Cruise liner Vessel
'Saint Anne'
South China Sea
My name is William 'Slade' Spruce of British descent; I am a Gunsmith by trade, mercenary by description a wanderer by choice. I had lost my left eye and left lobe of my brain when a hopped up gunman fired a round blindly into my store, I had worked in the gun-smithing since the age of eighteen and had become quite renowned for my art in the making of some very exclusive firearms, though that soon passed as I had an intensive rehabilitation due to the sudden loss of control on the right side of my body, enough on the past, here, today, I was standing upon the 'Saint Anne's' deck; I stood at the height of five twelve, had long dark brown unkempt hair, sharp face, unshaven goatee growing around my mouth an eye-patch over my left socket.
I was donning my 'civilian' which consisted of a black plain tee-shirt and dark blue jeans, combat boots and a long tan trench coat, underneath which I had six holsters, the first two under each armpit were two Berretta 92F long-slide pistols with an in built compensator and extended magazine, both pistols were modified to use .40 Smith and Western Calibre rounds made of tungsten.
The two that sat beside my hips were two self designed, forged and built 13mm Casull ultra long-slide fully automatic pistols with forty round clips in each with high explosive mercury tips, even a glancing hit was capable of killing any man.
Finally the last two were located on my lower back, two once again self designed, forged and built .45 Long colt revolvers, one was a polished white silver while the other was matte black; both revolvers had eight chambers in the cylinder and had a 'top brake' mechanism with an auto ejector, but the final and most interesting feature was the revolvers six o'clock barrels.
I reached for a pack of sweet Williams's cigars' and Zippo lighter clenching the brown wrapped stress relief between his teeth; I sparked up inhaling the nicotine with little to no problem, which was when I felt it, the cold feeling of a Berretta 92FS pistol, some would ask how I'd come to know of a weapons make and model without having to look at it, the fact was I was a natural when it came to designing and maintaining weapons of any type.
"Hello there, I'll be your entertainment for the evening." Came the voice of captor a voice of one very smug spoken woman. 'No-one I've encountered has ever been capable of sneaking upon me... interesting.' I thought to myself, turning slowly as not to seem like a threat, looking directly at the weapon pressed against my head, I knew for certain of what it was. 'Berretta 92FS Made of Stainless steel Configured with a five point nine inch barrel the slide an inch longer the any standard pistol of that model adjusted sights for ambidextrous use, Ivory grips and of course an adjusted hairpin trigger.' I smiled somewhat. "Hello yourself beautiful." I spoke aloud for the first time since this encounter, soaking in the woman's image and committing it to memory, brown purple hair the femme fettle face, curved body and clothes. 'Or lack thereof.' I thought to myself, she wore a sleeveless black top that stopped just below her E-cup borderline F-cup breasts with a pair of quick draw waist holsters, her flat but somewhat toned stomach exposed, she wore some very close cut hot pants made of denim but left little to the minds imagination, finished off with some polished black combat boots.
"Well at least you're not as lecherous as the last guy I snuck up on." She spoke honestly, well it wasn't like I'd try and disguise it, I had a healthy appreciation for the female body, not to the extent of being perverted, but thoughts of us going at it like rabbits did cross my mind.
"I'd ask why you've got a gun to my head, but by the looks of things your friend is done with getting whatever the hell you came for." I spoke pointing my head towards an approaching male of African descent, holding a Remington 870 marine magnum in both hands, the guy had me beaten in muscle and behind the shades he wore I could tell the man was a soldier, through and through, he donned a green tactical vest white vest and green combat BDU pants with combat boots, the guy was bald and had a cigarette in his mouth. "Dutch you got what we came for?"
"Sure have Revy now let's get the fuck out of dodge before these guys decide to send out a distress call." The woman now named Revy gave a nod towards the now named African American Dutch, I reached up and took another drag of my Sweet Williams cigar blew the nicotine infused smoke through my nostrils. "Yeah sure thing Dutch, but this job is a rip off, we're only getting twenty thousand, and I'm betting whatever's on that disk is worth thirty... minimum."
"So?" Dutch replied. "So I'm gonna get us another fifteen or so by taking our friend along for the ride." She responded, moving beside me and putting her free hand over my shoulders whilst keeping the gun to my temple. Luckily enough with my arms down beside my sides she didn't end up figuring out I was carrying some equipment of my own. "Sure thing beautiful, but first I need my briefcase, it's got all of my cash cards and so on inside, it's in my room one-one-zero."
"Dutchy baby why don't you grab it I'll keep our guests from doing anything." The African American gave out a sigh, he knew when Revy found something interesting she wouldn't give up till she either got bored or got whatever she could from the person or thing that perked her interest in the first place.
It took no less than six minutes before Dutch Revy and I were aboard an ELCO and Higgins PT boat, though I wasn't one for naval vessels I could tell it must've had some, unique upgrades if the speed and silence of the vessel were to indicate, the three of us were in the PT's cabin where I was leant against some equipment, Revy across from me whilst Dutch drove the vessel and a third crewmen made himself known.
"Now hot stuff what's the combination and is there anything we should know before I decide to squeeze my baby's trigger just a little." Revy asked somewhat calmly, stress the word calmly, but never the less. "The code for the left is two-five-eight; the code for the right is seven-nine-two and you have to twist the latches counter clockwise or else you'll get hit in the face by a flash grenade, there's a Taurus Raging bull revolver strapped to the lid in a quick draw holster and two tear gas grenades beside it, inside is some coded documents, and my bank account information." I drawled out, luckily no one had the foresight to pat me down otherwise they would've found me packing six other weapons.
"Do as he says Benny, I can see it in his eyes, he's telling the truth." The now named Benny was donning a god awful Hawaiian print orange shirt and grey pants with black dress shoes, he long blonde hair pulled into a pony tail of sorts and had a pair of glasses on his nose, quickly doing as he was told Benny unlocked the case exactly as I told him to, with the case open before the group they found everything there, including the bank account details and the hidden flash grenade.
"Now that's an impressive set up dude, what makes you have to booby trap a case this extensively?" Benny asked, his curiosity was obviously peaked. "I'm in the gun business." I replied with a half lie.
"So I wasn't seeing things you had analysed my guns, assessed the threat and my skill in a second, now I'll be the first to admit that, that is impressive." Revy stated, still having her gun aimed somewhat lazily towards my head.
"No what's impressive is that your ambidextrous, self taught and made one simple mistake."
"Oh what's that?" she replied with a smile. "I'm ambidextrous also." I said drawing my two Casull 13mm fully automatics' out aiming one towards her and the other towards Dutch. "I stand corrected hot stuff, that is one pair of really impressive handguns you have yourself there!" Revy responded whilst she had also drawn her second handgun alongside her first. "They should be there the worlds only thirteen millimetre fully automatic ultra long-slide handguns, both loaded with a forty round clip with each round made of tungsten and mercury tipped even a graze from a round can kill due to the poisoning you'd receive." I rattled off, before finishing off with their names. "I call them the Casull twins."
Revy's face grew a very large smirk. "However I'm not an overly violent man so how about I put my guns down you do the same." I asked. "On three." Revy responded.
"One..." I said.
"Two..." Revy said
"Three!" We both instantly lowered and holstered our guns, Benny and Dutch gave sighs of relief. "Maybe next time we bring someone along for a ride we search 'em for firearms as well." Dutch pointed out to no one in particular.
"Alright guys since we've all had enough with the tense situation, how about I pay you guys for this little trip and I'll get myself topside." Dutch gave a nod towards Benny, who took me to his little slice of heaven, where I gave him the necessary details to withdraw twenty thousand dollars, before making my way topside to smoke another Sweet Williams cigar.
"You're not any normal businessman, I can tell by that look in your eyes." Cam the voice of Revy. "True, but it was a half truth, I'm in the gun business you just don't know how, better yet why haven't we introduced ourselves... my name is William 'Slade' Spruce."
"Of Slade Armaments! Oh. My. God... please for the love of all that is good, autograph my babies!" Revy squealed somewhat girlishly, pulling a sharpie pen from nowhere, and one of her Berretta's, smirking in amusement I signed her Cutlasses' with the sharpie she had given, not an easy feat while on a PT boat but it was done with practiced ease. 'signing hundreds of forms a week will do that.' I thought bitterly to myself.
"That bitch Eda is not going to believe this shit, you sir have made me into a happy woman." She said while sauntering off back into the Cabin, her round ass swaying, in a way that teasing just didn't cut it. A few hours came and went, when a faint noise caught my attention, coming up on our six was a sight I knew I'd be damning for the rest of my living years. A single Hind-D attack gunship loaded with a full anti-armour load out, dumb fired missiles, guided missiles and no doubtedly a fifty calibre nose mounted chain gun.
One word came to mind, and that word was. shit.
Quickly entering the cabin I yelled out to Dutch. "Hind-D with anti armour coming in on our six below radar!" Dutch without even thinking swerved the PT boat left just as a volley of missiles struck the spot we once were.
"Son of a- Dutch what the hell was that!" came the shout of one startled Benny. "Hind-D with some anti armour loaded onto it!"
"Dutch what have you got on the terms of weapons capable of hitting that bitch!" I yelled while the PT swerved the opposite direction narrowly escaping another volley of dumb fired rockets. "A Gepard Anti material Rifle, that's about it!"
"It'll do, just keep them off us, I might be able to cook up something to kill that bitch!" I yelled. "What are you talking about?" Dutch barked towards me. "I'm doing what I do best, come up with specialist ammo on the fly!"
It was several minutes into the chase when we were backed into a corner when Dutch tried to evade another Volley of missiles we ended on a river with a rather large waterfall that cut us off from travelling any further upstream, the only way was back towards the fucking Hind where it hovered in wait, the pilot in the fucking thing was a sadistic fuck.
'Son of a bitch.' I exclaimed as I finished putting the finishing touches to my new round, I knew Revy would enjoy something like this, but right now we needed a plan that'd work, something that would be too bat shit insane to even consider.
"I fucking got it!" Quickly making my way into the cabin I caught the attention of the Lagoon Company trio. "We play chicken, I won't say this is the brightest idea I've ever had but this tub is designed so it aquaplanes right?"
"Yeah at top speed the hulls only a few inches in the water." Responded Benny. "Revy get this loaded into your AT rifles clip three rounds in, Dutch I saw that boat on our way in, would you say that the wrecks hull is angled good enough to use as a ramp?"
"Yeah I'd say so."
"And your carrying torpedo's right?"
"Yeah..." Dutch's eyes grew behind his glasses as he pieced it all together. "You're a real crazy son of a bitch you know that, we're going to use our torpedos as some improvised missiles while we're in the air, Revy's going to put the Hind into an air superiority role." The other two Lagoon Company members were shocked at the sheer idea of this plan.
"Only using two rounds, the third is for when we're just about to hit the ramp." I replied. "Why?"
"You'll see... so are you guys wanting to give it a shot?"
"Fuck it, you only live once and if we live through this, let's just say the bragging rights are going to be immense."
Minutes passed quickly as we all rocketed towards our target, Revy had put two rounds into the bullet resistant glass, and just as predicted the Pilot went into a superiority role, right in front of our true target. 'God I hope this half assed plan of mine works!'
As soon as we reached the ramp Revy put the third round into the bullet resistant glass, when it made contact there was a huge white flash. "A flash round! You incredible fuck, the pilot and gunner are blind!" and with that said we hit our target and deployed our 'missiles' one went wide by a foot or so but the other found purchase right in the cockpit the bird spiralled out of control before impacting with one of the banks. Causing a massive explosion and shockwave to boot.
"And the quarterback is toast!" I joked rather lamely, if their reactions were anything to go by. "What... okay I'd like you guys to come up with a good one liner for this clusterfuck we just survived?"
With neither coming up with a retort I quickly realised where our destination was. 'Roanapur, your based in Roanapur!' I thought to myself, quickly entering the bay area, and the nearby docks I found a whole welcoming committee stood there, some Japanese Business types, standing alongside some Russian Military types.
Once docked we watched as the deal proceeded without any sort of a hitch and once the deal was done I quickly made my way over to the Japanese Suit whom the Russian Mafia leader Balalaika just handed the disk to I called for his attention.
"Hey Kageyama-San, I'd like to say thanks!" Said asshole looked somewhat shocked. "What for if I may ask?"
"For sending that fucking Hind-D after our asses and trying to waste us." Suddenly my knee found purchase on his crotch. "And consider that business partnership with Slade Armaments null and void you dick, you were trying to sell nukes off behind my back and use 'my' firm to take the heat if shit hit the fan when your buyers turned sour! Consider yourself lucky I'm not a violent person otherwise your brains would be all over the floor." I growled out.
Everyone including the Russians were surprised at the news. "Nukes!" Balalaika roared. "That was the information on that disk, the blackmail that would put the Asahi Industries under, your selling nukes!"
Needless to say Balalaika wasn't impressed with what she had just learned and all but demanded a very large increase in payment otherwise, Kageyama and his precious industry would find themselves on the front page of every paper in the world.
And with the payment amended, the four of us hit the best bar in the city, the Yellow Flag. "Bao you Vietnamese son of a whore, two Bacardi's and the usual for Dutchy and Benny-Boy."
"Revy you S and M loving freak, payment before drink you know the policy!" with the beer paid for each and every one of us started having a good laugh, Revy and I were trying to out-drink the other, eventually we all broke up and tried to find a place to sleep.