In the early hours of morning, with the storm long gone, those who woke up early were already out and about the Compound, doing their assigned morning tasks. The German Shepard was prowling around in front of the cages full of animals, snarling and snapping at the cage bars when the animal inside got too rowdy. Langley walked along at Lassie's side, checking off animal names of the ones they captured.

"Elegant Cassowaries...rabid dogs-" A loud snarl from Lassie, "bitchy Asian Bears, sleek Leopards..." He named off the animals on his board, tapping at the empty, unchecked spot with his pencil. He'd have to talk to the Hunters about this. Whistling to Lassie to follow, he tucked the clipboard under his arm and moved across Vaas' camp towards a group of men.

"You forgot the pretty orange tigers..." Langley had told them once approaching their hearing distance. The Leader of the Hunters glanced up at the thin pirate, a beer bottle pressed up to his lips. The clipboard was passed over and his eyes gazed over the scrawl there.

"We get them in few hours." He muttered. "Long night. Lost Rico to those sneaky bastards..." He sent a glare in the direction of the leopards. The man went to continue what he was doing, but Lassie's growling made him pause and look at her. Her lips were pulled up, baring sharp canines, the fur along her spine was fluffed up and haunches raised in a threatening manner. "Ok ok...we go soon..." He didn't want to risk getting bitten by the dog. Who knew what diseases she had. Langley gave a pat to the top of Lassie's head and a wink down at the German Shepard.

"Better do that quick, yeaaah? Vaas will come out of his hut and see no tigers to sell to those fancy asses that want them." Glancing back at the men, he raised his hand, shaped it into a gun and pointed it to his own head. "Your brain will be splattered all over and I'll be the one to clean it up. And that's no good." Once he was sure the bunch got the message, Langley moved away from them, Lassie at his heels. Carlos was doing his own perimeter checks, counting up every pound of cocaine they had processed and determining the prices to be sold to the buyers. If they could weasel more money out of them like all the times before, the numbers would be high as usual.

When the second in command caught sight of Langley, he gave a wave and gestured in the direction of the cooks. A soft nod of understanding, and Langley went off to get breakfast, Lassie dashing on ahead, tail wagging side to side as the other dogs scampered around her as all hounds ran off to get fed. Langley himself went over to one of the cooks, watching as uncooked meat were thrown to the dogs. Lassie, being the biggest, caught the first one thrown and trampled away from the others with her catch. Two started to give chase, but a whistle called them back.

A slab of cooked boar was handed to Langley and he took it, moving quickly out of line before the pirate behind him could complain angrily about how slow he was. Langley sat out of the way where others were still working. Lassie came trotting up beside him, her food hanging out between her bloody teeth. Taking a seat and bracing her food between her front paws, she used her teeth to rip the meat apart into small chunks she could fit down her throat. Once she was finished, she sat back and licked her muzzle clean of the blood. She obidiently kept quiet as Langley finished his own breakfast. Once he stood up again, she followed, walking along beside him as he headed for the prisoners kept on the small island.

He crouched in front of a cage, eyes glancing over the features of the crying women inside. One that stood out most was a little girl with ginger hair. She was glaring right back at Langley, her arms crossed over her chest. She looked about ten years old. Maddie Davies, Robin Hood's sister.

"Who the fuck put little red in here?!" He yelled out behind him, making some men glance over at him. "Vaas specifically said to keep lil' red away from the slut bitches to be sold! This is the third time I've told you assholes this!" Grumbling darkly, he reached into his pocket to draw out the key to unlock the heavy chain from around the bars.

Lassie stood off to the side, staying still and watching the girl just in case she made a run for it, which she always did, especially when Langley was the one to move her back to her individual cage. The others always thought it was funny how much Langley sometimes struggled with moving Maddie. The lock came off, the door opened and the small ginger had made her move, although this time, instead of just running past him, she hit him hard in the gut and fled past his fallen form.

"Lassie!" A whistle and the German Shepard tore after the small ginger, front paws hitting her back and bringing her to the ground like she always did. There was a roar of laughter from around them and Langley stood, moving over to the pair, left arm still clutching his aching gut.

"That's rude you know, punching someone. You could lose an arm you know. Not good at all..." He took Maddie by the arm and pulled her back to her feet, dragging the struggling girl through the sand and towards the cage nearest to Vaas' place of residence.

"Just wait til Mordecai gets here! He'll kick your butt!" She snapped at him viciously. Far too vicious for a child, but that's what the island does to you. He pulled open the cage and shoved her in, closing the metal door and hooking the chain and lock on. She gave him a vile glare from behind the bars and Langley shot her the same look right back.

"Stap arguing vith small child!" Clause's voice rang in his ears and Langley turned his head towards the Russian heavy hitter. It wasn't shocking to see that he was cleaning his LMG. The men were still laughing at him, and the annoyance meter in the thin pirate was growing stronger. Clause glanced over to the bunch, narrowing his eyes. Their laughter quieted down a bit, seeing as Clause was one of the largest guys in camp. "Vhy don't just kill dem?" Clause grumbled quietly. Langley glanced over to the other in a nonchalant type of way.

"I never have a gun on me at the time." A dark chuckle from Clause and a pistol was drawn from the holster on his hip and was offered to Langley. Dark brown eyes stared at the gun, and when he took it, Langley watched as the pirates who had been laughing at him earlier, walk off as quickly and casually as they could. The thin pirate chuckled himself and drew the hammer back, as if he were preparing to stand up and go after the shitheads. "Thanks Clause..." He told the Heavy, heaving himself up and marching after the pirates that had so quickly fled from his wrath. However, Langley was not given the time to find them.

The sound of wheels scraping against the dirt ground caused all men on sight to look towards the direction of the noise. Vaas' door burst open, the crazed Pirate King stalking down his stairs and standing tall at the head of the camp, watching cargo trucks come screeching to a stop in the direct center. The pirates seated all about the trucks eyed them warily as three large men exited the first truck. One had moved towards the cargo truck at the rear and pulled the door open for a small female to step out. There were wolf whistles all around, but she paid them no mind as she and the men around her stepped up to Vaas.

She had shoulder length dark hair that was all in dreads. Her skin was dark, as if she had lived on this island since the day she was born and her eyes were a light brown that held a look of malice and hate.

"Good day, Vaas." Her accent only made Langley feel even more sure that she was born here. "My name is Veena and we work for Hoyt. And we are here to take care of the problem you and your men can't seem to exterminate." Vaas' grin faltered just the slightest, but he held his arms out to the side in a warm, welcoming manner.

"Well bitches! I'd like to welcome you to my fucking paradise on earth!" The female and men glanced about the area, eying the grafitti-covered walls, the numerous faces glaring at them, and the blood-soaked platforms.

"...hm...pleasant..." Veena finally spoke and gave a silent huff past her lips. Vaas' eyes glanced about his men and they fell on Langley.

"Hey! Gangily!" He called out to the mohawked male, nearly making the man drop the pistol in the process. "Get your ass over here an give these fuckers the grand tour." Clause and Langley exchanged glances, but he holstered the pistol and made his way over. One privateer snorted in amusement when he saw Langley come on over to them, but he was silenced with a harsh glare from Veena.

"You are Langley, yes?" She asked him and the pirate gave a soft nod.

"Mmmhmm...been a pirate working for Vaas for a good three years now." He tried to sound proud, but what was there to be proud about here? Lassie came up beside him and snarled all deadly-like towards the group, some men wrinkling their noses at her. "This my dog, Lassie. She hates a lot of people." Veena's gaze drifted down to the dog, brow raising at her. Lassie continued to growl despite the female's dark stare and it was only when Veena glanced up at Langley, she stopped.

"Smart dog." A nervous bout of laughter left the thin pirate's lips.

"Uh...yeah...anyways you bunch will be staying over this way." He gestured for the Privateers to follow him; turning towards a rather large building, he headed across the camp and in through the open doors. The group went up a flight of stairs and came to a stop at a room full of beds. "The little lady gets a room to herself since it looks like to me that she's the boss of this mission." That earned him glares from all the men but Veena gave a smirk at that.

"How hospitable." Langley grinned at this, but a scream sounded from outside, a loud begging. A piercing gunshot and the Pirivateers noted the way Langley paled. Veena moved to peer out a window, spotting Vaas standing on a stage and shooting people in the head. Rejects. The pirate before them couldn't stand it.

"Thank you." She grumbled in a placid tone, making him focus right back on her. She saw his hands move to retrieve a strange cigar from his pocket and light the end. Veena immediately smelt the weed. The privateers behind her wrinkled their noses and made motions for him to leave. Langley stumbled out of the room and down the stairs before Veena could say anymore. What an interesting pirate indeed.