OoO (Next day) OoO
I'm actually quite surprised at how long Stepan lasted before giving up the address. It wasn't until I threatened to cut off his manhood did he finally cave. I was sure once Declan started pounding on Stepan's face Stepan would squeal, but no Stepan took hell of a beating. Can hardly recognize him now. I'm sure Mikhail will have a comment or two for that...oh well.
I'm in my room currently getting "battle ready." We have an hour before dark and an hour before we leave. I'm currently adjusting the straps on my thighs that secure my holster around my waist into place. I'm currently doned in slim fit blue jeans, black tactical boots and a gray racerback top tucked into my jeans. I had one combat knife strapped inside my right boot and twin karambit knives tucked in the back of my belt. Two ammo holders on each hip that holds two clips each and twin black 9mm pistols in each holster. I busied myself with my double shoulder holster with an extra clip holder on each side paired with twin silver 9mm glocks as well. I slipped on a pair of leather open finger gloves before shrugging on a mid-thigh army green M65 field jacket. I grabbed a small duffel bag filled with extra ammunition, a small bundle of rope, a couple flash bang grenades and an ammonia mixture to kill any sample of blood. I walked out the door tucking my room key and phone into my back pocket, walking down to Declan's room.
*Knock Knock Knock*
Declan answered the door dressed in a black leather jacket, white v neck shirt, relaxed fit jeans and white k-swiss shoes. I couldn't just catch a glimpse of the gun handles peeking out from under his arms where they rested in his shoulder holster. Declan nodded solemnly towards me before stepping aside and letting me enter. 'Some things never change' I thought taking in his serious posture.
"Everything set," I asked taking in the sight of Stepan squeezed in between two of Connor's burly men.
"Yep," Declan answered back short and monotonous.
I nodded towards the bodyguards, "aye then. Let's get going."
Stepan mumbled something in return. "What was that Beaky," I asked turning to face him.
"I said you're going to die bitch," Stepan answered angrily.
I smirked back, "then so willl you."
"Your death will be slow and agonizing and hope your pretty boy is there to watch the whole thing while I take your life with my own hands," he seethed trying to stand from the bed.
I glared back and punched Stepan square in the nose causing him to plop back down on the mattress. Stepan whimpered in pain gripping his nose. Bright red blood oozed between his fingers. Connor's two guards stifled their laughs. I smirked triumphantly at Stepan while he glared back at me.
"You should really watch your mouth when you bleed like a little bitch," I laughed before turning back to Declan standing by the door.
OoO (Mikhail's LA Home) OoO
We were currently posted on a hill overlooking Mikhail's lavish mansion trying to gage how many guards the Russian would have surrounding him. If Stepan was any indication of how his father could be I wouldn't be at all surprised if Mikhail had recruited the fucking Soviet Army to protect his ass.
"Shit. He has every inch of this place covered in goons," Declan groaned looking through his night vision scope on his .300 Win Mag rifle.
*sigh* "Yeah. Son of a bitch," I agreed laying beside Declan looking through the nightscope of my .338 Win rifle.
"What's the plan now boss," asked one of Connor's gunmen who tagged along; per Connor's request.
"What cha think Butler, can we drop enough discretely," I asked Declan looking over at him.
Declan was quiet for a moment still scanning the area.
*sigh* "How good of a shot are ya Murph," Declan asked Connor's gunman.
"Eh decent," Murphy replied peering through the scope of his own high powered rifle.
*ahem* "A'ight then. What ya say McGrath, pick five targets each? Needs to be smooth and consistent. No breaks between shots to insure we drop as many before our cover is blown, aye?"
"Aye," Murphy and I both agreed.
We all took a few minutes to mentally mapped out our targets.
"Down from three work," I asked the others who agreed quickly, "aye then."
"3..." The click of each of our safeties echoed together.
"2..." Each of his drew in a slow steady breath.
"1..." We exhaled together as we each squeezed the trigger.
A white mist from the muzzle break dissipated around us. Even though each of us had a double mount suppressor in place we had to hurry and drop our targets since the shots fired weren't completely silenced. It seemed like a blink of an eye and everything was over. Mikhail was down 15 men and the three of us were quickly diverting to a new location closer to the property. From every available exit out of the mansion a replacement for the dead emerged. 'Ah shit is about to get complicated.'
OoO (Riker) OoO
Milo and I were held up in our rooms once again still not having a inkling of an idea if and when Josie would come. I was reluctantly laying in bed forcing myself to sleep seeing as how there was nothing better to do. A few days ago a small mob of men with tactical gear moved in and have been lurking around ever since. My once relaxed captivity got bumped up to high alert. No longer was supervision from just Milo enough for Mikhail. Everywhere I went I had at least three men surrounding me at all times, and considering I never left the walls of this luxurious prison I thought this treatment was extremely uncalled for and highly paranoid. I wasn't even allowed near a window anymore. 'Who the hell is going to see me out in hills of *BFE California?' I haven't been able to have a private word with Milo since the army arrived and I have no idea if he's heard from Josie or not.
Exhaling a frustrated breath I rolled from my side to my back a stared blindly up at the blank ceiling. I slowly began to drift to sleep when I heard several popping sounds resonate from outside. 'What the hell was that?!' I stayed laying on my back trying to figure out what the sound could be when I heard massive shuffling sound coming from the hall and men shouting orders in Russian. Just then my door burst open with Milo storming into my room.
"It's time," he spoke short and quickly throwing my discarded clothes from the floor at me.
"Wait what," I asked fumbling with my pants as I tried to step out of bed.
Milo stormed over to the window discretely peering out into the darkness. More popping sounds echoed through the air.
"C'mon we don't have much time," milo spoke barely looking away from the window as I tugged on my t-shirt.
"Much time? What's going on Milo," I asked pulling on my converse trying not to fall on my face in the process.
"Oh hell Blondie c'mon don't be so daft now. Those sure in the hell aren't party poppers going off out there," Milo snapped stepping away from the window.
"Oh," I replied dumbly as realization slapped me in the face, "is it...i-is it Josie?"
"I have no idea honestly but whoever decided to crash the party is giving us a chance to escape so let's move it," he answered rushing us out the door and down the hall.
Right before we reached the landing to the top of the stairs Milo slammed me into the wall against my bad shoulder. I hissed in pain.
"Fuck dude," I whisper yelled.
"Shit sorry. Just stay low and stay behind me," Milo ordered before stepping in front of me and pressing up against the wall.
I followed his stance holding my aching shoulder. Milo stealthily peered around the corner seeing if the coast was clear. I held my breath hearing heavy footsteps ascending closer to us. The next instant a massive man looking like Zangief the Street Fighter in the flesh stood at the top of the stairs holding a AR rifle in one hand distracted by his phone in the other. Milo quietly maneuvered behind him. My lungs were burning from holding my breath but I was too concentrated on stay undetected to even attempt a breath now. Milo took one more step and the floorboards created under his weight, catching the attention of the muscle neck. He turned towards Milo instantly dismissing him for a fraction of a second before turning back. Milo quickly sprung into action grabbing each side of his burly head and twisting hard. A sickening crack echoed around us. As the guard dropped to the floor I finally released my breath. 'Gah it's like a scene from every action movie ever made but so fucking cool.' Milo reached down and took possession of the AR rifle and ammo. He then tossed a pistol and extra clip at me. I clumsily caught the items trying not to drop either before we made our way down the stairs to the second floor.
Milo glanced back at me, "just stay close. Hopefully you won't have to use that."
He gestured down towards the glock clutched in my hands. I nodded and followed closely behind him. 'This is fucking insane.'
OoO (Josie) OoO
We've made it through two waves of gunmen before finally reaching the mansion all three of us exhausted but still all in one piece. Reaching the west side of the three story house we quickly nodded to one another before splitting up. Declan headed to the second floor at the south entrance as Murphy went to the third floor on the north side. I stayed on the west side bottom floor to go after Mikhail myself; pausing momentarily to check my ammo and gather my breath. I took one last deep breath before proceeding forward. 'This is fucking insane.' I quickly stepped through the door before leaning up against the wall hidden in the shadows. Seconds passed before my eyes adjusted to the change in light.
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he first floor was the cliché extravagance. Marble floors pearl and gold walls and pillars. A black iron rod grand staircase stood open to the bare foyer. To the right of the stairs stood a set of double doors dark mahogany wood and brass french handles. Indulging the obvious I resulted those doors were leading into none other than Mikhail's office. Resolving my inner battle I headed straight for the doors. Hand poised over the cold brass handle I was blindsided by one of Mikhail's remaining bodyguards effectively causing me to lose my grip on my pistol.
While it clanked to the floor Mr. Big and Angry lifted me against the doors by my throat as if that was the only logical hold to succumb to. I choked out the breath he was squeezing from my lungs and gripped his wrist trying desperately relieve the pressure if only enough to devise a sensible plan of action. The molecule of oxygen I managed to obtain during my futile struggle I remembered my combat knives I had yet to use. I assessed our position quickly. The lunk stood at around 6'2 and currently had my pinned flat to the wall just above eye level leaving my feet dangling just above his manhood.
Seeing as how there was absolutely no room to wiggle free one of the knives from my belt I had no other choice than to reach blindly for the 6" dagger sheathed in my right boot. The man in front of me smiled menacingly while he tightened his grip on my windpipe. Tears pricked my eyes.
"*Chto sluchilos' golub'? Ne mogu dyshat'," he asked chuckling maniacally.
I ignored the darkness clouding my vision and focused on the rough texture of my knife handle slipping my fingers into the brass knuckle handle. The stairs creaked beside us momentarily catching the Russian's attention. I quickly slid the knife from it's case, my quick movement regained the lunk's interest and he continued with his stranglehold. I could hear two sets of footsteps on the last few steps. My consciousness fading quickly I gripped the knife with the blade parallel to my wrist and forearm and gathered the remainder of my strength to punch my aggressor in the nose angling upwards in hopes of breaking his nose or at the very least making his eyes water. My attacker cried in agony while dropping his hold on me. I fell to the floor in a clumsy heap sucking in irratic gulps of air. Half blinded I glanced towards the stairs to see if the two men were assailants or not. When they made no attempt to attack I quickly focused on the man struggling to stand to his feet.
"*Chertovski suka," he seethed advancing towards me.
"*Poshel na khui," I rasped out countering his attack with another metal aided punch to his face.
I quickly switched my hold on my knife a lunged for his throat slicing deep into his flesh. The Russian's grip on my free arm tightened momentarily as panic raced through him and blood poured down his chest before he fell face down in his own blood motionless. My breathing still labored I stood in front of the lifeless body trying to regulate my air. I tentatively touched my bruising throat forgetting of the two on the stairs until one decided to speak.
"H-holy shit," spoke the familiar voice in stuttered awe, catching my attention.
I smirked at the two, "sorry loves missed most of the fun I'm afraid."
OoO OoO OoO
A/N: Josie finally went after Riker now for them to make it out of the mansion together and alive
*BFE- bum fucked Egypt
*chto sluchilos' golub'- wWhat's wrong dove/pigeon
*ne mogu dyshat'- ccan't breathe
*chertovski suka- fucking bitch
*poshel na khui- fuck you/off yourself