Bridge Control was extremely loud for once as Jason neared the camp. Music was blasting out over the speakers and all around him, the pirates that had been accepted into the Privateer ranks, laughed and chatted and drank themselves stupid. Being so close to them these past weeks made Jason almost regret wanting to kill them earlier. Almost. Brown eyes caught sight of a few familiar-faced pirates. Lewis, the crazed Molotov Man, was standing beside Hopper. Both were completely wrecked; their faces were a bright flushed red and Hopper looked just about ready to pass out. Over near the speakers stood Angus, a very strange, very giggly man whom was in desperate need to see a therapist.
Over by the firepits were Clause and Rock. Both were cleaning their weapons diligently and chatting about something that Jason couldn't hear from where he stood. Then he saw Langley, the man that had called him on his phone in the first place. It was him that had asked him to come to Bridge Control this day. The thin, mowhawked man was seated on a fold-up chair near the main building, his feet were propped comfortably on a table and the chair he was in looked dangerously close to tipping over. Dark brown eyes glanced upwards to meet his own and the Warrior forced a grin.
"Eeeeyy..." the pirate started and Jason already figured the man was high. "I was wondering when you were going to show up, Foster." That last name Jason was going by was really starting to stick to him.
"I need your help...m'dog Lassie, my pride and joy, hasn't come back since I sent her off to Hoyt's compound." His arm raised so his eyes could look at his wristwatch's time. "I was wondering if you could head there and bring her back..." Jason wrinkled his nose at Langley's words. Why would he risk his life for a dog who didn't even like him? Apparently, Langley appeared to know what was going through his head for he continued, "If you do this for me, I'll pay you five-hundred dollars and give ya some new upgrades for the MS16..."
That caught Jason's attention. The idea of money and new upgrades made the brunette's frown lessen. Still, he kept his face blank and held his head up stiffly. "New upgrades and even some money, eh?" Hands crossing over his chest, Jason finally sighed, as if acting like he finally made up his mind. "Fine. Alright. I'll go get your dumb dog..." Jason glanced off to the side when a big, wide grin was offered to him from Langley. The pirate straightened up in his seat to hand the Warrior a sheet of paper.
"Just say that I sent ya to talk ta Hoyt...They'll let you in. And give this to the Business man when ya get there." Jason leaned forward to take the sheet from the pirate and with a scowl, said "I'll bring her back quick...I got to go meet up with someone afterwards though..." Jason thought it was smart to leave out Sam's name, in case the other was still working for Hoyt. He didn't want the Privateer helping him take down the Business Man to be killed. Langley said nothing more, so Jason took that as a chance to leave. He turned his back on the pirate and moved pass the dancing, drunken men towards the jeep he had pulled up in.
Sitting beside the jeep was Clank, a Pitbull that belonged to Rock. The Pitbull's eyes remained focused on the warrior standing before him. Moving around the hound, he climbed into the front seat and moved to turn on the engine with a spare key. A loud bark spouted from Clank, and Jason yelled out and cursed when the Pitbull leapt into the front seat, paws digging into his stomach and groin and clambering into the passenger's seat beside him. Glaring at the dog until it growled right back at him, he gave a roll of his eyes and his foot pressed into the gas pedal and off they drove down the dirt road. He ignored the way the ugly, scarred creature panted, the way his long tongue rolled out of his mouth with drool dribbling down from his wet appendage. Eyes turning away from the dog, he glanced towards the road and the inhabitants. Leopards chased down pigs, yowling and hissing angrily. Herds of Buffalo ran across the rolling hills while packs of wild dogs stalked through the grass. In other vehicles, Rakyat men patrolled diligently, keeping an eye out for any signs of unwanted Privateers.
He grumbled quietly to himself. Jason couldn't believe what he just got himself into! He had better things to do than go after some drugged up Pirate's dog! Especially since the pirate and dog duo had tried to kill him on multiple occasions. Sure, Jason did try to return the favor, but the fucker survived a gunshot to the head. Thoughts of the knife-fight against the man in question flashed through his mind. Just before the Warrior had went to meet up with Vaas in his building, Langley had intercepted him with a knife to his throat. Luckily, Jason had managed to rip Langley's pistol out of its holster at the last second and he shot him point-blank between the eyes.
Apparently even that wasn't enough to kill the pirate.
A bark from Clank and Jason noticed the compound was now in sight. Jason parked the jeep right outside the slightly open gate that led inside the compound. A soft grumble beneath his breath, and Jason climbed out of the vehicle, watching Clank leap out of the seat and dash through the open gate, his tail going at least a mile an hour. Jason followed after the creature and immediately located the large mansion-like building in the center of the compound. This place was much stranger than Bridge Control. He had already grown used to all the Pirates whom had fun while they worked. Here, all Jason could see and hear were captives getting tortured, and he could feel eyes boring into him. Up the steps, the Privateer guarding the entrance gave him a glare and stood in front of him, blocking his way.
"Langley sent me here with something important to give to Hoyt..." He watched the man raise up a walkie talkie and he stepped away to speak with Hoyt.
Jason heard him say a few things like, "It's Foster..." and "Langley sent him..." The man went silent for a bit and he huffed, attaching the radio back to his waist. "Head in..." He pulled the door open and yelled angrily when Clank took the chance, rushing in and dashing upstairs. Jason watched as a few Privateers inside jumped out of the way before the ugly dog could knock them over with his size. When Jason moved inside, he heard the doorman curse, "Fucking pirates need to train their dogs better..." The door was closed and Jason snorted in its direction. That man was a drama queen.
Moving upstairs after the Pitbull, he moved in the direction towards Hoyt's office. His eyes caught a suited woman crouched beside a familiar German Shepard. It was Lassie, and she appeared to have been shot in the leg. The female was working on removing the bullet from her hind leg and Clank had taken a seat beside the Shepard. He'd get them after giving this sheet of paper to Hoyt. Knocking on the door, he heard that god forsaken accent.
"Come in Foster!" He did as he was told, merely raising his hand and setting the sheet on his desk. "Ah! So he finally turned it in!" Hoyt took the sheet and sat down in his seat, eyes glancing over the paper's contents. "Oh...Langley's dog got shot by a rebel on her way here. Meet Nadia and bring her back to him. She's done nothing but try to bite my men." A wave of his hand in dismissal and Jason wanted to do nothing more than to shoot him in the face.
A nod and out of the office Jason went, moving around the staircase and to the woman now wrapping up the dog's leg. Clank was now sitting beside the wounded dog; both Shepard and Pitbull seemed oddly content beside each other. "Uh...you're Nadia, yeah?" Jason caught the woman's attention and bright eyes met his. She stood and ran a hand through her hair.
"Yes...you are Foster, correct?" He opened his mouth to respond, but she cut him off, "You can take her back to her owner now. I have finished taking care of her wound...poor thing..." Her hand went to Lassie's head and she scratched her lovingly. How she could actually touch the thing without being bit shocked Jason.
"Yeah...I'll take her back...came here to do that in the first place." Jason glanced to Lassie and the German Shepard looked to him and gave a growl of warning. The fur on her spine fluffed up.
"Lassie dear...he is going to take you back to your owner, Langley..." At the name, the dog's ears perked and both Pitbull and Shepard took off down the stairs, both going slow so that Lassie wouldn't struggle too much. Watching them go, Jason began to move after them but Nadia's voice echoed after him, "Make sure you keep an eye out for Snow White..." The way she said those last two words made him freeze up a bit, but continued walking.
Stepping outside, he took a deep breath; the female's words had gave him a sense of anxiety. What if she knew? A swallow and off to the Jeep he went, giving a glare to the two animals that had both stuffed themselves into the passenger's seat. Clank was more than in the driver's seat and Jason had to push the dog more to the side to be able to sit down. Clank was easily moved and Jason, with a frown, started up the jeep and set it in drive. All he had to look forward too was more money and newer upgrades for a gun. Was it really worth it?
It was.