Langley had never seen a friend lose a limb. He'd seen a friend die, but never has he seen a limb get detached from their body. To be honest, most of the pirates that died these days by the hands of Snow White were all intact. None of them were missing limbs; all of them died by gunshot wounds to the chest, neck, and other places on their bodies. The amount of blood pouring from Randall's stump of an arm made him sick to his stomach. Randall's one eye, the other blind from an attack long ago, stared up at nothing as the drugs began to take affect on his body.
"Shit...fuck...oh my god!" Hopper was hyperventilating to his right, hands running through his bright orange hair in an antsy way. The younger man was worried about his best friend. He always got worried when the man was injured. Beside Hopper, his dog Bentley slobbered over the other Hounds stuffed into the open trunk. "Sh-shouldn't we cauterize the wound? Stop it from bleeding? Wait, we don't have the correct tool! Oh my god...he's gonna bleed to death!"
"Shut up!" Rock snapped from the front seat, startling Hopper from his hysteria. Langley and Veena, the moment they had gotten back to the North Island, were immediately contacted by Rock to meet up with Clause and Lewis at The Neck's Diner. The younger pirate was lucky the elite pirates had stumbled across him and the badly wounded man. They didn't ask questions of how Randall lost his arm, figuring they'd save it for when the man stopped bleeding to death. "Langley! Grab the blowtorch! We got to be creative with this!" Rock saw Langley blink in confusion at Rock's sudden German accent but the mohawked man reached into the a trunk, reaching pass the dogs, and withdrew the item in question. Hopper's eyes watched the torch be lit. The dull blue flame appeared so much more dangerous and menacing than normal.
"Hopper. You gotta hold him down for me." Langley demanded the lesser pirate."He may be under the influence of drugs right now, but he will still feel the pain. Now hold him down..." A soft nod, and Hopper grasped one wrist and one shoulder, knee pressing into the wounded man's chest. He got himself a strange, drugged noise from the restrained pirate and hazy drugged eyes focused on the worried face.
Hopper watched the torch be lowered and his own eyes squeezed shut so he wouldn't watch what was about to happen. He heard a loud scream that ripped from Randall's lips and he strained to hold the thrashing man down. An eye peeked open slightly, seeing Randall's eyes wide open, his teeth gnashed together and every muscle was strained against Hopper's hold.
Langley could see the blood boiling under the heated temperature of the blowtorch. Pieces of stray flesh were close to catch on fire and Langley grit his teeth together, using his free hand to help Hopper hold down the stub that was now Randall's left arm. Already, Randall had lost a lot of blood. If he continued to lose blood, the pirate was certain to bleed to death before he got adequate medical attention. It was the best they could do in such short time.
"Get something I can wrap up this thing with!" Langley snapped to Veena, the female pirate sitting in the passenger's seat. She moved fast to rip the bandanna around Rock's neck off and hand it to Langley. When she got a glare from the pyromaniac Heavy, she snorted in his direction.
"Don't worry...I'll buy you another..." Veena assured Rock with a grin, despite the glare being ever dormant of his face. Langley took the red cloth and firmly wrapped it around the end of the stump. He switched the blowtorch off and stuck it back in the trunk. "Tell us what happened, Hopper..." Veena demanded.
"Ah..." The ginger coughed nervously and swallowed. "I was trying to locate a deer I had been hunting and I found him like this. He was leaning against a tree with his machete in hand. There was a lot of blood on it and even more pouring from his stump, so I guessed he just chopped his arm off. I don't know why he would!" Hopper seemed frantic and Randall gave half a smirk up at the bumbling ginger. His hand rose, drawing Langley and Hopper's attention to him. Only three words left Randall's lips.
"Snow White happened..." Randall would have laughed at the shocked looks that dawned on his buddies' faces, but he couldn't. He was in far too much pain, despite the drugs Veena had stuffed down his throat earlier. Eyes clenched in pain again and Randall felt Hopper and Langley finally release him from their grip. Langley watched Randall's chest heave, fighting to catch his breath and steady his breathing. This was hard for the pirate to watch.
"We should take him to The Neck's Diner. It is one of the only camps we have left." Came Rock's voice from the front seat. "And Clause is there. We must discuss plans of recapturing camps. It is not safe for all of our men to be left out in the open like this."
"Put...put Camp Murder on the fucking list." Everyone heard Randall hiss from the backseat. "I need to get that fucking camp back. Shit place was my camp. Mine." Langley heard Hopper swallow nervously and turn his gaze away towards the dogs. Langley offered a grin.
"Don't worry." Langley felt the Jeep pick up in speed. "We'll make sure to get that camp back for you."
The Neck's Diner wasn't one of Langley's favorite camps. There weren't many resources there and to most pirates stationed at the camp, it was small. Especially since the pirate-controlled camps of the North Island started to dwindle. Nat's Repairs was still thankfully under their guard, but they had lost Camp Murder and many others to the Brody boy. If things continued to go this way, Langley found they'd have to return most of pirates back to Hoyt and Vaas' compounds, seeing as they would be the last safe places.
The jeep pulled up into the camp, the tires sinking only slightly into the muddy dirt. It had rained pretty heavily the night before and it left most of the island as a mud pit. Clause stepped out of the building when he heard the Jeep, and he broke out into a run when he saw the state Randall was in. Hopper and Langley both helped the wounded man out of the Jeep, but it was Clause that held him upwards as he led him towards the main building.
"Come inside." Clause demanded of Langley. "And bring others vith you. We have much to discuss." The group followed Clause inside and Randall was laid down on the bed to rest. "Take a seat gentlemen." Veena and Langley both sat in the open seats, while Rock and Hopper both remained standing. "As you can see on map, most of camps on North Island been taken over by Snow White. We need to immediately begin claiming them back."
"We should start with the camps closest to us." Veena spoke, jabbing at the nearest camps to them. "Jason just finished liberating Camp Murder. Which means his next move would be to target Tequila Sunrise. We need to send more men there...and perhaps one of us." Her hand dragged along the map to Camp Murder, tapping it a few times. "Then the rest of us shall get to Camp Murder...I can snipe a few of the men stationed there while another few move along the ground killing the rest."
"We should get Lewis for that." Rock spoke up from the back. "The man can use his molotovs to block any means of the Rakyat escaping. Es wäre am besten."
"Lewis is still off retrieving Angus from Nat's Repairs. We in need of the man's help for these missions." Clause replied with a grumble. "He may be back in time before we go." Langley leaned forward in his seat, eyeing the map suspiciously.
"We should go after AM12 after Camp Murder. That is a good place to take. Smart." His eyes gazed over the map, grinning only slightly when he saw that Orphan Point was still under their lock and key. Langley was glad that the camp was only slightly out of the way. "And just keep moving on from there. Camp to camp."
"S'long as we get Camp Murder!" Came Randall's voice from the bed. "I need my bitchin' camp back!" Clause shook his head, snapping at Randall when he tried to stand back up.
"You stay put. You far too injured to come with us on mission." Clause ignored Randall's complaints, instead giving him a dark look. That was enough to keep Randall put in his position on the bed. "We have no idea where Snow White is, but he is going to be continuing liberating our outposts. We need to keep elite pirates at remaining camps to keep safe from Brody."
"I will stay here." Came Rock's voice from the corner. "Tell Lewis and Angus where you are headed when they arrive." Clause gave a nod, clapping his gloved hands together as Veena, Langley, and Hopper all prepared to head out.
"And make sure Randall does not leave dis room, da?" More complaints from Randall and Rock gave a deep chuckle and a nod of his head. Clause gave one last glare to Randall for good measure, before he began ushering the three towards the door. Back out into the humid air, Langley whistled for Lassie. The German Shepard's ears perked and she trampled out of the mud she and the other dogs had been playing in.
"God damn it, Lassie." Langley spat at the dog, crouching down and grimacing at the mud caked dog that panted and grinned gleefully. "You're gonna have to stay here. Hold down the fort, love." Hands went to her muzzle, scrubbing off a few larger pieces of mud there. "Behave, love." Langley stood and ran for the Jeep, jumping aboard and situating himself in the back seat beside Hopper. Lassie gleefully returned towards the pile of mud she had been playing in.
The ginger haired man stared at the gun in his hands. The gun was a light machine gun, a U100 with an extended magazine and a red dot sight. Hopper never really was a fighter. Randall was usually the one watching his ass when they worked. As Vaas and some other pirates put it, all Hopper was good for was tracking down escaped prisoners and rare animals. Langley knew Hopper could fight when he wanted too.
"Stop lookin' so worried, Hopper." Langley told the man, getting a look of confusion. "Randall's had much worse! He'll come back from this. Maybe get a radical new arm as a replacement!" The ginger's nose wrinkled at the very thought. "Maybe have a gun inside of it also!" Langley suppressed a grin when Hopper's nose wrinkled further and he even shook his head in a disapproving way. "You're no fun."
"If he gets a gun for an arm, what use would his Shotgun be?" Hopper retorted with a frown.
"Dual weapons, dual murder!" Veena piped from the front seat. She held a stick that had been skewered through separate chunks of meat. Absentmindedly, she gnawed on the pieces of animal meat until Clause walked over to the vehicle they sat in. Clause climbed into the front seat, shoving the keys into the ignition and jerking them to the right to start it up. A glance towards Veena, and the Heavy smacked the kebab of different animal meat out of her hand and into the dirt. He ignored her shocked, horrified look and instead turned to glance back at the duo in the backseat.
"Keep de phone on you. In case Rock or Lewis tries to get in contact with us." The cell phone was dropped into Langley's open grip, only to be shoved into his pack beside the relic Angus had given him. "and for God's sake Veena , do not even think of touching radio. If do, your hand will be chopped off with my knife." Clause added the last part when he spotted the wicked grin that slid onto the woman's face.
"No fun Clause. Not fun at all." Veena shook her head at the Russian, situating herself in her seat with her legs propped up on the dashboard. She ignored the glare the large man gave her, and grinned impossibly wider when he gave a snort. "C'mon...let's head off to Tequila Sunrise before Jason gets there." A smirk from Langley.
"It's gonna be one hell of a surprise when he sees us waiting there!"