A golf ball went sailing over the metal gate surrounding Hoyt's compound. Langley breathed a sigh out between his lips, slinging the old, battered golf club over his shoulder. If Langley thought Vaas' compound was boring, Hoyt's was even worse. All he could hear were the screams of the prisoners and the laughter of their torturers. Langley was thankful he had at least found an old radio to play some music.
Langley had been correct. Vaas was definitely not happy when he found out that Jason Brody had burned down a large amount of the weed and destroyed the boat that had even more drugs on board. But all wasn't too bad. Angus had gotten away with plenty of the plant, so Vaas wasn't too angry. Unfortunately, Langley and Angus both had been condemned to different locations. Angus had been sent back to Nat's Repairs and Langley had been sent to the South Island to break the news to Hoyt.
It would have been fine, but Vaas thought it was a great idea to accompany him. When he broke the news to Hoyt, the business man wasn't pleased in the very least. Despite having one of the best poker face's in the world, Langley could sense the anger and malice radiating from the top boss. He felt like the man was going to whip out a gun and shoot him immediately, but instead, he was sent away.
So now, Vaas and Hoyt were still inside the main building, discussing their next plans of action. And Langley was left to his own devices, an old golf club, a bucket of golf balls, and an old radio. A glance to the side and his brow rose at the sight of a cage housing a single male with dark hair. Why was he out in the open like this? Had he been bought already? His head craned the other way towards a Privateer, bald, large, and German.
"Hey Sam...why's that guy just sitting out there in the cage?" Langley asked the man as he approached. He gave the lightest hint of a grin when Sam's face twisted into a frown at the sight of him. Langley relished the fact that Sam did not like him at all. He didn't know why, but knowing this made him giddy every time he was in the Privateer's presence. It always made talking to Mister Becker all the more fun. He saw the way the bald man's head turned in the direction he pointed before he grumbled.
"Is product that has been bought. Hughes and Hector are coming later today to pick him up." A clipboard was stuffed into Langley's free hand, his eyes wandered over the ID card stuck to the worn wood. Keith Ramsay was his name and a light chuckle left his lips, followed by a shake of his head. The very sight of Keith's face made him want to punch the man, so he handed the clipboard back to Sam, tapping the golf club against the ground.
"His face makes me angry." Langley remarked, getting a deeper frown from Sam. As casually as he could, Langley began to make his way back towards his bucket of golf balls and his radio with the intent to continue on with his day. At least until he and Vaas returned to the North Island. Unfortunately, Sam stopped him before he got too far away.
"Not so fast." Sam's words made him pause. "You are in charge of product until Hughes comes to pick him up. Hoyt's orders." The look on Langley's face molded into a look of annoyance. Nobody liked Buck and the very thought of having to be there when he came to pick up the guy made Langley want to bash his head against the wall. Repeatedly.
"Really? But Buck is so...so...ugh..." A fierce shake of his head and Langley glanced right over at Keith from where he was in the cage. "I feel kinda bad for him." He said sincerely. Langley headed for the bucket and radio, hauling both up and making his way back over to the caged Keith. The bucket and radio were set down, and Langley chose to not look at Keith as he retrieved a single golf ball. If he aimed right, he might be able to hit the ball at the Privateer guarding the doors to the main building.
The ball was placed on the ground, the club was raised and he brought it down, the ball getting smacked into the air. A frown as he missed, leaning back with a huff. He had missed so badly, he hit a Privateer that wasn't even near the one he wanted to hit! A glance down at the male in the cage and his brow rose.
"What? Nothing to say?" Langley teased, earning himself a glare from the younger man. Keith's arms were tied to the cage bars and a gag was covering his mouth. His clothes were dirty and a bit torn and his eye housed a big, ugly shiner. Langley couldn't let the opportunity pass up. Crouching down beside the cage, he prodded a bit at the man with the handle of his club. "Can't even score me on that shot?" Unintelligible words filtered pass the gag and Langley gave a roll of his shoulders. He was pretty sure most of those were insults.
Langley gave a long groan, before a thought snapped into his head. "How about this. If I miss this next shot aiming for that Privateer's head..." He pointed towards the Privateer guarding the door. "...I'll take your gag off?" A sort of crooked grin marred his face when Keith glanced over to the man and a small nod. Now he was getting somewhere. "Alright!"
Dropping another ball into the dirt, Langley bent his knees and lightly tapped the club against the ball. A glance back at Keith, a crooked grin and the club was raised over his head and brought down viciously. In wonder, both Langley and Keith watched the golf ball sail into the air, only to smack into another Privateer's head. Nonetheless, it wasn't the one Langley had agreed on and he grumbled.
Stooping down beside the male, he reached his hands through the bars to remove to gag that had been blocking his lips. "There we go. Now don't make me regret taking it off, alright?" He saw Keith wiggle his jaw, as if to loosen to from its previous stiff position.
"Turn that shit off." Keith growled finally, making Langley's brow raise. Out of all the things he could have said once the gag was off, he was demanding the thin pirate to turn the radio off? "Worst piece of shit music I've ever heard."
"You're in no position to tell me what I can and can't listen too." Langley cooed back at Keith in a sickly sweet voice. Keith flinched lightly at the tone and the pirate laughed, taking up another golf ball. "Don't like Swing music? Perfect shit to dance to, ya know." The club was wagged in Keith's direction, the golf ball was dropped to the ground. A glance upwards, he watched the guard at the entrance sway back and forth on his feet, as if he were trying to wake up his sleeping, aching feet.
"No. I don't like Swing. Shitty music." Keith's voice piped up over the music. "Hey...if you miss this shot, you gotta untie me."
"Don't count on it." Langley replied quick. "If I untied you and the client that bought you showed up, he might take me instead!" A shake of his head. Buck definitely would have if Hoyt let him. "And as fun as a good bet sounds, I can't let you, the product, escape when he arrives today." That, and Langley did not want a bullet through his skull for letting him escape.
Keith watched with a frown as Langley hit the golf ball, cursing to himself when the pirate missed yet again. He would have won if the pirate made that bet. By now, the Privateer guarding the door had begun to take notice of the golf balls landing near and around him. When he glanced over, the pirate had merely smiled and waved at him.
"Hey! Stop trying to hit me with those fucking-" His loud exclamation was cut short when a perfectly hit golf ball flew through the air and smacked him right in his forehead.
"All in the wrists." Langley told Keith with a wretched smile and Keith had to force himself not to start laughing. That had been a good shot after all. "Well how else am I supposed to amuse myself while Vaas is talkin' to the boss, eh?" He addressed the Privateer, giving him a look.
"Shut up and do your duties!" The Privateer stomped away from the steps he had been 'guarding' and stepping right up in Langley's face. "Just because all you pirates run rampant over on the North Island, doesn't mean you savages can on this one!" Langley stared the other down with a raised brow. Langley was very tempted to bring the golf club down through the Privateer's teeth, but instead of doing so, he thought of something else.
Langley bashed the club against the Privateer's kneecap, grinning wickedly when he heard a loud crack as metal met bone. The privateer hit the dirt rather quickly after the initial impact, clutching at his wounded knee and taking deep, gasping breaths while his kneecap throbbed in pain. Keith stared at the hurt man with wide eyes, watched as Langley crouched beside the fallen Privateer and jabbed at the injury with the handle to the club.
"listen. I tried to be the good guy!" Langley pat the top of the man's head. "But you don't go around tellin' me my orders. You're not my Superior. You're just a guy who guards the door." Standing fully, Langley waved the Privateer off without a second glance. He already knew the man was plotting his death, but honestly, Langley didn't care if he was targeted by a couple hundred guns. Langley was pretty damn sure that plenty of people these days wanted him dead. The day he died probably wouldn't influence anyone too important.
"What's that thing stickin' outta your bag?" Keith's voice came through again, making Langley cock his head backwards to look at the prisoner, then to the bag he gestured to. Sticking barely out of the top of it was the relic that Angus had given him not too long ago. Before the weed fields went up in flames. Laying the club on the dirt ground, Langley stooped down beside the cage to take the relic into his grip.
"It's an old relic that belonged to the ancients of this island. Ya know...like the rebels that call themselves the Rakyat." Brushing some imaginary dirt off the relic, he displayed the jade colored stones that were its eyes. "They say legends and vast stories and miraculous entities surround these little guys." The Privateer had long crawled back towards the steps to continue what he had been doing. Only this time, he was sitting on the steps nursing his busted knee. "So thus, I am going to begin collecting these guys...I like some kind of history. My collecting will probably piss of the Rakyat to. So that's a plus!"
Langley knew that Keith really wasn't interested in what he had to say, due to the look on his face, but it was nice to tell someone this. Maybe Keith wasn't that bad of a guy and as the hours ticked on, Langley discovered that Keith was a banker, having lived in California with the rest of his rag tag group. He found that Keith was someone he could sort of get along with. They would have continued to talk, let the hours tick on like a dream, but a familiar voice cut through their words.
"Gangily?" Glancing upwards, Langley gave half a grin at the sight of Hector, Buck Hughes' little assistant. A mess of dark hair whipped about his hair, as if a nasty wind messed it all up. The man's heterochromatic eyes watched the duo with an interested expression. Jumping to his feet, Langley did an off-handed, mock salute. "What are you doing here?"
"Well...after most of the weed fields on the North Island burned down cuz'a Snow White, I was brought here under the supervision of Vaas to tell Hoyt. Now I'm waiting for Vaas to leave the building so I can get back to main islands. But right now, I'm stuck looking after him." Gesturing to Keith, his hands stuffed into his pockets, and Langley glanced around for the assassin in question. "Where's your weird boss?"
"Buck? He went inside to talk with Hoyt before...ya know." A look was sent to Keith, the banker glaring darkly at the man. "Why's his gag off though?" Another curious question and Langley gave a light snort in response.
"I lost a bet. Made a deal with the guy that if I missed hitting a Privateer in the head with one of the many golf balls I had, I'd take it off. I don't go back on my words you know." One hand was removed from its pocket, waggling a single digit at Hector as if he were chastising a disobedient child. The front door to the main building opened and out stalked the three men. Vaas was walking behind Hoyt and Buck as they discussed prices for Keith and when Buck glanced upwards at the trio by the cage, Langley felt that all he was looking at was him.
"ah! Gangily's here! Long time no see brat!" Buck handed the check he had written to Hoyt and he approached the trio with long strides. His ugly Hawaiian shirt was unbuttoned fully and it splayed out behind him like a cape as he approached. The gaudy deer head on his chest was still unimpressive to Langley and he forced a grin.
"Hey Buck." He remarked with that same frown and forced good attitude.
"It's Mister Hughes, Gangily." Buck reminded him in a tone that made Langley freeze. His tone turned happier when he spoke again. "Guarding my new friend eh? Nothing better than that! Can't trust a good number of these men to get the bloody job done right, ya know?" The Aussie laughed and stroked the stubble on his chin with an open palm and fat fingers. Langley glanced back at Keith, who seemed to be having a panic attack from where he sat. Just by looking, he could see that Keith already did not like the man who was buying him and Langley gave a soft sigh and a roll of his eyes.
Instead, he watched Buck pull open the cage door and yank Keith out by his restrained hands. Keith was shoved into Hector's awaiting arms and Langley could hear Keith yelling out angrily and thrashing in Hector's hold. Teeth worried at his bottom lip and the pirate turned away to take up the club and radio. Using his foot, he tipped over the bucket holding to remaining golf balls. There weren't too many left anyways. Langley could hear Buck and Hoyt still discussing whatever they were discussing.
"Gangily!" Vaas had snapped at him to get his attention. "We're leavin' soon!" A nod to the Boss and Langley resumed his previous task. Hitting golf balls over the fence or at passing privateers. He could hear Keith yelling angrily as he was forcefully dragged out of the compound by a grinning Hector, while Buck stayed behind to speak to Vaas. Whatever it was, Vaas denied it with venom in his tone. "Gangily let's go!"
"Alright!" Langley snapped, hanging his pack over his torso, the club over his shoulder, and the radio attached to his belt. He decided he wanted to keep both radio and golf club. "Where's the boat? Or are we taking the helicopter this time?"
"Helicopter's outside the fucking compound." Vaas waved Langley away to get moving, which he did gladly. Out the slightly open gate he went, jogging past Buck's just as ugly jeep and towards the helicopter that none other than Veena was sitting. She had sort of a knowing look on her face. The face that told him silently that he was a failure at protecting things.
After securing his items, he sat down on the open door to the copter, MS16 in his arms. Both waited patiently and silently for Vaas to walk out through those doors. "So..." Veena started, removing the headset and leaning back. "I've got to tell ya Langley. You're going to have to lay back on some of those cigars of your's." She gave a grin when the pirate glanced over to her with a questioning look on his face. "Angus didn't nearly take enough for us. Only the buyers." Veena's grin only grew when Langley's eyes widened.
"Maybe that'll teach you to be more diligent and aware when you're guarding!" Veena continued, fitting the headset back over her ears as Vaas finally came out through the gate and headed over to the copter.
"Close the door, Langley..." Vaas told Langley rather rudely, but the pirate said nothing as he slid the helicopter's door shut and took his seat, leaning his head against the cold steel of the helicopter's shell. Maybe he could get some rest before they landed back at the North Island.