.
“Learn from your master’s mistakes,” he continued with a warning, “Now tell me your name and what power you have?”
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Post by nuclearstorm on Sept 25, 2013 16:53:37 GMT -5
This "bandit leader" having a lackey punch Shade was a shock to Eirwen. She had always viewed him as in control and on top, but here he was, taking a punch with no retaliation. At first she was scared, mainly that Shade had accepted that this man had more power. But as the leader continued Eirwen remembered that he was but a man, and who was a man to someone with power like hers?
“-I didn’t ask you Arakcheyev, you must learn to mind your place within my outfit,” the Kingpin said, “your wings are clipped and you work for me, now do as I say!” The king of Bandits now turned to Erwin, studying her carefully.
“Learn from your master’s mistakes,” he continued with a warning, “Now tell me your name and what power you have?”
"My name is Eriwen. As for my power, I feel a demonstration would be more beneficial than a basic explanation."
The leader sighed. "Fine."
Eirwen beckoned over one the guards, who cautiously approached. She stood behind the man, her own back into a corner, and grabbed his neck from behind. Unleashing her anger at this so called "leader" who treated both her only friend and savior in this hellhole like a punching bag she froze the back of the man's neck, paralyzing him. She continued to hold him as a meat shield while using his frozen arm to hold his protecta shotgun as she fired it first at the bandit leader, then at the rest of his guards. The leader fell quickly as the barrage of pellets managed to pierce his unprotected skull a few times. The guards opened fire, blasting into the paralyzed guard, his suit and body too thick and strong for the shots to hit Eirwen.
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Post by blackpapermoon on Sept 30, 2013 8:09:03 GMT -5
The moment the girl asked for a demonstration, Shade knew things would not end well, he didn't think that he would have to explain that killing the superior of your superior was most unwise. The second that Eirwen took the guard by the back of his neck Shade locked eyes with his boss and time seemed to stand still. Both Bandits knew that only one of them would leave this room alive.The Kingpin stood up, but before he could relay his orders to his men, his head was blown clear off his shoulders. Tosya threw himself into the corner, seeking protection from the hail storm of shotgun shells, raising both of his colts he fired simultaneously; the rounds hit their mark in the backs of the remaining guard’s skulls. The door opened and the last of the Kingpin’s men fired into the room, but the assassin tackled him from the side. The other outlaw was taken by surprise and he and the tall assassin wrested on the ground, until Tosya got hold on one of his pistols and fired.
The bandit stood up and dusted himself off, giving the guard a kick he moved towards the desk. He pushed the headless corpse of the chair taking the position for him, he raked his left head trough his black hair, his pistol felt heavy in his hands. He looked from the gun in his hand to the girl standing before him, then back again. He raised the gun at her for a moment, his arm shaking and face still in a state of disbelief. The tall assassin tried to remember the last time he held his weapon with such trebling limbs that had been so long ago when he was yet a boy who was nothing but a runaway on the streets of St. Petersburg.
“You have ruined me,” the Bandit remarked no tone in his voice, he could not shot her, what would be the point. She wore his mark, anything she did he was responsible for. He tossed the firearm to the ground. Shade put his head in his hands he was a dead man walking, or even if he took over command of the Bandits he would never be able to leave the Zone. He would never again walk the streets of any major city; this radioactive warzone of failed Soviet dreams would become his gilded cage and his grave. By now the single from the Kingpins PDA would have alerted over fifty internal law enforcements to his whereabouts in the zone as well as nearly just as many underworld syndicates that have wanted his blood. He was a doomed man but he still might have some half shot change of survival, he pulled out his PDA and contacted the last person that might be able to aid him at this time, Sultan. His figures hesitating to press the message button, with a deep sigh he hit the tab and the call went out, it felt like an eternity before the other answered.
“-Shade? What the hell man, shit has been flying off the network about you.” The other man remarked after picking up the call.
“-The Kingpin in Dark Valley is dead,” the assassin remarked still in a daze.
“-I gathered that much, what the hell happened?”
“- My underling took matters into her own hands.”
“-Her…women always did get you into trouble…You dealt with her I assume.”
“-No… she carries my mark, to eliminate her would pointless.”
There was a long pause before the Bandit boss of the north before he spoke once more.
“-You’re an idiot Arakcheyev, but I think I can save your ass. Now here’s what you have to do.”
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The Bandits had gathered in the main building of the compound, awaiting to see who would emerge from the leader’s office. Dirty faces packed together standing over and pushing each other out of the way trying to get the first glimpse of the Victor of the fight. A few of the men of higher rank purposed to send a rookie to investigate the room. Then suddenly the door opened and the tall black haired assassin strolled out in his hand he held a piece of blooded tattooed flesh. He tossed the flesh to the ground in front of the men.
“-The Boss is dead, killed by my hand.” Tosya declared eyes scanning the face of his Bandits, his poses and posture suggested the he was on top, fearless and merciless but subconsciously nervous and uncertain of the outcome of this bluff, “I am boss now.”
One man in the back began to laugh, and pushed his way to the front of the men.
“-I’d like to see ya try,” the pretender motioned, “come on boys how much pull do ya think a freelancer hit man has with us, just kill him.”
However before any outlaw moved the tall Russian fired his pistol at the man at first in the keen then the shoulder before shooting him in the head.
“ – I now command this outfit,” Shade continued, “ and there will be changes around here.”
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Post by nuclearstorm on Sept 30, 2013 11:07:30 GMT -5
Shade finished the last of the guards as Eirwen dropped her almost disintegrated meat shield. She watched Shade with a huge grin, clearly proud of herself.
Shade pointed his gun at her. Eirwen froze, confused and afraid.
"You have ruined me." he said.
Shade tossed the weapon to the ground, but before Eirwen could ask a question he had begun calling someone.
“-Shade? What the hell man, shit has been flying off the network about you.” The other man remarked after picking up the call.
“-The Kingpin in Dark Valley is dead,” the assassin remarked still in a daze.
“-I gathered that much, what the hell happened?”
“- My underling took matters into her own hands.”
“-Her…women always did get you into trouble…You dealt with her I assume.”
“-No… she carries my mark, to eliminate her would pointless.”
There was a long pause before the Bandit boss of the north before he spoke once more.
“-You’re an idiot Arakcheyev, but I think I can save your ass. Now here’s what you have to do.”
Shade hung up and began cutting into the former leader's chest.
"Uh, Shade? What is wrong? Didn't I do good?"
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Post by blackpapermoon on Sept 30, 2013 20:49:32 GMT -5
"Uh, Shade? What is wrong? Didn't I do good?" The words cut through the air like a knife, they caused the new king to stop his bloody work for a moment. However after that short time passed he returned to cutting away the intricately designed ink from it's owner chest. For a long time he remained silent as the dead men that dotted the room, finally done cutting he pulled the bloodied flesh from the cadaver until it tore from the muscle and fascia.Normally under such circumstances the removal of the head or mush less grizzly a item of jewelry would confirm the identity of the dead, however this was much different. A gold watch or ring would not suffice for the roll and the head had become a fine red past, only the unique tattoo artistry could prove of the leader's demise.
Shade was glad that he would not have to look upon the face of the man, that made the task of skinning much easier. He looked at the flesh now in his gloved hands and at the ink studying making sure it matched up with his memory of the old boss's markings. It would be such a shame to find out that the man before him was just a body double. Luckily everything matched up in both his memory and of what he held in his hands.
"Good; you want to know if you did good?" he finally said not being able to ignore her question any longer, " A man like him dose't let someone like me live in his compound without insurance. The instant you blew his head off information he held on me was sent all over the globe to groups that intent to hunt me down. Now I'm doom to spend the rest of my life hiding out in this filthy, radioactive swamp!"
"The reason I don't kill you," he continued,"is it would a waste of my bullets and would serve no purpose, you hold my mark and anything you do I'm held accountable for...stay if you must but...keep away from me...until."
He looked up at the girl and was a loss for words once more, she was nothing more then a child, acting on animal instinct and the knowledge that she had gained traveling with him. An odd emotion raised to the surface in his damaged psyche, one he had not felt in many years, compassion. The red head and remind him of himself just of out childhood, perhaps it was nostalgia or maybe a demented form of narcissism but he seemed to care for this person.
"Come over here girl," he called beckoning her to come near, as she approached he took a hand to her cheek and gazed into her face, "why I can not feel hatred for you is beyond my understanding, I wish for you to stay."
To his knowledge he had no offspring and if he did he could not care to find out as none had yet come to find him. However this women had awoken some untapped instinct, and that is what made him fearful.
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Post by nuclearstorm on Oct 9, 2013 20:16:47 GMT -5
"Good; you want to know if you did good?" he finally said not being able to ignore her question any longer, " A man like him dose't let someone like me live in his compound without insurance. The instant you blew his head off information he held on me was sent all over the globe to groups that intent to hunt me down. Now I'm doom to spend the rest of my life hiding out in this filthy, radioactive swamp!"
"The reason I don't kill you," he continued,"is it would a waste of my bullets and would serve no purpose, you hold my mark and anything you do I'm held accountable for...stay if you must but...keep away from me...until."
Eirwen was on the verge of tears. She acted to protect her only friend from someone he could not defeat only to find out that not only had she doomed him, but he had almost decided to kill her.
Just before she completely broke down, Shade spoke again.
"Come over here girl," he called beckoning her to come near, as she approached he took a hand to her cheek and gazed into her face, "why I can not feel hatred for you is beyond my understanding, I wish for you to stay."
Eirwen calmed down quite a bit, now seeing that Shade was not quite angry at her, only worried. She followed his beckon. "I... I'm so sorry Shade... I didn't know..." She sighed, frustrated at her own naivety. "So, what do we do now?"
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Post by blackpapermoon on Oct 19, 2013 21:13:44 GMT -5
"Not anything we can do about it now," Shade sighed making ready for the next event, " I do as Sultan says, take leadership of the bandits and act as his mouth piece."
"You need to follow my lead," he continued, "don't act rashly and wait for me to give orders. __________________________________________________________________________
The Bandits had gathered in the main building of the compound, awaiting to see who would emerge from the leader’s office. Dirty faces packed together standing over and pushing each other out of the way trying to get the first glimpse of the Victor of the fight. A few of the men of higher rank purposed to send a rookie to investigate the room. Then suddenly the door opened and the tall black haired assassin strolled out in his hand he held a piece of blooded tattooed flesh. He tossed the flesh to the ground in front of the men.
“-The Boss is dead, killed by my hand.” Tosya declared eyes scanning the face of his Bandits, his poses and posture suggested the he was on top, fearless and merciless but subconsciously nervous and uncertain of the outcome of this bluff, “I am boss now.”
One man in the back began to laugh, and pushed his way to the front of the men.
“-I’d like to see ya try,” the pretender motioned, “come on boys how much pull do ya think a freelancer hit man has with us, just kill him.”
However before any outlaw moved the tall Russian fired his pistol at the man at first in the keen then the shoulder before shooting him in the head.
“ – I now command this outfit,” Shade continued, “ and there will be changes around here.”
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