Hi lo people of FFN, Cross177 with another chapter. As well as the beginnings of another awesome arc.
The Vampire Twins. Now just to give you guys a warning, things may get pretty fucking emotional with how I portray Johnny here. Not in this chapter but definitely for the next few here.
Also, BOSS NAME DR-
*BANGBANGBANG**SHINGSHINGSHING*
Ah shit. Guess when you leave an immortal mutant and someone from the Death family at it for three months.
Welp, I'll be back after finishing another chapter for this, a new fic, and my Gaige walkthrough for Borderlands 2. SMASH THE SYSTEM!
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Thank you Mr. Torgue, now onto the Chapter!
Ch. 7 Blood of the Saint
Bulan Street, Roaranapor
Within the night-morning hours down in Roaranapor, the noise was as raucous as any nights hours in the entertainment district as Carson's Lieutenant drops by the Caribian Bar on Bulan parking his Estrada. Looked like he was ready for a night out wearing a white collared shirt under a blue blazer sporting black khakis and some casual black leather shoes The place could be considered casual middle-class borderline low high-class considering the mixed drinks in the hands of several patrons, a more organized liquor cabinet behind the bar filled with various overseas branded logos, and the barkeeper dressed in a little more professional manner compared to Bao in the Yellow Flag. Next to the barkeep was a Grasshopper set up in a martini glass in front of an empty seat.
The barkeep caught a whiff of the man as he entered the building, the bell on the door ringing as it opened, "You're late. Drink's getting warm Ja-"
"Ah ah, remember no names during business hours," the Lieutenant chastised playfully as he sat on the bar swiping the Grasshopper in his hand.
The barkeep rose a brow in confusion, "But you're off duty aren't you?"
"But you're not," the Lieutenant smiled, "If I recall, it's that time of the month. The boys from HM should be popping by soon. So you're usually here for about another hour."
"I find it scary how you can remember the fine details," the barkeep deadpanned.
"I've watched these guys plenty of times over the years, I know how they work, and from what I understand, they arrive on the dot," the Lieutenant smiled taking a swig from his cocktail as he pulled his phone out.
Soon enough, the bell on the door jingled. The barkeep turned his attention to the door about to greet the people coming in. But instead of the bagmen from Hotel Moscow, identical twins, one boy and the other a girl, both staring at the barkeep with an eerie sort of smile smile on their faces. The Lieutenant took notice of their unique features, pale skin, platinum grey hair and a creepy smile on their faces. The short-haired one, of which he assumed was a boy wore boy-shorts and a dress-shirt which held the look together with a string bowtie, wearing a child-size trench coat that reached down to his ankles. The long-haired one, deducing this one to be a young girl, wore a black Lolita dress also tied around the collar with a string bowtie, a second one acting as her headband, though she happened to carry a bundle with her, held together with a small plush bear at the end of the string.
The barkeep rose a brow at the kids' unique sense of fashion but pulled the authoritative voice, "We don't tend to or serve to kids. Get!"
The short-haired one reached into his outer coat-pocked at pulled out a neat business card. The barkeep's eyes widen, while the Lieutenant rose his brow at the kids as they recognized the card.
The Bougainvillea Trading Company.
Balalaika's front.
The girl spoke up in a sweet voice, "We're supposed to find customers in places that Ms. Balalaika operates." "We were told to work here tonight. No one told you anything?" The short-haired one continued on in a sort of young gravely voice, not something you'd hear for one so young, chalk it up to puberty or lack thereof?
The barkeep took a good look at the card, it was real, if a bit aged. Probably someone whose been a long-time customer helped them out, "Just go to the back. And don't creep any of my customers out while you're at it."
Both smiled in that eerie sweet way that still bugged both the Lieutenant and the barkeep, "Those two freak you the fuck out like me?" the Lieutenant asked.
"Yeah, weirder is that they have Hotel Moscow's front card," the barkeep frowned.
"You should call Balalaika."
The barkeep looked at his friend with a hint of fear, "You fucking kidding me?! At this late at night, what if it's legit and we called her for nothing. You know how pissed she would be? Besides, they're kids, the hell do you think they can do?"
"After what happened on the docks, I've tried to keep an open mind," The Lieutenant looked back to the kids as his eye met the girl's. She simply smiles at him with a small wave.
Seeing him turn his attention to the barkeep, the girl turned to her twin brother, "I think he might know frate-meu ."
"Which one sora-mea, the bar tender?"
"No frate-meu, the one in black and blue."
"Why doesn't he say anything sora-mea?"
"It might be an adult thing frate-meu. I think they like things a little quiet if they're not being loud themselves."
"Oh look sora-mea, our playmates are here," the boy beamed, a smile emphasizing his canines.
"Think we can get two playmates this time frate-meu?" the girl beams as well with her canines showing.
Lagoon Co., Roaranapor
It was in the early afternoon at the Lagoon Office and everyone was left to their own devices as they awaited for their next call for their next job. Dutch was out for the moment grabbing some supplies for the office, Benny went through some software updates on his computers.
All the while Johnny and Revy sat on the couch watching TV on the couch nursing a couple of beers, "So what's the craziest thing you've done back in Stillwater?"
"That depends, how crazy you thinking? Murder spree crazy, or vandalism crazy?" Johnny asked back.
"I dunno. Craziest vandalism," Revy decided.
"Shit, that would take me back long time ago? By then the Boss was actually a freshly recruited foot solder while I was one of the original Saint's Lieutenants for only two years," Johnny recalled, "We killed one of the Vice Kings' Lieutenants Anthony Green. Then one of our guys in the Saints came up with a plan kill the Vice Kings' cred with the mayor and the city. We put on some VK flags while we caught the attention of the media while we hijacked some dude's car and pulled off a few drive-bys starting from the retail district by the time we got all the way downtown."
"Hold on," Revy interrupted, "Why do you do that?"
"Do what?" Johnny replies back.
"Every time you mention your "Boss", you just call him by that title, but say nothing about his name," Revy pointed out with air quotes, "Seriously, is he really nameless?"
"He's got a name," Johnny scoffed, "Boss just doesn't want us calling him by it."
"Why, is it so fucking embarrassing that he would really rather be called, "The Boss"?" Revy grinned.
"Nah, nothing like that. More to the point, if you add a bit of mystery, like say the redaction of a name, it tends to bring up a bit of fear factor. Psychological warfare shit to the enemy cause there is no name, there just is," Johnny explained, trying to add to the mystery of his leader.
Revy just stared at him with her arms crossed.
"You ain't gonna let me finish if I don't tell you," Johnny glared.
"Hey you said it, not me," Revy grinned.
Johnny groaned, "Fine, but you do NOT tell anyone else."
"What, you gonna cut my tongue out," Revy barked with laughter.
"I'm serious enough to put you under a blood oath," said Johnny.
A small silence between them before Revy groaned, "Fiiine, I swear I won't say anything."
At this point, Johnny was slightly torn. It's been nearly half a year since he joined the Lagoon Company. Dutch and Benny always respected his privacy in things he wasn't willing to share with them. Revy was one of the few who tried to push. Though oddly enough, through the various jobs he's gone through with her, there was a sense of comradery, a bit of trust that they could watch each other's back.
Plus, the other two were either gone or busy, there was that sense of secrecy between them.
"His name is Perseus."
Silence fell between them once more. Johnny half-expected her to start laughing at him. Almost thought she was gonna mock the boss how a badass was supposedly named Percy.
"Wow… I didn't think you were really gonna tell me," Revy replied stunned, "I was just busting your balls but wow, really didn't think you were gonna tell me your boss' name."
Shit.
"W-w-w….."
"Oh my god, is the great Johnny Gat speechless?" Revy grinned.
"Oh ha ha," Johnny mocked rolling his eyes behind his shades, "I got my moments of speechlessness before, don't need to keep this shit going."
Revy just snickered, "I'm just busting your balls. If anything, I do find it flattering that you do trust me with Percy's name." There it is. "Now come on, you and Percy doin' drive-bys in the retail district, sounds like a start of a good date."
"Oh fuck you Revy," Johnny fumed.
"Fine, fine, sorry. Just call that ball busting payback for the shirt," Revy waved off, "Now tell me, crazy vandalism, drive-bys, downtown, go!"
The Saint sighed, "Right. After we shot up this jewelry store, me and Perce took a drive downtown where I suggested that we show our opinion on modern art down there."
"Modern art?"
"Don't get me started; it was something I wanted to do for a long time. Back then, their opinion of fucking modern art was laying a bunch of giant fucking stone bowling pins stacked like a pyramid on a pool rack."
"Geez, who the fuck decides that kind of shit is art?"
"You'd be surprised. Anyways, long story short me and Percy reenacted a Dukes of Hazzard scene into it."
"YEEEEEHAAAAAWWW!"
Them Saint boys are at it again.
Bet ya anything it ain't gonna be over anytime soon.
Steeeeriiiike!
"KINGS DO WHAT WE WANT, WHEN WE WANT!"
"And you know how assholes who feel like they've done a "service to the city", they feel like they deserve their own statue. Well Mayor Hughes, former and deceased mayor of Stillwater had one commemorated for him. After art appreciation, we jacked a Bulldozer nearby and shoved the shovel up his ass. The statue, not the mayor, he got blown the fuck up."
The phone rang as soon as Johnny finished his story. The Saint got up to answer as it rang.
Revy though had a few skepticisms on his story that she decided to question, "A bulldozer? How the fuck did you jack a fucking bulldozer? Nevermind that, how the fuck did you get away with fucking with one the highest powers in your city?"
Johnny however gave a snort as he picked up the phone, "Would you believe it was just lying around on a lot? With the keys still inside. Three times outta ten, when carjacking, they leave a spare key nearby in the car. Sides, guy didn't know it was the Saints, we were flying Kings flags. Best part, leader of the VKs was rolling pretty cozy with the mayor, so it was the start of a break-up."
Revy just stared dumbfounded, "Who the fuck leaves that shit lying around?!"
Johnny smirked with a shrug at Revy's reaction before answering the phone mid-ring, "Lagoon Company, guns n'…Oh, hey Boris right?"
Revy listened in to the Saint's responses over the phone, apparently they were called by Balalaika's right hand. "Mmhmmm…movin' the meeting…no worries, I'll let Dutch know. Good luck."
"What was that about?" Revy asked as Dutch came into the office with a bag of groceries.
"Looks like our schedule is free. Balalaika called off the meeting due to personal reasons," Johnny answered.
Dutch gave a grunt as he and Revy shared a look. "You thinking what I'm thinking?" Revy queried to her boss.
"Yeah," Dutch sighed, "some people know how to stir up trouble."
"You talking about the murders going on lately?" Johnny questioned pulling another beer from a six pack Dutch bought over, "Would've thought that sort of thing would be normal."
"Normally you'd be right. But this is Balalaika and Hotel Moscow we're talking about," Dutch corrected, "And the guys that did this, got away with killing six of her men. Mind you these are people that served under her when she commanded her platoon in Afghanistan. They respect her and vice versa and they'd follow her to the depths of hell if she wished. She never asked for her loyalty, but they gave her their lives and she gives them the respect that they deserve."
Johnny looked back mid sip hearing the abridged version of Balalaika's background. No doubt there was more to this story, but he could understand in a way as he shook his head, "Jesus, so in other words, these fucks doing this are practically signing a death warrant, whether they realize it or not."
"Got it in one," Revy replied, giving a fake cheers to the air with her beer, "Expect a lot of blood and a lot of bodies by the end of this."
Private Mafia Meeting, Roaranapor
As the sun set over the horizon of the city of thieves and murderers, one undisclosed location would be the most secured and guarded location in Roaranapor. A safe house holding a meeting between the four main mafia representatives of Roaranapor, Abbrego of the Columbian Cartel, Verrocchio of the Italian Mafia, Mr. Chang of the Sun Yee On, and Balalaika of Hotel Moscow.
Though as it was Balalaika had invited one more, Carson Welsh, currently dressed in some more formal wear in a tan blazer and over a white dress shirt with black pants. Setting up in a back room with files about the recent incidents which involves some men of each of the mafia leaders. Each brutally murdered by the two 'suspects' last seen down over at the Caribian bar. His mind recalling his recent trip there, as the local police started investigating the place.
-SoR-
Bulan St, Roaranapor (Hours Earlier)
Carson drove down towards Bulan in a silver Eiswolf when he heard from one of his men that the Caribian Bar was shot down to hell. Exiting his car, he sees the entire place blocked off by police tape and the few officers pushing the public away.
Though that wasn't going to stop him.
Ignoring the crowd and the lesser officers around, he steps under the tape to make his way inside. However, "Hey, no one in the public can cross the line!"
Turning around, Carson stares face to face with a hardened expression towards Chief Watsap who recoils at the look, "Ah, Mr. Welsh didn't…recognize you."
"Watsap, mind telling me what you're doing?"
"I..um…that is…" the stammering from what Carson could tell, was the police chief trying to cover his ass.
"Need I remind you of the agreement. I don't need to pay you to do as I please, at the same time, I have no need to release your 'relationship' with the mayor. Those rounds of golf on the back nine? Wonder what the wife may think," Carson reminded the police chief. Said Chief was sweating at the implications and the ramifications that would come with such a release.
"J-just doing my job Mr. Welsh," he grinned weakly.
Carson looked towards the ruins, "So what happened here?"
Watsap recalled what one of the barely surviving waiters told them as he bled out from his wounds. Recalling how Carson's own Lieutenant walked in for the day for some business he had with the bartender, afterwards two creepy adolescent twins, one boy and one girl, popping in showing a Bougainvillea business card, it wasn't till soon after two bagboys from Hotel Moscow popped in. All of a sudden the kids introduced themselves to the bagmen.
"According to the waiter, Balalaika's men felt something was off and tried acting first. That's when things got a little fucky when your man rushed into one of them as the boy brandished an axe and got your Lieutenant's hand chopped off pushing one of the bagmen away. Next thing anyone knew the little girl whipped out some automatic rifle and just shot up the place. According to another eyewitness, they saw the other bagman trying to make a break for it until the girl effectively kneecapped him before her brother stuffed him into the back seat of an old Bootlegger before shooting the rest of the bar and driving off."
"They took one of Balalaika's men? Someone is asking for a death wish, doubly so with me," Carson growled, "I'll take a look around, that good?"
"Not a problem," Watsap agreed weakly before walking back to his post.
Entering within the ruined bar, Carson sees CSI is just about done with collecting info several chalk outlines sprawled around the bar, many of them human shaped within several booths, speculating patrons who frequent the bar, probably a few street girls in the mix to have a good time. Though nearby the bar beside some toppled bar stools, an odd chalk outline.
Looking over to one of the CSI, "Hey, the hell was this thing?" he asked pointing at the odd chalk-shape.
"Believe it or not it was a hand," the CSI answered, "Odd thing was, I don't think it belonged to any of the vics that were here. None of them was missing a limb much less a hand."
Recalling Watsap's info from earlier, the outline here must be from his lieutenant. But where in the hell would he be able to…oh, a giant hole in the wall. 'How the hell did I miss that?' Directly from across the bar, a circular exit, "That sonovabitch," Carson grinned.
"What a surprise Mr. Welsh. Mind telling me what you're doing here?" Balalaika's voice rang behind him. Turning around to see the Russia mob boss herself and her right-hand Boris.
"Balalaika," he smiled at her, "Stealing my swagger aren't cha?"
"I do believe I asked you a question," Balalaika planted firmly.
Carson only replied back with a huff, "If the fat bastard out there hasn't told you already, your boys and mine were involved in this little murder case. Safe to say we are both victims of tragedy here."
"How so?" she inquired skeptically.
"You know how something like that happens?" Carson asks back pointing thumb at the hole in the wall.
Both Balalaika and Boris took a look at the hole and gave a quick examination. Boris was the first to recognize the damage, "Impact grenade. Your lieutenant used it for a quick exit."
"Hopefully your other bagman made it out as well."
"You worry about your own man," the Russian woman replied sharply, "Speaking of, what was he doing here?"
"Other than doing his weekly conjugal visit for a good Grasshopper, barkeeps make great informants," he told her.
"I see, care to share this info?"
"I know you and the other bosses got a meeting today to talk current events. Get me in and I'll show you something you and Chang might want to know about."
-SoR-
Outside his prep room, he could hear the mafia bosses doing their initial back and forth with each other, though from what he could hear, Verrocchio was the one talking the loudest while Balalaika adds in her own snide remarks towards him, further angering the Italian man.
It was no secret to anyone that Verrocchio hated Balalaika with a passion and was easily angered by her. Though admittedly he'd be angered by anything that wouldn't go his way, his pride easily matched by it, and at times mixing together to create Verrocchio's personality that Hotel Moscow's lady boss had fun poking at.
"Wonder how pissed off he'll get with me popping up?"
Yellow Flag (Dusk)
"Whoa, did we hit happy hour?" Johnny questioned in a surprised tone.
"If we did, must be recent," Revy answered with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
Upon entering the Yellow Flag, they saw that it was more crowded than usual for the bar. Maybe a few new or uncommon faces from the usual ones. The duo sat down to their usual spot at the bar in front of Bao who was busy pouring a drink for another patron.
"Yo Bao, looks like business is booming today," Johnny called out to the barkeep.
"You make a new special?" Revy added looking around with a grin, "Half-off for everyone with a gun."
"SHHHHT!" Bao shushed, "Dammit Revy, don't you be getting these bastards any ideas."
True to her observation, just about everyone here had some kind of firearm on their side. One had a freaking Annihilator RPG strapped to his back. The barkeep and the duo actually trailed their stare to that one guy, apparently having some trouble to sit down, part of the seat almost hitting the loaded warhead of the launcher. Making Bao sweat for obvious reasons.
"Hey Bao," Johnny started, "I make sure he doesn't blow the bar, you set me and Revy up with a couple of free rounds."
Bao groaned at the thought of giving free drinks, but the possible short and long term payouts clashed.
"One round of beer between you two," Bao haggled.
"One free round of the premium, imported."
"Two rounds of Bacardi for the both of you."
"Make them doubles for the both of us and you got a deal."
"Just get him out of here!"
"I call that a deal," Johnny grinned hopping off the barstool.
While Johnny was scoring some free drinks, Revy leaned her back onto the bar as Bao started cleaning some mugs.
Revy just snorted looking out towards everyone in the bar, "Jeez, someone kills various members of the mafia like the Punisher, everyone starts packing."
"You hear Revy? The bosses put a bounty on the perp," Bao informed the Lagoon gunner. In the background Johnny tosses the guy with the Annihilator on his back by the weapon.
Turning back to the barkeep, Revy's curiosity was piqued, "How much?" she asked ignoring Johnny's meaty punches to the RPG guy.
"Fifty grand," Bao's voice made the rewards sound almost mythical, "And they ain't using baht either. Fifty grand in US dollars." Que a faint Wilhelm Scream outside the bar.
Revy's grin got even wider at the prospect, "Well now, sounds like they're getting serious. I should probably get in on this gig then."
A heavy clang next to her made her jump as she noticed the Annihilator by her partner's seat before the Saint's ass planted on the stool, "You owe us two rounds Bao."
"The hell happened to the guy?" Bao asked as he slid their Bacardi towards them.
Half-way through his first round Johnny answered, "Went cliff diving. Foliage probably broke his fall." Bao had his doubts, but shrugged it off. "So I heard about a bounty, what's the count?"
Revy herself went through a third of her drink, "Mob boss bounty, 50K in US, and everyone here's got a hard-on for the bounty."
Johnny gave out a low whistle, "That's a pretty penny, any leads?
"Nope," Bao denied, "But if these guys were from out of town, shouldn't be too hard to find."
"Shouldn't be too hard. Out-of-towners do stick out unless they know how to blend," Johnny analyzed swirling his drink, "It ain't gonna be like Lovelace incident though. She was trying to be found. These guys are going out of their way to kill mafia people whenever they can. The fact they haven't been exposed can mean one of two things, either they're actually able to blend in with the city pretty damn well, or…" The Saint trailed off.
"…or, someone is sheltering these guys," Revy finished knocking back the rest of her drink. Bao refilled her drink as Rebecca keeps speaking, "But no one actually knows whose helping these guys. Got everyone paranoid."
Bao groaned, "Geez, this is gonna be messy. I'll be honest if I say I don't care how this goes down. Just so long this shit doesn't get my bar shot to hell like last time."
"Like the last twelve times," Revy grinned. Bao growled at the statement, "Calm down Bao, its neutral territory, no one's gonna mess with you this time around unless those guys intend to roll up here."
"HEEEEEEYYYY TWO-HAND!" Before Revy could recognize the voice, a blonde woman with shades wearing a peach-colored halter-top and a pair bright-green leather skirt plops onto the barstool next to Revy with a grin on her face, "Lookit' here. Bonnie and Clyde drinking the night away."
"Great way to start the night off," the Saint replied, "Who are you again?"
"Just picture her with that nun shit on her," Revy reminded him.
Johnny frowned before giving a snort of surprise as she blew a bubble from that piece of gum she was chewing, "Holy shit, Eda? The fuck you doing here?"
"Same as everyone here, getting drunk and waitin' for something to happen. Hey Clyde, mind dropping this sow and have a little something with me for a bit playing with my little Bonnie?" the off-duty nun asked with a wink.
"Ain't you nuns supposed to be celibate?" Johnny commented.
Revy glared at Eda seeing the nun trying to pick-up on her partner, "Hey slut, if you're looking for action take it somewhere else. And who the fuck you calling a sow?!" Revy growled.
"Oooh, scary," Eda teased, "You hear that? I think her period's screwed up now."
The Saint shrugged as he downed his second round, "I'll be honest, I actually thought she was on a permanent PMS mode."
Eda's grin grew further, "I know right?"
"That's it Eda," Revy barked, "You and me. Outside. Now!"
"Calm down Revy," Eda waved off calming down Two-Hands, "I came down here with some hot leads for some good money."
Revy and Johnny looked at each other getting a general idea as to what the nun is offering. "You're talking about the manhunt right?" Revy quirked a brow.
"Seriously," Eda calmed down, her hyped mood dampening, "Jeez, talk about blue balling a girl. And here I was trying to build it up to the next surprise."
"Something else happened?" Bao asked, his curiosity piqued.
Eda inched in closer prompting the three to close in as well, "Don't know if you guys heard, but Hotel Moscow were the ones to bring up the bounty on these guys. But as of recent events, the bounty just doubled."
"WHAT!?"
"Shh, shh, shh, calm the fuck down guys," Eda tried to calm them down, "Don't want anymore guys here. We already got to deal with the more trigger happy fellows. Everyone from the local mobsters to the freelancers from out of town, and I've heard the Yun Bros., "Big One" Emilio, and Ronnie CK are here."
"Good Christ, the town's turning into a contract killer circus," Bao groaned.
"Greentooth Johnny just bought an elephant gun from us too," Eda added.
Revy and Bao looked back to the Saint hearing the familiar name, "Don't look at me. I'd only get a big fucking gun if I wanted to take something big down. Remember the gatling I knicked a while back. I still got that shit on me in case we have to go through something like that again. What I want to know, what the fuck is the bounty on that would call for an elephant gun, makes it sound like we're hunting rhinos."
"Forget about the guy, if we want to get a good spot, we're gonna hafta book it. We miss out on it, we're gonna be out on at least fifty grand," Eda hustled.
"Thought you said it doubled?" Revy reminded finishing her glass as she and Johnny got up to leave.
"Well that goes to that second piece of info I was getting to," Eda said as she reached into her pocket pulling out a cell phone, "It's not just fifty grand for the bounty," opening her photos she showed them an old school bounty flyer showing headshots of two pale-skinned kids, one a girl with long hair, the other a boy with short hair. On closer expression, they could be assumed to be twins. "It's fifty grand a head," Eda revealed.
Revy and Johnny looked back at each other again. They were looking at a hundred grand in total for the two, even stating dead or alive. "The fuck did they do to get the extra attention? Balalaika does know how get everyone's attention, but I know she doesn't go all out. Who's applying the extra incentive?"
Eda gave a knowing smile, "Don't know if you heard, but there was a shootout on Bulan at The Caribbean Bar."
"That's Hotel Moscow's turf right?" Johnny summarized.
"How'd you hear?"
"Makes sense, Balalaika's right hand called the Lagoon Company to cancel a meeting with us," Johnny informed her.
"Hmm," Eda mused, "Well I don't know if you heard, but it wasn't just a couple of Hotel Moscow's boys. Carson's Lieutenant was there too, all that was left of him was a hand. Carson's the guy adding in the extra scratch."
"Oh…" Revy started.
"Shit." Johnny finished.
Itallian Mafia HQ
The hard soles of designer shoes of several Italian mobsters clacked on the hard wood floor. Each of them couldn't help but have that eerie chill in their spines as they heard the song of the twins.
*My mother has killed me.*
*My father is eating me.*
*My brothers and sisters sit under the table,*
*Picking up my bones, they will bury them*
*Under the cold, marble stones.*
Opening the door the mobster leading the pack began to reprimand the kids in the room. "Alright, just what the hell…are you two…?" The sight of the dead Russian behind the twins mid-dress before them put the lead mobster at a loss of words.
The Hotel Moscow member they picked up, aside from the kneecaps that were shot out, the entirety of his head was unrecognizable with the various nails the twins hammered into his head. Not just the nails, but the nail holes indicating they pulled a few out. Several of the injuries even seemed to be post-mortem. All evidence indicating they have been going at this guy for a while.
"What are we doing?" the girl finished for him, "we're just putting on our clothes."
The two just smiled at the group, the lighting from the moonlight in the twins accentuated their blood-red irises and the canines in their smile.
Outside the Mafia Headquarters a lanky Haitian man stood in the shadows of the alley. In his hand was a staff with a human skull as a headpiece of his stick, a thick scar running around his neck. Entering the alleyway, a larger burly Hatian man in a green muscle shirt sporting a top-knot of dreds.
"Mr. Sunshine, it seems they were the ones hiring the murderers of this city in attempts to be rid of their opposition," he informed them, "two children, twins, a little boy and a little girl."
"Hiring a pair of bloodthirsty dogs to attack their enemies at the price of his own blood," Sunshine spoke, "No need to keep an eye here. They've already killed themselves. Tell the Major to we're ready to spread out to our other stations."
"Yes sir," the Hatian foot solder replied, "There is another piece of information you should know. A Saint is in the midst of the city."
Sunshine's eyes widened in surprise, "A Saint? Out here?"
"He is currently unaware of our existence from what we are aware of. But he has been here for a good amount of time. It seems he has been stranded here."
"Which one?"
"Johnny Gat. He was last seen at the Yellow Flag bar."
Sunshine pondered at this well of information, "Have our men keep an eye on him. And be sure he is not aware of our existence. A single Saint is able to take out one of our well guarded labs, he's taken out worse, make sure he doesn't step foot in our direction."
"Yes sir."
"Now begone," Sunshine commanded, "And be sure to relay this information to the Major."
The Haitian foot solder ran off with his orders leaving Sunshine to his thoughts as he stared up into the night sky, "I'll be sure the Loa will see his sacrifice for my disgrace. And afterwards, Him. The Sons of Samedi shall rise again."
Won't lie, I've had few problems in a few areas but I'd like to think this ended up pretty well. Hopefully the pacing ain't too bad. The Saints and Johnny ain't gonna meet up anytime too soon so you guys waiting for that will have to wait a little longer.
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Ah shit, okay see you guys in Cross Time, I'm gonna teach a couple of immortal idiots what it means for fucking fightin' in a writer's man-cave.
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