Tank Dempsey was going out of his mind with frustration. His team-mates had grown wise to his jokes, and that was becoming a problem to his entertainment. They had noticed him unscrewing the top of the hammer they used to board up the place, putting traps on as they approached them, jumping out at them from behind the swastikas and they had even grown wise to him pouring Quick Revive into all the other perk bottles.
He just didn't get how they'd known it was him all along, when he had always made sure that Nikolai was hot on his tail, so if he by some odd chance be caught, he could always blame it on him. He'd be too drunk to care, anyway.
He spread himself out on a sofa in the Lobby, a sigh escaping him. Tipping his head back, he thought of what he could do to outdo all of his other pranks. That's when it hit him like a brick. Nikolai, the only other man who he had formed a trust with, had betrayed him. He must of told the others what was going on. Tank grit his teeth and growled slightly. Oh, the drunk was going to get it all right, nobody grassed on Tank Dempsey and got away with it.
He headed up the stairs, hoping to find the drunk man in order to beat him black and blue, yet was met with the familiar sight of the mystery box. Deciding that now would be a good time to swap weapons, he WAS down to his last clip after all, Tank tried his chances at the mysterious box that seemed to favor everybody else over him. The haunting song played out, before stopping at a somehow levitating China Lake. Tank groaned, but decided his luck would be better on the second try. He took the weapon and approached the box again.
This time, the form was of a Monkey Bomb. Tank took it without hesitation, it could save a life and was always useful to have. He headed towards the stage, deciding the M16 would more than likely change his life. When walking through the dressing room his eye was caught in the dirty mirror. "Lookin' good" he mumbled, before looking down at the monkey. 'Creepy fucker' he thought, before continuing to his intended destination.
On entering the stage, Tank found himself facing the Japanese and German men of the group, who looked rather disappointed that he wasn't a zombie.
"Where's Nikolai?" He asked casually.
"Russian is sleeping" Takeo stated, hopping up onto a box to meditate, or whatever Tak did in his spare time.
"Yeah, were abouts?" Dempsey asked whilst purchasing the M16 that he had grown to love.
"I think he's in ze alleyvay, vhy do you ask?" Richtofen narrowed his eyes, there was no way the idiot American was going to perform an experiment without him.
"I'm just curious, Jeez" Dempsey said, walking past the teleporter and up the theatre isle.
He walked straight upto the Juggernog machine and drank the majority of the drink. Again, his eye was caught by the reflection in the Bowie Knife, which was only reflecting that of a creepy monkeys face.
'Man, I wouldn't want to wake up to that' he thought, shaking away the shiver that was running up his body. He grinned, the thought digging into his brain.
It was about time that he payed his favorite Russian a visit, anyway.
