This takes place some time before the huge fight between Koko and her group and Balalaika and her soldiers, with Alpha Providence coming in between. If you have a request, let me know. Reviews are welcome, critic and compliment.
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Rock stumbled into his room in a drunken manner, completely unsure of the time at this time of night. He falls onto his mattress with a huff, groaning as a massive headache began to overcome him.
Then...
As Rock awoke barely the next hour or so, his eyes grew wide and he began to struggle from his restraints; he was duct taped to a chair in his own apartment, arms bind behind the back rest of the chair and mouth taped shut. He attempted to struggle out of his restraints and screamed in a muffling attempt. Nothing worked.
Just as Rock's chair was about to fall over from his flailing attempts, a hand reaches out from the dark room and sat the chair up straight before it reached the floor. The same hand slugged him across the jaw, making the Japanese former businessman cringe and cough. "Listen, Rock", a deep voice says, "you will listen. And you will answer. If you don't say what I want to hear, you'll get another slug to the face. Alright? Nod yes, or shake your head for no."
Rock slowly looks up at the man that hit him, but only barely seeing the slim built silhouette of the man. Then, he shyly nodded.
"Great." Someone else flicks on the lights. "What is Balalaika going to do with Koko?"
Rock looks around as his lights came on. It wasn't only the man. There were three others, two women and another man, casual clothing and a holstered pistol at their hips.
The man in front of Rock, dressed in a black button up shirt with his sleeves rolled up rips off the duct tape from Rock's lips. "Sorry about that. Now you can answer me; What is Balalaika planning with Koko?"
Rock focuses his attention back to the man in front of him. "I-I don't know who Koko is, I swear!" He looks down, no longer having the strength to look at his interrogator in the eye. "But I'll tell you that Balalaika hired us to take a trip there if we were called on, I-I don't know what for."
The man in front of Rock nodded slowly then looks up at his buddies. One of the girls was sitting on Rock's counter while the other stood by the door, leading back against the door and arms folded under her well endowed chest. The man stood by Rock's window, peering outside and down below into the streets. Then, Rock's interrogator sighs heavily and looks down at Rock again. "Do you know how many of her guards are going to attend this meeting between the two?"
Rock shook his head, unable to bring himself to look up at the man's feared dark red eyes. "I don't. She just told us to wait for a call." He glanced to his side towards the small kitchen, seeing the other woman sitting on the counter with a leg folded over the other as she wore small shorts and a tight spaghetti top, her facial expression hidded beneath the strands of her neon blue hair.
The man nodded slowly then blindfolded Rock with some duct tape. "Alright, people, let's disappear."
That was all Rock had heard, aside from some shuffling and footsteps. Finally, with what sound like his apartment door shutting closed, it was dead silent, aside from everything going on outside. It took Rock some time to break out of his restraints of duct tape before he can stand up with his heart beating hard and rapidly with adrenaline. He looks around his apartment then saw something on his counter, where one of the ladies were sitting at. There was a plastic bag resting in that place.
Rock went over to the plastic bag, having a yellow smiling face and 'Thank You' printed on the front of the bag. Inside was a box with warm food, comprised of shredded meat over rice and vegetables. Beside the plastic bag was a napkin with a perfect red kiss mark of lip gloss. The napkin, as what Rock found out after picking it up, covered a few rolls of cash - one roll in fives, another in twenties, and the other in hundreds.
"Who were they...", Rock questioned himself while rubbing his aching jaw.
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"Freelance 0-1 is leaving the interrogation area, reporting that hostile numbers are unknown and reason for Primary Kill Target to meet with Target Angel is unknown. To simplify: the meeting between Balalaika and Koko are unknown. Preparing for a fight, out." The man who interrogated Rock earlier said into his cell phone before slipping it away into his pocket. "Gear up, 0-1; we're on a kill mission."
Behind the man were the three from before, plus another group of two. The other added members to the group were dressed in dark combat attire, fully geared up with a web net over their masks - they both were armed, one with an M98B rifle and the other with SOPMOD M4A1 carbine rifle.
"What's the word, boss", the sniper asked from the back of the group once they started towards an alley.
"Switch out your loadout, Shadow and Reaper, we're headed for a kill operation."
The tension in the group grows, and bloodlust radiates from the group of mercenary killers. They were going to crash the meeting between Balalaika and Koko.